Happy New Year!

Here's to 2013.

Remembering Film Folk Who Left Us in 2012: TCM

Not only do I like the video, but I love the soundtrack, as well.



Of course, this was made before the wonderful Jack Klugman passed this week. All these folks brought us joy and made life a little more exciting and meaningful over the years. We were blessed to experience their talent and brilliance.

And so it goes.
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Courageous Caturday

Courage or stupidity? If you know cats it is a little of each.

And so it goes.
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Hadrian's Roman Arts Center Discovered

You know I'm a sucker for stories like this one, and I am sure the authorities in Rome are not pleased, but this sort of thing happens in and around Rome all the time. Lavish homes with ornate murals and mosaic images for floors have been uncovered for years. Many have been lost and ruined as outside air entered the sealed sites after 2K years. The outside air eating away at statues and frescoes. Lots of links in this one, so check them out.

On Wednesday, archeologists revealed the remains of an ancient arts center underneath Rome dating back to 123 AD, according to the Guardian.
Emperor Hadrian is believed to have funded "the Athenaeum," as it was known at the time; it was a 900-seat complex created to promote arts and culture, CBS News reports. Archeologists discovered the arts center during excavations for a new subway line to run through the Italian capital.
"Hadrian's auditorium is the biggest find in Rome since the Forum was uncovered in the 1920s," said Rossella Rea, an archeologist working on the project.
Sections of "elegant grey and yellow marble flooring" can be seen 18 feet below the Piazza Venezia, the Guardian reports. The famous monument in the center of Rome is also where "Il Duce" delivered his fiery addresses to followers; the structure was recently restored and reopened. But who would have known what was below this iconic building if digging for the subway line never happened?
Rea believes the underground line won't harm the ancient arts complex, however. The archeologist told the Guardian: "We can run one of the exits from the station along the original corridor of the complex where Romans entered the halls."
In Rome, past and present can exist simultaneously, as seen through discoveries like this one.

In his classic "Roma" Fellini recreated such scenes using just such a find.

And so it goes.
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Books: An Observation

If you occasionally read these pages you already know that I own a Kindle Fire.  Not the HD, I've had it almost a year. I have downloaded many books from my past (most are free) and more than a few recently published works.  Most all have been fiction. Dickens, Pearl Buck, Heinlein, Arthur C. Clarke, Conrad, Melville, Twain, and others.

All of the titles that go way back to my school and college days held up well and were a thrill to read now where I can appreciate them so much more.

I am not a writer (as you know already) but little things -like words, you know, those things that fill the pages!- the wrong, misspelled, improperly used kind distracts and sets me off. Many of the usual suspects pop up all the time.  Where, were, we're; they're there and their; you know what I mean. The new stuff is full of this, and as a whole, not very good reading. The topic descriptions sound interesting (which is why I downloaded them) but the writing is bad, the editing frustrating, and the proof-reading is extremely poor, if done at all.

The only new title that knocked my socks off is "Tempest at Dawn" by James D. Best, published in 2009.  There's more about it HERE.  I've finished it and plan to read it again, after a spell.  There is a lot there to absorb and enjoy.  I know I missed many things as I read it quickly - it's a compelling read - and the second time  I plan to read more slowly and savor each character, and there are many historic figures involved. I also began looking up his other works and maybe add a few of them to my collection.

My tiny apartment means that paper books are out of the question. No space for book shelves or storage. I gave most of the books to local libraries and thrift stores. There were more than 30 boxes in storage for over 3 years and I knew there would be no place for them here. There's plenty of room on the Kindle since I deleted all the disappointments as I finished (or didn't finish) them.  At times, I got so angry that I deleted them from the device. Yes, some were that awful. An insult, really.

My Christmas dinner is in the oven and a spiked Eggnog is in my immediate future.

Merry Ho-Ho to all.

And so it goes.
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The "Twelve Days" Up, With a Twist.

The Twelve Days Of Christmas.

BY Colin Nissan

[Originally published December 23, 2009.]

Day 1

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree. Such a thoughtful gift, she knows how much I love fruit. She also knows my building’s pretty strict about pets so the bird threw me a little. But he is a cute little guy.

Day 2

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two turtle doves. Wow, she’s really into the avian theme this year. Um, thank you? I guess I’ll just put them in the kitchen with the partridge and the pear tree, which suddenly seems a lot bigger than it did yesterday.

