Anyways, just go play on one instead, or watch others play...
To believe in the good in man), Lord of the Rings and so many others, too numerous to post.
And of course the forever legend, Bowie.
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I was going to make some lame joke about honouring all the tables you encounter today, show respect for such this civilized utilitarian object most of us take for granted, but decided to refrain. Anyways, just go play on one instead, or watch others play... This new game I'm looking forward to....still have time to find someone to play it with! How timely since it is the 30th anniversary of the film! I love Brian Froud, have a few of his books. Yes, you guessed it, it's one of my favourite movies, along with The Dark Crystal, Legend(s can be now and forever, teaching us to love for goodness sake...Sweet songs of youth, the wise, the meeting of all wisdom
To believe in the good in man), Lord of the Rings and so many others, too numerous to post. And of course the forever legend, Bowie.
Guess yesterday's Watchamacallits, Thingamajibabobs and General Twaddle post would have been more appropriate for today. You know I'm all about trees. Think perhaps I was one in a past life, or something.
Anyway, here's stuff, tree things-
Loving the lyrics!
Yes, you guessed it, it was Mr. Rogers! Here he is singing it while accompanied by Yo-Yo Ma and Handyman Negri-
And who could forget Treebeard!-
Trees can live a very very long time. They were here before humans (though not before 24 feet tall and three feet wide giant mushrooms...wow, just wow...fungoids, does that make you have more respect for such things as athlete's foot, or, um tinea cruris? No. Eww. It does not), and hopefully will be here long after....hopefully...trees, not athlete's foot or the other ewwy, nor the giant mushrooms since those are already extinct, but I digress, this is about ancient old trees-
And if YEW PINE FIR something to DEW<(k, so it's not a tree, don't judge me!), why not make your own paper dancing Baby Groot!
K, I'm done now, have a nice rest of day and don't forget, trees are our friends....but some other plants are questionable....
That was really dark. And sad :'( But it all begins again, maybe just a little bit, um...different, bcz nothing ever ends completely, right? right? right? Anyways, every time I hear Rick Grimes call his son, well, you know it. (Cousin's little girl and me at CMC Zoo, not real hats, obviously)
Or dids’t I? Since the exact date is unrecorded (according to Wikipedia, he was baptized on the 26th of April, 1564, it being customary to do so in three day, thus the celebrated date.) ANYWAYS, this being his 400th year anniversary regardless, HUZZAH! Unless, of course, it was a room full of monkeys with quills that actually wrote for him, still, HUZZAH! :) From Wikipedia- 'Shakespeare's funerary monument is the earliest memorial to the playwright, located inside Holy Trinity Church, Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, UK, the same church in which he was baptised. The exact date of its construction is not known, but must have been between Shakespeare's death in 1616 and 1623, when it is mentioned in the First Folio of the playwright's works. Beneath the figure is engraved an epitaph in Latin and a poem in English. The epitaph reads: IVDICIO PYLIVM, GENIO SOCRATEM, ARTE MARONEM, TERRA TEGIT, POPVLVS MÆRET, OLYMPVS HABET The first line translates as "A Pylian in judgement, a Socrates in genius, a Maro in art," comparing Shakespeare to Nestor the wise King of Pylus, to the Greek philosopher Socrates, and to the Roman poet Virgil (whose last name, or cognomen was Maro). The second reads "The earth buries him, the people mourn him, Olympus possesses him," referring to Mount Olympus, the home of the Greek gods. The English poem reads: STAY PASSENGER, WHY GOEST THOV BY SO FAST, READ IF THOV CANST, WHOM ENVIOVS DEATH HATH PLAST WITH IN THIS MONVMENT SHAKSPEARE: WITH WHOME, QVICK NATVRE DIDE: WHOSE NAME, DOTH DECK YS TOMBE, FAR MORE, THEN COST: SIEH ALL, YT HE HATH WRITT, LEAVES LIVING ART, BVT PAGE, TO SERVE HIS WITT. As modernized by Katherine Duncan-Jones: Stay Passenger, why goest thou by so fast? Read if thou canst, whom envious Death hath plast Within this monument Shakspeare: with whom Quick nature died: whose name doth deck this tomb Far more than cost: sith [since] all