This is the image to attract your attention in case you are a visual sort of person. It comes from a peculiar website called Grist. The website is dedicated to environmental things including the whackos who are attracted to that sort of thing. It looks very interesting. The story had to do with mating turtles disturbing air travel somewhere on the East Coast. It was written in an amusing way. I wonder, are there animals, besides ourselves, that mate face to face?
[I must have been commenting on some article I read in one or another paper that I read, but I see now that I forgot the reference. Oh well, things may improve or not. It obviously needs a picture too. I can add that a picture from a trip to Havana in 2004, when El Barbudo was in better shape. As I recall it, he talked for almost 4 hours straight.]
Now that our man in Havana has turned over the reins to his brother Raul, will he travel to Hollywood for his lifetime achievement Oscar, or to Stockholm for his Nobel Peace Prize?
I forgot to mention one of our stops in Rome on our recent Italian adventure. This is on the via Veneto and gets a lot of tourists. But I think it was actually put together before tourism became all that big a deal. Well, now that I think about it, I suppose touring Rome has always been the thing to do in Europe. They used to call themselves pilgrims.
Anyway the Capuchins have been here since 1631. I am not sure when they got started with the bony artwork. One source says after they moved earlier burials to this place in the 17th century. Another says that the arranging of bones started after 1870. They say they came to pray here before retiring for the night: the message being perhaps that death closes the gate of time and opens that of eternity. Of course, we moderns have completely forgotten about the long history of the RC cult of the dead, the skull on the desk, etc. “What you are now, we once were; what we are now, you shall be.”
I am in the process of sorting through shoeboxes, I mean literally shoeboxes, filled to the brim with old pictures, in no special order. Some of these go back to the 60s and before, like in “the olden days” as our kids used to say about any time before they were born. The one to the right is a faded, poorly exposed snapshot taken sometime during the 40s. The girl on the right is Carol and I think that is her sister on the left
To the left is one from another life, now closed off completely by virtue of advancing age. Fortunately we didn’t take so many pictures in the pre-digital age. We still throw away as many now as then.
Carol had the wit to label it, otherwise we would still be guessing. I don’t care what they say, I liked those big hairdos.
Then there are a ton of scrapbooks from my mother’s basement. There are some real prizes here. I am trying to get these in shape before the 2nd Mueller Melee this summer.
I meant to post this a few days ago. Only in America. I was walking down an aisle in our local drug store when I was attracted by this giant chocolate heart. Three (3) pounds for $24.99. That is about three times the size of the normal heart. Probably because I am on a diet I immediately thought: how long would it take me to eat the whole thing? And then, how long before my first coronary occlusion?
Kind of looks like it is going to drip down on the text, doesn’t it?
Does anyone have a good word to describe the miming of greeting friends in the adoring and cheering audiences that national politicians seem to need. It usually includes some pointing, and eyes widening, and mouthing endearing words. Thanks in advance for your efforts.
The wide-awake among you may have noted that this blog has been culled of at least a few travel entries, most recently of our trip to Italy. The notes and pictures on that trip have been moved to web.mac.com/kmueller40/muellertravel_Over_There Just click on this address and it will get you there.
Of course I couldn’t resist puttting the name of the now abandoned Roman seaport on the title because when I googled it, I found a reference to my blog right up there with the really helpful ones. Which surprised me.
And I couldn’t resist posting a picture of a communal crapper I found in Ostia Antica. I wonder if this was the equivalent of our “smoke-filled” committee rooms where important decisions were made before going to the forum. These are some references to hygiene in ancient Rome.
Touring Ostia Antica is a really nice website by Caroline Lawrence, who has written some good stuff for kids on the BBC.