Days 3 & 4

On the third and fourth days of Christmas, she gave me three French hens and four calling birds. Funny, I don’t remember telling her my dream was to one day open a chapter of the Audubon Society. Jesus. You know what would have been nice? Some birdseed. I’m out of saltines and things are starting to get weird in here.

Day 5

On the fifth day of Christmas, she gave me five golden rings. See, now that’s a nice gift. A nice, practical gift. A little on the feminine side, but I’ll take it.

Day 6

Six geese a-laying. Hmm, that’s so weird because I was just telling someone that I could use some MORE FUCKING BIRDS. Do you have any idea how much shit six geese generate in a single day? Literally, pounds. Pounds of green, grassy turds. And in case you’re curious, all six of them have been a-laying since they got here. There are no less than seventy-five enormous eggs in my apartment right now. And as a side note, I just tried to make an omelet out of one of them and almost ralphed. Very gamy.

Day 7

Guess what I signed for this morning when the UPS guy rang my doorbell? Seven swans a-swimming. True story. So… no more baths for me, I guess. Thanks for that. These are terrible gifts! Terrible, confusing gifts. Do you know how big a fucking swan is? Or how mean those bastards are? Oh, and guess who swans don’t get along with? Geese, turtle doves, French hens, calling birds, and partridges. Glad you did your homework there. There’s more bird-on-bird violence going on right now than I care to mention.
 

Day 8

I’d like to give you the benefit of the doubt on this one in case you ordered these eight maids a-milking online and there was some confusion, but just to clarify, there are eight middle-aged women wearing bonnets in my apartment right now. And they each brought a cow. Do you understand what I’m saying to you? They’re all here, in my STUDIO apartment, and judging by the size of their suitcases, they aren’t leaving anytime soon.

Day 9

Big day today. Not only did I receive the unexpected gift of nine ladies dancing, I also got a nice little note from my landlord. He covered all kinds of stuff, but in a nutshell it was about excessive dancing, illegal livestock, unnatural amounts of bird feces, and me not living here anymore. Big day.

Day 10

Ten lords a-fucking-leaping! Yes they are. Ten leotarded assholes are literally jumping around my apartment screaming “Wheeeeee!” every time their feet leave the goddamned ground! WHY?? Why are you doing this to me? You’re sick! I loved you so much and you destroyed it. You destroyed everything. Tensions in here are escalating faster than I could have imagined. The maids and dancers appear to have laid territorial claims in opposite corners of the apartment. They are not the same civilized ladies who arrived here a short time ago. They bear a darkness now. One of them stole my golden rings and I know just the one who did it. I’m waiting until nightfall and I will reclaim them through any means necessary. I’m beginning to fear something isn’t right with the birds, they’re watching me… conspiring… it’s just a matter of time.

Days 11 & 12

These final days have come and gone in a bewildering fog. I remember drummers. Pipers. Lots of them. I haven’t slept or washed my body in quite some time. Food is scarce… the fighting, fierce. I killed a lord today! Snatched him right out of the air and killed him with my bare hands. Now he doesn’t leap anymore. I used his leotard as a net to trap one of the swans. She was delicious. Didn’t even cook the old gal. Ha! I made everyone gather around and watch—that’s what you do when you want to send a message. A very important message! This is my castle! Do you all hear me? Do you see what I’ve done? What I am capable of!! No more eye contact with the king, do you understand? Or I will end you! I will end you all right here and now!! Now one of you fetch me a goddamned pear. The king needs something sweet.

 And you thought just being with your crazy family was bad!

I am preparing my Christmas Feast while listening to some holiday tunes, and will post more later, if I don't crash and burn from the food and wine.

Cheers!
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All Smiles

Dressed for the occasion, of course.  Christmas Eve with my friend and co-worker (a Turkmenistan Muslim) Bahram. (taken with Bahram's iPhone.)

Busier than any of us thought, but it was all good.  Everyone was in a festive mood, even with the steady rain all afternoon. The restaurant closed at 4 and we all shared cocktails before heading off in all directions. The locosguys are dishing up the Christmas dinner for family, Bahram and his lady have reservations somewhere, and I will be preparing a roast for me, myself, and I.

Happy Holidays to all.

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Drought Stricken Rivers Uncover History

 I do love these stories as each one sheds a little more light on our past.  I especially find the rock etched with a primitive map of what appears to be native American villages fascinating. Wish there was a photo of that in the piece. Alas, no.

