While running errands, I was listening to talk radio in the car. The male announcer refers to his female cohort as a WMD. It took a while before he explained the initials. I thought the title would be appropriate for our host:
And that reminds me that it’s good to know there’s a place where all the city mousies and all the country mousies can come together, get together, and live in peace and harmony and love together, and happiness, together, . . . forever . . ., together.
[Althouse blog] is in my ears and in my eyes. There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back.
Back in seventh grade we had to write an essay about music so I chose to write an essay about this record album.
So far as I was concerned, every song was about the evils of mindless social conformity and the virtues of recreational drugs.
I got a “C.”
It’s been nothing but downhill, ever since.
Ha!
P.S. You don’t want to know what I wrote about “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds!”
P.P.S. Okay, I confess. I wrote nothing worth noting. All I wrote was that it was about the evils of mindless social conformity and the virtues of recreational drugs. Ha!
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19 comments:
But, shouldn't you be on a plane headed back to Wisconson?
Partially shaded? Blue? Leaning towards something?
Oppressed? (Something about the looming man-made structures blocking the natural beauty of the blue sky, gives off that vibe to me.)
You feel like the condo at the end of Main St? In Fulton Landing?
Ouch.
"How I feel today in New York."
Sideways, at an angle?
Boxed in, trapped in a concrete jungle, looking to escape.
See the profile of the face....?
(The sky against the outline of the building at top center right....)
There is hope.
Spring is coming.
How do we sense it's so?
The light. The light that fills the sky
And makes the buildings glow.
You lean left, and therefore have the blues?
While running errands, I was listening to talk radio in the car. The male announcer refers to his female cohort as a WMD. It took a while before he explained the initials.
I thought the title would be appropriate for our host:
Ann Althouse- Weapon of Mass Discussion.
It's definitely an anti-communist viewpoint and is therefore right deviationist, as the Stalinists would say.
With your hands?
sorry.
Rural skyscraper at astronomical noon
June 21
December 21
Oh, you City Mouse, you!
[Say it like Kirstie Alley]
P.S. Nice clean snap!
P.P.S. Bissage is a Country Mouse, NTTAWWT!!!
Blue Skies, smilin' on me...
like the old song?
You know, that’s a nice crystal blue sky.
And that reminds me that it’s good to know there’s a place where all the city mousies and all the country mousies can come together, get together, and live in peace and harmony and love together, and happiness, together, . . . forever . . ., together.
Better get ready!
Ha!
And as far as I'm concerned, "Apache/2.0.52 (Red Hat) Server at www.babybirdproductions.com Port 80" can hug a nut!
Bissage, thanks for the link to that song, which -- you may remember -- is a big subject in the podcast called "Audible Althouse #64."
I don’t remember specifically, but . . .
[Althouse blog] is in my ears and in my eyes.
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back.
Back in seventh grade we had to write an essay about music so I chose to write an essay about this record album.
So far as I was concerned, every song was about the evils of mindless social conformity and the virtues of recreational drugs.
I got a “C.”
It’s been nothing but downhill, ever since.
Ha!
P.S. You don’t want to know what I wrote about “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds!”
P.P.S. Okay, I confess. I wrote nothing worth noting. All I wrote was that it was about the evils of mindless social conformity and the virtues of recreational drugs. Ha!
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