In August of 2013, when I was working 72 hours a week, I was working out on a rowing machine and managed, with some pride, to log 100 KM in the month. It occurred to me this morning that this month, I have done the same thing, sort of: 102 KM IN THE WATER, real boat, real oars. Rather a different experience.
Jim Henson's birthday today. Let rejoice for what he gave us as we mourn for what might have been.
While watching recorded television, one of my cranial denizens handed me the plans to a booby trap more horrible than any I have previously encountered in fiction (or on the news). My brain is a truly horrible place.
“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.”
-- Shel Silverstein, American poet, cartoonist and composer (1930-1999)
“The truth has never been of any real value to any human being - it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.”
-- Graham Greene, English novelist, short-story writer, playwright, and journalist, (1904-1991) (Thanks to Bob B. for pointing this one out.)
Went camping yesterday, for one night, for the first time since 2010. Was too lazy to mess with a tent, slept in the back of the van; it's bigger and more comforatable than the tent, anyway. Dented my skull slightly walking into a low beam in the shelter we were gathered in. Got next to no sleep due to sinus problems. Had a good time anyway, but am sick now. Lots of sleep tonight, hope things are better tomorrow. Thanks to Pete, Tom, and Mark for inviting a guy with no kids along on a father/son outing.
Today is the birthday or one Damon Runyon (1880 to 1946), in whose honor it has been suggested that we all effect a Brooklyn accent, avoid the use of contractions and the past tense, and generally obfusticate our conversationalism with hyperbolical sentence structure and hallucinatory vocabulism.
I had three goals for today: Get a boat in the water in October (which I have never done before); roll the logged mileage for Suchia up to more than twice what it was at the beginning of the year; add the stretch between Burlington and the Rochester dam to my Fox River travels. All three accomplisheds, though the third proved to be harder than I anticipated; the current is FIERCE in some of those sections. This was supposed to be my LAST canoe day of the season, except... I only needed about five miles, and got 11.3, and now I am only five miles away from having 100 for the year... AARGH!
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." -- Arthur C. Clarke
"Any sufficiently obfuscated magic is indistringuishable from technology." -- Paul Haynie
(Dredged from 2010)
Marvelously arcane poker-speak:
Holding 9,000, I limped in for 20 with pocket aces. Someone went all in for 4000; I called, a third player called. Ten-high flop, Player 3 raised 2000; I called. Checked around on the Turn, third ace on the river. No flush, no pair on board, and MAYBE a Jack-high straight. I went all in, Player 3 folded, and I was holding 19,000. I left the table grinning.
5.2 miles at Sterling Lake this afternoon; 100.7 for the season, which is now officially over for me. I put the boat away, and actually wiped it down with a damp cloth. I have never done that before, but I have never officially called the season before; there has always been the hope of one more day. This year, I am just deciding that I won't steal any more time from my train wreck of a life to go boating. It's been a good year.
Stuff that gets said in my household:
The largest segment of the fiction market is romance, which is female oriented "happily ever after" fiction. The male oriented equivalent, which is a smaller but still large market (and includes things like Conan and Mack Bolan and the majority of Westerns), ends "sort of happily for the time being." Or, to put it another way, "The job is done, let's have a drink."
32 years ago tonight, I participated in an Intellivision Baseball tournament in my parent's basement with my brother Pete, and our friends Greg Case and Steve Marinich. It was also the last night I lived in that house...
On this day in 1864, John Tenniel presented Charles (Lewis Carroll) Dodgson with the first finished "Alice" illustration, which showed the White Rabbit scurrying away from Alice. On this day in 1893, Mr. Tenniel was knighted by Queen Victoria, the first illustrator to be so honored.
Life in Illinois:
Phone message: "Please vote for Senator Jailbird this November. He is due out on parole before the first of the year, and we have every expectation that he will be able to complete his next term without interruption."
A variation on a recurring theme, in a haiku:
Carries away fair maiden
Never seen again.