ST. LOUIS (AP) — From sunken steamboats to a millennium-old map engraved in rock, the drought-drained rivers of the nation's midsection are offering a rare and fleeting glimpse into years gone by.

Lack of rain has left many rivers at low levels unseen for decades, creating problems for river commerce and recreation and raising concerns about water supplies and hydropower if the drought persists into next year, as many fear.

But for the curious, the receding water is offering an occasional treasure trove of history.

An old steamboat is now visible on the Missouri River near St. Charles, Mo., and other old boats nestled on river bottoms are showing up elsewhere. A World War II minesweeper, once moored along the Mississippi River as a museum at St. Louis before it was torn away by floodwaters two decades ago, has become visible — rusted but intact.

Perhaps most interesting, a rock containing what is believed to be an ancient map has emerged in the Mississippi River in southeast Missouri.

The rock contains etchings believed to be up to 1,200 years old. It was not in the river a millennium ago, but the changing course of the waterway now normally puts it under water — exposed only in periods of extreme drought. Experts are wary of giving a specific location out of fear that looters will take a chunk of the rock or scribble graffiti on it.

"It appears to be a map of prehistoric Indian villages," said Steve Dasovich, an anthropology professor at Lindenwood University in St. Charles. "What's really fascinating is that it shows village sites we don't yet know about."

Old boats are turning up in several locations, including sunken steamboats dating to the 19th century.

That's not surprising considering the volume of steamboat traffic that once traversed the Missouri and Mississippi rivers. Dasovich said it wasn't uncommon in the 1800s to have hundreds of steamboats pass by St. Louis each day, given the fact that St. Louis was once among the world's busiest inland ports. The boats, sometimes lined up two miles deep and four boats wide in both directions, carried not only people from town to town but goods and supplies up and down the rivers.

Sinkings were common among the wooden vessels, which often were poorly constructed.

"The average lifespan of a steamboat on the Missouri River was five years," Dasovich said. "They were made quickly. If you could make one run from St. Louis to Fort Benton, Mont., and back, you've paid for your boat and probably made a profit. After that, it's almost like they didn't care what happened."

What often happened, at least on the Missouri River, was the boat would strike an underwater tree that had been uprooted and become lodged in the river bottom, tearing a hole that would sink the ship. Dasovich estimated that the remains of 500 to 700 steamboats sit at the bottom of the Missouri River, scattered from its mouth in Montana to its convergence with the Mississippi near St. Louis.

The number of sunken steamboats on the Mississippi River is likely about the same, Dasovich said. Steamboat traffic was far heavier on the Mississippi, but traffic there was and is less susceptible to river debris.

Boiler explosions, lightning strikes and accidents also sunk many a steamboat. One of the grander ones, the Montana, turned up this fall on the Missouri River near St. Charles. The elaborate steamer was as long as a football field with lavish touches aimed at pleasing its mostly wealthy clientele. It went to its watery grave after striking a tree below the surface in 1884.

The U.S. Coast Guard and Army Corps of Engineers urge sightseers to stay away from any shipwreck sites. Sandbars leading to them can be unstable and dangerous, and the rusted hulks can pose dangers for those sifting through them.

Plus, taking anything from them is illegal. By law, sunken ships and their goods belong to the state where they went down.

While unusual, it's not unprecedented for low water levels to reveal historic artifacts.

Last year, an officer who patrols an East Texas lake discovered a piece of the space shuttle Columbia, which broke apart and burned on re-entry in 2003, killing all seven astronauts aboard. And the remains of a wooden steamer built 125 years ago recently were uncovered in a Michigan waterway because of low levels in the Great Lakes.

 The rest is HERE.

I missed my calling, I guess.

And so it goes.

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Curious Christmas Caturday

Been there, done that.  Many, many times.

And so it goes.
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World's New Beginning & Small Change

Ah, good old media hype.

So, it wasn't really to be the "end of the world" but a tying up of loose ends important to the Mayans.  Well, excuse me. Maybe so, but it was a running gag throughout the day at work and elsewhere.

I must say that when the storms hit the area overnight, my doubts turned into half-belief.  Well, I was awakened from a deep sleep by the thunder rumbling, lightening flashes,  high winds and the rain beating on the skylights. The storms lasted for over 2 hours offering little peace and no sleep. The glassware in the cabinets shook and clinked because of the building's movement the entire time. Now you understand what I was dealing with? 

