Happy birthday Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Edith Roosevelt, Charles Fort, Scott Nearing, Dutch Schultz, Hoot Gibson, Lucille Ball, Richard Hofstadter, Andy Warhol, Abbey Lincoln, Piers Anthony, M. Night Shyamalan, and me. Mostly, that is pretty cool, but on day of horror and science, when people wish me a happy anniversary of the day I found myself in the monkeyhouse, was beaten by men in white masks, who poured acid on my eyes and mutilated my genitals, I am not surprised the only one I have wished well is Scott Nearing. The man is an unmitigated inspiration. The only memorials I might make also pale in comparison to the 66, 000, except plausibly the murder of Prometheus, but there is Anne Hathaway Shakespeare, who I keep forgetting I married, or maybe didnt, depending on rather or not my Shakespeare brain is in charge, Bix Beiderbecke, Cordwainer Smith, Theodor W. Adorno, Fulgencio Batista, Memphis Minnie, and Heinz Barth, none of whom compare to remembrance of the Hiroshima horror, although the last deserves to be there, better on the ground, but not inappro in the Enola Gay. And the bright spots. Thank Mars for life, and on this day, he got a third dog, since Demos and Phobos are getting old.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 06:51:42 +0000
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