that he hath writ Leaves living art, but page to serve his wit. Stanley Wells is one of the few biographers to comment on the poem, saying that it "somewhat cryptically calls on the passer-by to pay tribute to his greatness as a writer", and admitting "the only sense I can make out of the last bit is that his compositions relegate the sculptor's art to the rank of a mere page – with perhaps a forced pun on the writer's 'pages' – offering service to his genius; or perhaps that all art subsequent to Shakespeare's is a page – servant – to his." Wells also points out that "his name does not deck the tomb, and it's not a tomb anyway", suggesting that it may have been originally designed to be part of a free-standing tomb. Squeezed into the small space beneath the poem, a few abbreviated words in Latin tell us that he died in the year of the Lord 1616, in his 53rd year, on 23 April. OBIIT ANO DOI 1616 ÆTATIS?53 DIE 23 APR. This, however, is what was writ on his grave- 'Good friend, for Jesus' sake forebeare To digg the dust enclosed heare; Bleste be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones' In recent news- Shakespeare's grave may be missing something If that be truth, whomsoever holds said skull is appropriately accurst! Be that as it may, alas and alack comest I too late to celebrate :( But fear thee not! I cometh bearing virtual baubles and gauds! So here be a few things you can make, perhaps on Tuesday the 26th, on the occasion of his baptismal. They're gleaned from the net, better late than not... Firstly, a page to print and colour, it's a trendy adult thing now, colouring. I’ve never stopped, I never knew there was an expiration date for such things *sigh* and a PDF for a paper model of the Globe- The Bard, himself- and last but not least- I guess you'll have to use an eyebrow pencil to draw on the stache and beard if you so desire (or, for something longer lasting, a sharpie :), a thin dowel would be classier than a pen or pencil to adhere to the right side of the mask for holding it in front of your face. Nonetheless, this, April 24th, being almost the end (if not already, in some areas) IS *drum roll* Pinhole Camera Day! So why not temporarily transform your phone into one, using the following directions or the app (hereto let it be known, I take no responsibility for the use of either, do so at your own risk), put on the above mask, and take a selfie, or, ask someone else to do so. Just a fun thing. (Or you could just use photoshop to create something similar, but what’s the fun in that?) That be all for today...eth :)
EARTH DAY! So, with bare feet (to make a more direct connection), go out there and hug a tree, well, maybe not hug it, some might get the wrong impression, simply rest your hand on it, hold it there for a little while, it’s living, it will sense your presence. :)
Just show some appreciation to the natural world, and know you are a part of it all. Every single day, and not just one, we should consider how lucky we are to live on such an extraordinarily beautiful planet, along with such an abundance of diverse life. Whether it originated elsewhere in the universe and was carried here, matters not. We are Earthlings. Our race, human. Better get used to that realization. It is what unites us, or should. Now mind, this is not, and I repeat, NOT to be confused with International Tea Day, which falls on December 15th. This is strictly a celebration of Britain's national drink. In my humble opinion, every cup is to be celebrated. A Nice Cup of Tea, by George Orwell (Yes, the same author that wrote 'Nineteen Eighty-Four' ['Big Brother is watching you'], in 1949, and 'Animal Farm') I get a bit snobbish when it comes to tea. I like mine in a cup WITH saucer. None of this 'mug' business. Mugs are for coffee <(yuck), and hot cocoa <(yummmm...yes, with marshmallows, please :) You stir it with a TEAspoon. Not a tabelspoon, or a soup spoon, nor a dessert spoon...well, maybe a dessert spoon. It can be served from kettle to cup, or from a pot, which is nice if you have guests, or plan to drink several cups, for which a cosy would be desirable. It helps keep it, um, nice and cosy :) I generally always have mine with milk, but to each, his own. Professor Elemental agrees.... Now, let us see why Brits love their tea... And an American take on tea.... |
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