I stumbled into the shower at 5:30, then went back to bed for another half hour before making a coffee and light breakfast.

By sunrise - 7:15am - there were hints of blue in the dark gray sky and I was hopeful that a beautiful day lay ahead. It did, and it didn't. (Depending on the time of day.) Work was almost a breeze and the many folks indulging in the big party were an easy-going lot. 

By mid-afternoon the sky had turned omniously dark, the temperatures dropped 20' and it felt like snow was on the way.  A light rain began to fall as I made my way home. There is a definite chill in the air.

While there is no snow predicted in our area, this weather system may dump loads of the white stuff north and west of us and give the ski communites a good layer of powder for the holidays.  I wish them well. I can do without snow here.

And so it goes.
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Jimmy, Mariah, & Roots: All I want for Christmas.

All played on instruments found in a nursery school.  Funny and fun.



Big luncheon party this afternoon 30+ so the joint will be jumpin' this day.

More later.

On the Boardwalk: Remembering Newtown

After running a few errands yesterday afternoon, I decided to enjoy some salt sea air and headed for the beach.  There was Santa's House. Santa was taking a lunch break at the time, but would be back shortly.

And just to the right, hung on the protective fence, there is a memorial of wreaths dedicated to the kids killed in Newtown, CT. Each child's name was printed on a small card below each wreath. There were few people around, but those who spotted the display couldn't help but be moved.  A few just shook their heads as they walked by.  I had a knot in my stomach as I walked back home.

Sad, that.

And so it goes.
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Sam Donaldson Arrested For DUI

And he probably thought the first town in the first state wouldn't care about excessive alcohol consumption.  He was probably also speeding, which is how the local fuzz make most of the money for their municipalities. In many small towns in lower slower Delaware the speed limits change very quickly, and this is how the money is raked in.

ABC News' Sam Donaldson was arrested for a DUI earlier in December, TMZ reported Wednesday.
Police said that Donaldson failed a sobriety test after they pulled him over in Lewes, Delaware. He was brought to a local police station where he was booked and eventually released.
Law enforcement noted that he was very cooperative throughout the experience. Donaldson will have to appear in court in Delaware to address the charges. 

Yes, a lot of those DC critters are often seen in these parts.  Some even own homes here - but nobody knows where those homes are.

I need a life.

And so it goes.
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I Need a Little Christmas (spirit)

Christmas is a week away and I just ain't got no Merry Ho-Ho in me. I even found a channel on Sirius XM playing the golden oldies of holiday music, called Holiday Traditions and thought it might help. It didn't.  The customers love it while the multicultural staff are singing the lyrics.  I am, too, but only out of nostalgia for selfish reasons.  Sinatra, Fitzgerald, Armstrong, Crosby, Clooney, Torme, Garland, and others are the holiday soundtrack of my life.

Of course, the Newtown, CT massacre did nothing to lift anyone's spirits

Aside from a little cooking, and doing household chores, it's been a relaxing day off.  Gray and foggy outdoors made for an easy decision not to venture forth into the crazy. The errands can wait until tomorrow when the sun is to make an appearance.

Linda, our wee Irish lass GM, left for Ireland last evening, but beforehand, she dropped off a wee gift that waited on the porch until I got home.  A nice gesture and lovely surprise.  A bottle of Jameson's Irish Whiskey, no less.  Now that's good sippin' whiskey and no doubt about it. 

I was able to reach her before boarding her flight and thanked her. She said, "enjoy, don't be so hard on yourself. I'll see you on the 28th." I am fortunate to call her a friend, as well as boss.

Without the space - or accurate oven - I will not be doing any holiday baking again this year. There will be eggnog however, with a bit of rum or whiskey mixed in for some seasonal cheer. I will spend Christmas day at home alone. Don't want to be the wet blanket (or crazy quilt) on anyone's festivities.

Oh, I am fine and happy at work, and even spent money on a new Santa hat this year to wear this weekend and Christmas Eve. I'll be sincerely happy to see happy faces of kids and families dining with us. That always makes my day.

There are 13 days before the new year, and I find that hard to believe, but there it is.

And so it goes.
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Holiday Moods 2

Judy at her beautiful best.

There are 3 Christmas parties scheduled at the restaurant today. All local businesses and many regular customers in the mix.  Should be a good day.

And so it goes.
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Crucial Caturday

This should be good.

