Monthly Archives: September 2011

RNF L

Wow, my 50th RNF post. Well, actually, most of my posts are just errant neurons. But here is what is falling out of my melon.

Something cool:*

So not good for you, and so fantastic looking. I wonder if Seamus might like them for his upcoming birfday…

  • Do NOT go here. :P (Caveat: some are PG-13 — and the views expressed therein are those of the writers, and do not necessarily represent the views of Rockin’ the Bourgeoisie or of any other individual or corporate entity — but many are downright brilliant.)
  • My first tap rehearsal is Saturday. Oy.
  • I get the Js tomorrow night for the first time in forever. I also get to see Mavis for the very first time since I brought her home from the hospital on Saturday, 3 September. My horrendous cold (which I am now officially done with, thank the gods) didn’t allow me to visit. Giving her that muckity muck could have been life-threatening in her condition.
  • Oscar Wilde said, “Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.” Lucky for me, eh?
  • This is a good idea. Of course, the Cloud is even better.
  • Speaking of the Cloud…my school district finally went with the Google Apps suite. Fantastic. My IT gal? I worship her. (If you’re reading this, Sparky — you get a big hunk of chocolate very soon)
OK dolls, I’m late for the shower. Happy Almost-Finkday.
*Recipe here

 

Various & Sundry XXXVI

Whoa, some pretty things to look at today. Who says garbage has to be unslightly? [Unslightly? I meant unsightly. HA. Thank you and move along.]

According to Wikipedia:

In the early 20th century, Fort Bragg residents threw their household garbage over the cliffs above what is now Glass Beach. They discarded glass, appliances, and even cars. The land was owned at that time by the Union Lumber Company, and locals referred to it as “The Dumps.” Sometimes fires were lit to reduce the size of the trash pile.

In 1967, the North Coast Water Quality Board and city leaders closed the area. Various cleanup programs were undertaken through the years to correct the damage.

Over the next several decades the pounding waves cleansed the beach, wearing down the discarded glass into the small, smooth, colored trinkets that cover the beach today.

How lovely is that? More photos here. Raise your hand if you did not know this existed.

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These are awesome — as long as your light socket doesn’t hang from the ceiling. :-)

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What do you love? Type it in and go.

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This is how I feel this morning. HAA

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And finally, a thing of true beauty. Wonder if we should try those…you up for it, Mavis? Maybe for Christmas Eve?

Happy Tunesday, fiends. And happy anniversary to Helen and Lars!

A good day…

…and it’s only 5:19 a.m. That’s a good thing, Martha.

  1. I’m among the living again, yay! No DayQuil or NyQuil yesterday, and we made it just fine. [I am willing away the tickly feeling in my lungs, however.] Another virus in the books, and all’s well that ends well. And just in time for Dinner Theatre rehearsals to start tonight at 7.
  2. I was short on ideas — and time — for Jake’s upcoming 4th birthday, so daughter-in-law Hannah gave me this great idea. And thanks to the BOGO offer, Justin gets a pair, too. :-)
  3. Had a great impromptu visit with Simone last night.
  4. Mavis is slowly improving. Bigtime PTL on that score.
  5. Two of my former students commented on my Facebook wall that they missed choir & musical theater. That’s a feather for sure.
  6. Last night at 10:30, I shut down the box and told the Thriller I was going up to read. I said, “…and another week starts.” His response? “Yeah, but it’s another week closer to our vacation.” Touché!
All this, and on a Monday, even. Now let’s see if five choir rehearsals match up…
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OK OK. Come on. Give me your good news for today. I know you have some. Tell, share, crow, go.

 

Where were you?

Seems like everyone remembers.

While I don’t remember where I was the day JFK was assassinated, I do remember watching the funeral on TV with my dad and being completely terrified of the flag-draped coffin pulled on the caisson. The memory of that feeling has stayed with me my whole life.

I remember exactly where I was standing and what I was doing when John Lennon was shot. Another indelible memory/feeling.

On this day in 2001, I was at school on a beautiful, sunny morning. I had just left the office and was on my way back to my classroom at the beginning of 2nd period, when the band director met me in the hallway and said, “I’m not sure what’s going on, but I just heard that someone bombed the Pentagon.” From there, it all went south.

I didn’t have a television in my room, and since 2nd period was my prep, I decided to walk down the middle school hallway and see what was going on. I ended up in the history teacher’s room, where his class sat in silence, watching. When I left at 9:30, it was chaos. When I returned at 10:30, just in time to watch the second tower fall, it was all too clear. It was Pearl Harbor all over again.

Where were you?