Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
My sister was stationed in England at the same time I was doing my stint in Germany, and when I visited her there we enjoyed noting the strange place names. One nearby her Lakenheath station was Six Mile Bottom, which we thought was worth naming a place for. That's a big bottom!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Sometimes it's the photos of moments that we use to recall the memories associated with them, but what if there are no photos? My memory of our Robbie Burns party last night includes only the scantest recall of photos being taken--no group photos, that's for sure. But it was an excellent party, with old acquaintences not forgot, new ones learned better. Thanks to the B's for their excellent hosting and food, the R's for their good company, the S's for their wit (and reading of "To a Haggis"), and to H and G for their willingness to put up with a group of us who know each other well and can't help sometimes falling into talk of work.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
We went to see "Jesus Christ Superstar" last night at the Washington Pavillion. I was both intrigued and dreading to see Ted Neeley in the main role, having seen the movie several times when it came out in 1973 and the play in Louisville, KY, when I was stationed at Fort Knox. Whether he played the main role in the play I saw I don't remember, but it was good enough that I bought a t-shirt. I was quite the fan of the play, the movie, and the music, singing one of the songs in our high school's Christmas concert.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
How this new administration will set about addressing the challenges they face is a mystery to me.
Giving people hope and inspiration and asking them to help--that's a good start.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Here's my version of Barack Obama's inauguration speech.
My fellow Americans, today is a robust day. You have shown the world that "hope" is not just another word for "firewood", and that "change" is not only something we can believe in again, but something we can actually burn.
Today we celebrate, but let there be no mistake – America faces blazing and roaring challenges like never before. Our economy is glowing. Americans can barely afford their mortgages, let alone have enough money left over for flames. Our healthcare system is fiery. If your trunk is sick and you don't have insurance, you might as well call a woodcutter. And America's image overseas is tarnished like a axe chainsaw. But roasting together we can right this ship, and set a course for woods.
Finally, I must thank my proud family, my brave campaign volunteers, but most of all, I want to thank Madisonians for making this historic occasion possible. Of course, I must also thank you, President Bush, for years of warming the American people. Without your burned efforts, none of this would have been possible.
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Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tonight it's going to be COLD! We've got -20 degrees coming tonight. Our gauge already reads -19 at about 9:30, and the lowest temps are usually just before sunrise, so we'll see where things lie in the morning. I suspect it will be COLD, like, very cold. And cold tomorrow.
Meanwhile, the pile of firewood in the back yard keeps shrinking, but the house stays warm enough.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
The wife, the mother-in-law, and I spent the day humping our buns cleaning the house on Liberty street yesterday to make room for the new renters. Out with the old. They left the place a pit, and our cleaning didn't undo everything they made a mess of, but it's a huge improvement. The wife says it it's cleaner now than when I lived there. Ouch!
Thanks especially to Karen, who comes and works so hard so long for not much more than lunch at El Vaquero and our deep appreciation. She's a woman who knows how to clean!
We have yet to clear all the cleaning supplies, but it's just about ready for our new renters to move in.
One of the sad things is how one of the two renters walked away from everything, disappeared. I doubt he's joined a monastery.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
One wave follows another
beneath the heel of the wind;
the spray blows landward,
but lacking salt or iodine
it smells oddly Protestant,
carrying the faintest tang
of wet iron,
sluiced in a bucket
from a cabin you visited once
when you were a boy,
water that numbed the tongue
as if it had dripped
from a seam of ice,
blue and glistening,
in a cave
where nymphs of winter
with red fingers
preened before mirrors of frost,
dead cold sober.
"Lutheran Sea" from Blue Lash (Milkweed Editions, 2006). Copyright © 2006 by James Armstrong
Monday, January 05, 2009
Running is something I can still do, better than pick the winners of the NFL playoff games. Yikes! I'm 0-4 there so far.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
So, despite my not having watched a game (only some glimpses), I'm in the NFL pool, having made my picks as you see here. As you can see, I'm in last place, though it does appear I have a lot of company, at least until the end of the Colts/Chargers game, just now going into overtime.