More later,
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Breaths

Connecticut, children, death, and dismay. All day there has been much rage, wringing of hands, great sadness, and stunning stupidity voiced by the usual suspects.

The President's words were a comfort, but I've thought of only this song all day as the drama unfolded. Sweet Honey in the Rock:

I have no words of my own.

And so it goes.
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White Christmas: "SNOW"

Here's Bing, Rosemary, Danny & Vera doing their best to bring some holiday cheer
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Looks like it may snow here, any minute.  Not cold enough, but the air smells like snow.  If you get my drift.

And so it goes.
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Christmas Line Dancing is All The Rage.

Last evening's Christmas party at the restaurant went on without me. Couldn't muster the energy or spirit.  I didn't eat much all day and was in bed by 8 PM - slept til 6 AM. Still not much of an appetite, so I ran a few errands that needed attention.

Today I learned to do the line dance - again.  It's been a long time, I was a little rusty, but quickly got into the groove (line) with the downbeat. The Holiday Line Dance

I had completely forgotten what Christmas shopping mania was like first hand. Seriously! There were lines EVERYWHERE!!!  It's not like I was hunting down the newest must-have electronics or the hot toy du jour, no...mixed nuts (in shells, not easy to find anymore), a special wine and infused rum for a couple of co-workers. Hell, even the grocery store (on a Wednesday?)

A mass of stressed out humanity shouting into cell phones to someone on the other end their most desperate needs and fears would have put me on edge if I didn't find their complaints inane and funny.  In Staple's, I overheard more 4-letter-words from shoppers with kids in tow than at the local VFW hall.  (OK, don't ask)

The lines moved quickly, but the frustration etched on the faces in those lines was anything but Christmas/Christian like. No wonder I can't find my Merry-ho-ho this year.

Example, the last stop was the post office to post a few cards and a package. When I arrived I was 14th in line. Probably 10 people stuck their heads in then left immediately. What they didn't see was that all service windows were open and the line moved along at a rapid rate; I was on the way home in 6 or 7 minutes.

As the holiday pace quickens, those lines will become longer, more frustrating, and the folks who didn't give a few minutes of their time today, will be stuck in even longer lines before they finally get the items sent.

This was my final sojourn into the tinsel-tension, aside from one more trek to the market, so I'm home free until the holidays are over. And grateful beyond all measure.


And so it goes.
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Old Friends - Like Bookends

There is no holiday spirit, and certainly no Christmas spirit in me this year.

Daily visuals of the elderly in our midst draw me in as never before and I wonder what will become of me when/if I reach that dottering stage.  I watch as these people walk, hardly able to put one foot ahead of the other and wonder if that is to be my fate, as well. The Simon & Garfunkel song, "Old Friends" from their "Bookends" album, touches me more deeply these days.

Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin' through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears.

Time it was and what a time it was, it was A time of innocence, a time of confidences Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph. Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you.

I'd prefer this scenario from Merrily We Roll Along by Mr. Sondheim:

Old Friends

Hey, old friends,
How do we stay old friends?
Who is to say, old friends,
How an old friendship survives?
One day chums
Having a laugh a minute,
One day comes
And they're a part of your lives.

New friends pour
Through the revolving door-
Maybe there's one that's more.
If you find one, that'll do.
But us, old friends,
What's to discuss, old friends?
Here's to us!
Who's like us?
Two old friends,
Fewer won't do, old friends-
Gotta have two old friends
Helping you balance along:
One upbraids you
For your faults and fancies,
One persuades you
That the other one's wrong.

Most friends fade
Or they don't make the grade.
New ones are quickly made,
Perfect as long as they're new.
But us, old friends,
What's to discuss, old friends?
Here's to us!
Who's like us?
Damn few!

No photographs. No family will be around to care for, or about me. And no "old friends" left to share the "new" or that park bench. The restaurant staff holiday party is tomorrow evening. I wonder if I will have the energy to attend.

And so it goes.
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Carol of the Bells - Pentatonix

I can't seem to get my "Merry Ho-Ho" on this year. 



The Christmas Party at the restaurant is coming up on Tuesday and I just don't feel - - - well, anything.

Maybe I'll snap out of this blue funk.

And so it goes.
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"It's a Wonderful Life" George Bailey Tribute

As a die-hard Frank Capra fan, this is probably my fave holiday movie of all time.  The fact that I love Capra's stable of contract players is only icing on the cake.  With Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed in the lead and Barrymore as the nastiest villain in the world, I cannot resist.  BTW, I prefer the original black & white version over the Turner "colorized" offering.

