Today is the day of the year when we remember the birth of Ernest Hemingway. So naturally I want to talk about something else. But mostly ’cause I heard ’bout the other thing first, before I learned it was Papa’s special day.
So… Here it is, the 20th (holy moly, is it the 20th already…?) – I say – here we are, two-thirds of the way through July, and things are starting to get seriously weird around the old homestead… The presumptive first-lady-to-be delivers a keynote speech to the rabid faithful, and then goes into seclusion when it’s revealed that she lifted whole sections from the last presumptive first-lady-to-be’s keynote speech, eight years ago… It’s unclear at this point whether the Republican establishment is upset more at the liberal media for pointing out the blatant plagiarism, or because the passages were taken from a (… shudder…) Democrat. Either way, it’s someone else’s fault… Of course… The Governor of New Jersey delivered a blistering attack on the presumptive Democratic nominee, accusing her (basically) of treason, cow tipping and baby punching. This is the same governor, by the way, (and don’t tell me it was all his aides doing, that he had no knowledge of their actions, and never, ever expressed a desire to get even with said mayor… although …
Today is the day on which we remember the 182nd birthday of one Edgar Degas. He is considered one of, if not the founder of the Impressionistic movement, although he preferred to think of himself as a “realist”. One of these days, we really need to sit down and hash out a working definition for all of these labels. As is my wont when these types of birthdays come along, I’ll dispense with the snappy repartee… look it up… and let the artist speak for himself. It’s also the anniversary of the publication of The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien. Some might consider that a more important anniversary than Degas’, but they can bloody well get their own blog, and blogviate all they want, ’til the cows come home… … not that Tolkien isn’t a seminal figure in my literary life… … cause he is… Top image found here. All other images found here.
Busy, busy, busy… Oh, so busy! And normally I’d lament my missing a particularly (to me) notable celebration. But I couldn’t let this one just pass by unremarked. Yesterday was the 81st birthday of Peter Schickele, the “discoverer” of the music of PDQ Bach, the last, and certainly least of Johann Sebastien Bach’s many children. I give you, for your consideration, the grand oratorio, The Seasonings (S. no. 1/2 tsp) Happy Birthday, Peter… May you ever cause us pain… from laughing so much… Image found here.
Again. Someone has taken it upon themselves to kill those they consider inferior to themselves. Those who believe something different. Those without the common decency to be “correct…” The “correct” religion. Or skin color. Or political affiliation. Again. Innocent people are cut apart from families, friends and life itself. Again. I’m so very tired of again! And our elected officials, and nominees for office, seem to be only interested in fanning the flames of hatred… of ensuring a future filled with more of these types of attacks. Until you learn toleration… Until you learn how to let other people live their own lives… Until you stop the madness… The madness will continue. Please… Stop the madness. Image found here.