The French Licorne (“Unicorn”) test in 1970. I’m thinkin…..t-shirt?
I was a bit disappointed by the first episode of the new COSMOS series, (That Big Bang explosion looked more like ‘Otto blew up the white phosphorus factory again’ then the Beginning Of Everything. And the Cosmic Calender? Groan! Can’t we have newer more creative metaphor?) but did you notice Neil deGrasse Tyson
looks a lot like Isaac the Bartender from The Love Boat?
“While you’re explaining the Higgs boson to the masses as we pass Saturn, I’d like a Fuzzy Navel, please!”
I sent the following as an email to our Glorious Blogmistress and she asked me to repost it here! Enjoy!
Thinking it through a bit more, I’m even more disappointed in COSMOS.
We’ve now seen more interesting footage, REAL footage mind you, not stills, of some of the planets than their animators made.
The whole thing felt wheezy. Nothing fresh! Bruno looked like Space Jesus as seen by Pixar. (“Goy Story”?)
Unlike in Sagan’s day, we’ve had 30+ years of looking at some hellfire explosions from Hollywood, so the bar is pretty high. They seemed to be going through the motions. (personal fav? At the end of Broken Arrow, John Travolta 1.) wins a brawl with Christian Slater but is 2.) impaled by a cruise missile in 3.) the middle of an exploding fireball in 4.) the middle of a train wreck! Now THAT’s what I’m talkin’ about!)
Even worse the whole thing is produced/written by Brannon Braga, most famous for his work — 25 years ago now — on Star Trek:The Next Generation. Some of the COSMOS tracking shots and camera angles(!) looked like NextGen! Which would be fine if this were 1988, but hey, can’t we do new?
I wish I had a rocks glass to hold this cherry and a true Old Fashioned…..Happy Presidents Day!
Happy 119th Babe! (like he would have made it this far!) The greatest 20th Century example of Unrestrained Id. Eat it, Drink it, Have Sex with it, Smoke it….Ruth is always good for that! Ruth used bats that were 40 to 54 ounces, very, very heavy bats!
Added: Since in the comments Lem uses the word “Ruthian”, I think it only fair to give you a bit more!
Here’s the Babe tossing Baby Ruth candy bars to the right field crowd!
Ruth and pal Lou Gehrig (their uniform numbers were 3 and 4….where they hit in the lineup!) And the small guy in the middle? Then manager Miller Huggins, whom Ruth dangled by his ankles out the window of a moving train to “celebrate” winning the 1928 World Series!
When Ruth died in August 1948 (2 years younger than me!) he lay in state at Yankee Stadium for 3 days. The Yankees sent up lines on each side of him so over 100,000 people could pay their respects….
Yeah, January 31st!
So, after a crazy year where am I? Have things gotten better? Worse? The same?
Overall, I’d say things are cautiously better. I’m out of a bad living situation, and while where I am is still tentative and not really where I want to be ultimately, it’s far better than things were last spring. My health…is better too, but s-l-o-w-l-y over what it was. Of the two illnesses I had last June, one is gone completely and the other…is still there, but far better. My leg illnesses is First World War like; lots of energy expended for gradual improvements. But they are improvements! I figure when I take the dirt nap I’ll be in great shape! Hmmm……
Mentally, things are much better, but not really for rational reasons! I think I see so many folks around me my age, tired, cranky, defeated, frustrated that they realize they aren’t going to be Mick Jagger (or Tom Wolfe, if you want to get a bit more toney) and I feel oddly fresher than when I was 25. As with most good things in my life I have to give credit for this to Nietzsche. He’s the only writer I’ve ever read that has given me a workout and energy for life for decades. Even when I flag, that Zarathustrean esprit carries me through. As he said of Goethe, Nietzsche has “disciplined me to gentleness and a wisdom full of pranks.” You’ve all suffered through my puns; I can’t help it, that’s where I find that crackle, that lightning charge, that goofy delight in life and learning. Feh, on stodginess and seriousness. Astaire has taught me the virtue of light feet. (This from the guy with the swollen leg!)
There’s so much to do…and not enough resources, funds, and time. But we do what we can; writing here continues apace, and I even can find my peace and joy in it. I don’t edit myself anymore; why bother? Just go with where your finger energy takes you and figure it out later.
Among the goofy ideas I’d like to do…
See that ’49 Cadillac? I’d like to get something like that…..and make it a hybrid. It wouldn’t be too hard I think, and the idea of getting say, 25 mpg, out of a tank like that has a lot of contrarian appeal.
Plus…lets look for a partner to do this:
Love to you all, especially our Greenwich Floridian and Hostess, just for setting this whole shee-bang up!
Checkout the birthday card from my very sweet amiga, Lela Dowling!
Here’s Buddy Holly on The Ed Sullivan Show, 56 years ago today! (I have another copy of this video with the actual date) Five days later….the US launches it’s first space satellite Explorer I …. and I showed up. Leave your brickbats in the comments!
Fred and Ginger getting ready to bump heads in “The Carioca” in Flying Down To Rio (1933) Released almost 80 years ago this month….
So find eight pianos in a circle and a bunch of extras (some with fruit on their heads), and get out there and try it yourself!
Ok, I hate to be Althousian, but if you do any Christmas Shopping through Amazon, I personally request that you please go to my blog Fluffy Stuffin and make your purchase through my Amazon portal. I finally made $18(!) from a years worth of purchases from various folks. As I am in a huge struggle to merely exist…anything would be greatly appreciated. Your price won’t be worse for using the portal, but I get a small slice. Thank you again, and I apologize for the pleading.