 This for me is better than Miracle of 34th Street, although I do love little Natalie Wood.

And so it goes.
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It's Caturday!

Maybe so, but one can't help but wonder...

More later.
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Richard III Dig: Discuss Cities Claim to Bones

Richard III, causing trouble after 500 years!  And it isn't even his fault.  Then again...From the BBC:

A parliamentary debate has been held on where a skeleton that could be that of Richard III should be interred.

The bones were found in September by archaeologists digging beneath a car park in Leicester.
MPs from Leicester, Nottinghamshire and York discussed a permanent grave but officials said precedent meant Leicester cathedral was favourite.
DNA results on the bones are being compared to that of living descendants of the king, who was killed in 1485.
Richard died at the hands of forces of Henry Tudor near Market Bosworth, Leicestershire.

"To argue on the floor of [parliament] over these mortal remains is more like medieval cathedrals fighting over saints' relics” Hugh Bayley York Central MP

His grave, in the church of Greyfriars in Leicester, was lost during centuries of redevelopment.

However, the archaeologists from Leicester university have found a skeleton, which is consistent with the known details of his appearance and death.
Campaigners from both York and Leicester have said the remains, should they prove to be the king, ought to come to them.
In the debate, Labour MP John Mann, from Bassetlaw in Nottinghamshire offered Worksop as a halfway point between the two.
But Labour's Jon Ashworth, who represents Leicester South, said: "Given it was the Greyfriars who took the body of Richard and buried him at what was then the Greyfriars' church, a site which is today just a stone's throw from Leicester Cathedral, and he has been in Leicester for 500 years, it would be most appropriate that he is finally laid to rest at Leicester Cathedral."

'Nearest cathedral' York Central MP, Hugh Bayley, also from Labour said: "He is still very well-regarded in York. We have a museum to Richard III, we respect him enormously.
"But to argue on the floor of this place over his mortal remains is more like medieval cathedrals fighting over saints' relics.
"I don't think it's appropriate."
Tory MP Tony Baldry, answering questions for the Church Commissioners, admitted: "There is quite a lot of competition for this.
"If there is conclusive evidence that these are the remains of Richard III, the tradition is that they would be buried and reinterred at the nearest Christian cathedral, which happens to be Leicester Cathedral.
"In those circumstances, I would hope to arrange a meeting with the Dean of Leicester to see how that could happen."
But he emphasised no final decision had been taken.

 This news coming shortly after viewing the history of Britain, Scotland & Ireland is quite an interesting turn of events, I must say. Fascinated and Appalled at the same time.

And so it goes.
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Game On: Marriage Equality in the South

Great video.  Comin' at you in January 2013.  Make it happen.


We're not going back. The world only spins forward.  This is the future.  Deal with it.

And so it goes.
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Holiday Moods 1: Eartha & Friends

Thought I'd try to jump-start my holiday with a little music video or two. So, turn up the volume for this ultra-camp classic.



Yes, those are drag queans in the cutaways. Eartha always loved her fabulous gay fans.

And so it goes.
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A Very Spo Meme

Spo, (the dear) offered up the following meme and since for some reason, I cannot leave a comment at his site - something about my password being incorrect - I thought I'd post my answers here, instead.  Here goes:

An evening with friends …… is jolly good fun !  (fill in the blank)
Tea, wine, or champagne?  - All three, plus a good Gin.
How left handed are you? - so much so that I have trouble securing cufflink to the left sleeve.
The loudest item of clothing I have …………. my very own Spo shirt.  Butterflies!
The Best Friend: who is s/he? - No one anymore.
I’d rather eat rats in Tewkesbury than…… Lima Beans or Okra in New Orleans

How many of these have you done?:

1. Been to an opera - Yes. A few times at the NY Met.

2. Read a novel by Dickens - Yes, quite a few.

3. Drank Bourbon - Yes. Maker's Mark & Wild Turkey. No rubbish!

4. Been to Key West - No, but would love to visit someday.

5. Visited The Stratford Festival of Canada - No.

6. Spiders give you the heebie-jeebies. - Yes.  And many insects, too.

7. Been to Michigan - Yes.  Once. Many years ago.

8. Rolled down a grass hill. - Yes. Well, not a hill exactly, it was a levee on the Mississippi River. Again, many years ago.

