Today is an example of that from which the title of this post was coined. A blue moon… Barring developmental tricks in the software of your choice, it’s not really going to be blue. The phrase refers to having two full moons in the same calendar month. The last one was in 2012, and the next won’t be until 2018. Here on the east coast-ish of America, the moon will be out during the day. So go on outside, wherever you are, and enjoy that somewhat rare occurrence, of a celestial impingement upon mankind’s attempt to instill a bit of order on the universe… Or, you could just go look at the moon. Howling is perfectly acceptable… as long as you’re a wolf, a particularly untamed dog, or don’t give two shakes of a werewolf’s moldy tookus what your neighbors might happen to think of you, should they happen to catch you doing so. Image found here.
It’s been a bit of a week… or two! Work has been sporadic and unpredictable, and rears its head at the most inopportune of times. I shot a friends EP launch, which resulted in 2500 (but who’s counting?) shots. All of which have to be evaluated, sorted, developed and fretted over. Terribly exciting for my friend, but probably meaningless for you. I did manage to get a little bit of personal shooting in. The immature red tail hawk, above, is one such shot. Another such shot is below:
Forty-six years ago, a lot of us who were around at the time probably witnessed the first tentative baby steps of that creature known as man. On this day, all those years ago, science fiction became science fact, as Apollo 11 landed on the moon; marking the first time we stepped upon a celestial body other than our own. It was watched by an estimated 500-600 million people world wide – and held the record for most viewers, until the wedding of Charles and Diane. I wish the provincialism of that fact didn’t depress me as much as it does… “That’s one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind” Niel Armstrong Image found here.
“Well, uh… you know, uh… what can I say? The idea that his (PDQ Bach’s) works were actually written by Christopher Marlowe seems ridiculous. Aside from the stylistic problems involved, I’m sure Marlowe could have done a better job.” “Die dee die dee die dee die…” “Agnus and her sister Doris Day-um… Kimosabe watch-um what you say-um…” Professor Peter Schickele – whose birthday we remember on this date. The incomparable Iphigenia, which ends entirely too soon for my taste. Enjoy! Happy Birthday, to a man I’ve been privileged to see in concert several times, and who continues to give me belly laughs, to this very day. Long live PDQ Bach! Image found here.
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all. Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating! The cry of equality pulls everyone down. Happiness is a matter of one’s most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries. Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes. We can only learn to love by loving. IRIS MURDOCH – whose birthday we remember on this date. It’s interesting to look at the quotes I choose for these small appreciations of mine. I find they reveal a bit about what might be going on in the background of my own life. A revelation which might otherwise remain hidden from me. I’m not so sure …