check this out: cassius clay (remember him?) and liberace doing a duet on the jack paar show---excellent
the house passed a budget today i hear, which might let us continue working---they apparently have cut out all of the earmarks, aka pork, which i guess will allow us to set our priorities for a change---typically some congressman gets some $ for some pet project, which we then have to do, regardless of what we really need to be doing----
today is the birthday of mozart and of lewis carroll
just missed the anniversary of the first public demonstration of teevee, by scotsman john logie baird, 23 january 1926---we got our first teevee in 1954----
so last year, when the fulton co. superior court threw out the state's anti-gay marriage amendment, sonny was all about "ensuring that the will of the people will not be thwarted.” So when it comes to legalizing sunday sales, surely the people should say, right? wrong----sonny don't want no selling booze on sunday----and said in a radio interview "think of it this way: it really helps you plan ahead for the rest of your life — buying on Saturday, rather than Sunday. Time management"---he really said that--- meanwhile the last lemon is ready for harvest----brought it inside today and being full of buds, it oughta be stinking up the house soon---
wonder what the homophobe-in-chief will do now to make herself feel all righteous? and what is it with these colorado springs people anyway--- "vatican for evangelicals"? ye gads----
Allard and Musgrave bail on hate amendment
but thank god for small favors, huh?
walked over to atlantic station today and back through home park---there's a lot more to look at when you're on foot--
saw the new al-farooq masjid, which i can see from my bedroom
and this wonderful wood-framed barn just off tenth street---it must be a hundred years old and apparently had been converted into a residence at some point, but had clearly been abandoned for decades---
and a fine 1956 cadillac on state street in home park
i always forget birthdays ---yesterday was the bicentennial of the births of the confederacy's greatest hero, gen. robert e. lee, and of the twisted edgar allen poe---for the 58th straight year, some one left Martel cognac and three red roses on Poe's grave in Baltimore---sure beats a vase of plastic carnations.
he liked fart jokes, but knew five languages---today is Benjamin Franklin's 300th birthday.
“They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety,”amen
ML was born today of course, but did you know this:As we do every January 15, today we solemnly commemorate the completion of the world’s most awful structure, The Pentagon. . . . the very first demonic office building.
it's also the feast day of the virgin st. ita, who died 15 january 570---to the irish, she is second only to st. bridgett.
now listen to this---one of the truly great events of our time----
i harvested my first lemon from the balcony last night, sliced it up, and had it with some cocktails---robert agreed that it was an outstanding addition to the drinks, adding a subtle flavor of oranges that is entirely agreeable---it probably contains heavy concentrations of lead and other heavy metals from having been grown on the balcony, but since bush is in charge of the epa, it's guaranteed not to hurt you---
"commanded to rule" is the title of the cover story in today's ajc editorial section---and a great interview with chris hedges and his new book american fascists---he calls it a "theology of despair," which is what always gives rise to fascism---we all need to pay attention to this---falwell and robertson and their ilk are not just harmless buffoons---
i thought he looked awful the other night----and did anybody else notice that, for once, he did not close by saying "god bless amurica"?Adding to the evidence that George W. Bush was recently replaced by a hologram, the White House didn’t allow still photographers in the room where Bush read his surge speech Wednesday.
now all of the mid-twentieth-century stuff is being torn down for high-rise office and condos, a trend begun at colony square in 1969---here's a little update on the new stuff, except for onyx, which is really not out of the ground yet---
midtown developed as a residential neighborhood in the early 1900s along with a commercial district that began developing at peachtree and 10th in the 1890s---in the 1940s and 1950s, the houses were gradually replaced by office and small commercial buildings, like the ones that are now condos on pea
chtree at eighth and at fifth---on west peachtree, a few of the buildings from the early post-war era are still there, although not for long---the exception is the academy of medicine at seventh street and its champion cottonwood tree---it's been designated a city landmark and, at least theoretically, cannot be torn down---across the street at 866 is a small neo-classical building (c. 1950) that's about to be knocked down for another condo/hotel project---north of tenth street is a great commercial building (also c. 1950)---th
ey just tore down a much bigger buildng in a similar design over on spring street---another nice oak tree opposite twelfth and west peachtree---
i feel a little disoriented, or hung-over, i can't remember which
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
yeats, 1921