9. Ate Synder Pretzels - Yes. They're the Best!

10. Used the word ‘rubbish” in the past 30 days. - Yes.  I use "rubbish" in polite company in place of "bullsh*t" which is my fave.

11. Worn a bow tie - Yes.  Only with my tuxedo, though.

12. Have a set of Viking horns - No.  Sadly, no.

Well, there you have it. Now you know more trivial bullsh*t about me.

And so it goes.
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6 Million Pounds Of Explosive Material Found

What the Hell do they mean "FOUND"? How could 6M tons not be hiding in plain sight?  It boggles the mind.  From the AP:

DOYLINE, La. (AP) — Weather could complicate the transfer of roughly 6 million pounds of explosives that were haphazardly stored at an industrial site in northwestern Louisiana and led to the evacuation of a small town, a state police spokeswoman said Monday.
If lightning is spotted within five miles of the site, authorities will suspend efforts that began on Saturday to move the artillery propellant, Lt. Julie Lewis said.
Light rain fell at midday in the vicinity of the site near the town of Doyline. No lightning was expected Monday, but thunderstorms were forecast for Tuesday.
Officials estimate that more than half of Doyline's 800 residents heeded police advice to evacuate in advance of the cleanup at the Explo Systems Inc. site. Col. Mike Edmondson, commander of Louisiana State Police, said the material is stable and would need an ignition source to explode. The precautions were taken because officials fear that any spark could set off a huge explosion of the material, which they said was stored improperly in a relatively small area.
One of several residents who relocated to a nearby state park expressed exasperation at the sheer volume of explosive material, which is more than authorities initially estimated.
"We got outside the evacuation area when they said there was a million pounds. Now it's six million," said Frank Peetz, 71, who was staying with his wife in a camper. "Maybe we ought to be up in Arkansas somewhere."
Edmondson was hesitant to estimate when it would be safe for Doyline residents to return home. He also said state police weren't sure how much damage an explosion of the material could cause, even after consulting with Department of Defense officials.

At least they eventually evacuated the town.  The rest is here

Northwestern Louisiana is not a hotbed of intelligence, to say the least. They voted for Willard last month.

And so it goes.
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It's Always Something...

Ain't that the truth, huh!

A long and tiring day yesterday, so I pretty much slipped out of the work drag and into a martini hoping the headache that came on about an hour before my shift ended, would take a hike and leave me in peace.  It was not to be.

Had another stellar dinner of left-overs, washed down with another martini, and sat down to peruse email and check out a few blogs. My eyes wouldn't stay open, so I turned everything off and went to bed.

After brushing teeth and making a coffee this morning, I turned on the PC and - - - no image on the monitor. The light was on, but the screen was dead. Following the usual procedures (dance of the seven veils) I concluded the poor old thing had bought the farm.

So, before work I scurried up to Staples to see what was on their new weekly flyer and what might be in stock.  Raced back to work to check out the holiday offerings and which would be good for a prime customer this week.  Many of the new monitor descriptions left me befuddled, so I asked a few tech-geeks at work to help me out - and they did.

Anyway, after work I shot up to Staples once again and purchased a 22" LED monitor; a special purchase, the ad said, and brought it home. The cost was $89.00.  The image above is a shot of the monitor I purchased.  Click to embiggen.

There was no paper instruction manual in the box - it is all on the accompanying CD - which I could not view since the old monitor was dead.

I did what I thought was right to get connected, hoped the existing video card was capable of handling the new screen, plugged everything in and turned on the PC.  It booted and the monitor worked OK, if a bit contrasty.  I inserted the CD and magical things began happening.  I opened the PDF file of the owner's manual and figured out how to change the contrast and luminescence.  So far all is well.

Although the monitor is equipped for HD using a DVI cable, my current PC has no DVI input, so the analog will have to do.  The image quality is incredible. The old 8-year-old monitor can't hold a candle to this baby.  Of course, when I bought that one, it was state of the art, too.

Now however, having crawled around unplugging and plugging all the cables my back is in bad shape. I am ready for a few olives and a bite to eat now.

Shower and bed are next on the list as tomorrow is another day...fiddle-de-dee.

And so it goes.
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World AIDS Day: Never Forget

So many friends.
And so it goes.
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Catechism Caturday

I think I'll skip this lesson.  It's been a very hectic week, but I'll post later today, if I can.

And so it goes.

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