December 4, 2017

Why, yes, I did get a picture of the supermoon.

It was cloudy, and I didn't get past our own front lawn...

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... but it is our dear moon, and I deem it enough to set the overnight conversation in gear.

(And the overnight shopping can be had through the Althouse Portal to Amazon. The Althouse link to Amazon is always right there in the sidebar. )

29 comments:

Char Char Binks said...

I wonder if that's the same moon I just saw a few minutes ago.

Jimmy said...

Very nice photo ... subtle salmon tinge is nice. A keeper.

Original Mike said...

"but it is our dear moon,"

Speak for yourself. I consider the thing a licentious light polluter.

Big Mike said...

Last night was clear and the view was wonderful. Tonight is all clouds.

Lyle Smith said...

The notorious Amos Yee is in need of help. He is living in Illinois now. Was held in immigration detention for a number of months. Did I say he's notorious?:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZdny86yOAk

Whirred Whacks said...

Two more super moons next month, on the 2nd and 31st. The second one will be a SUPER BLUE MOON. My second grandson will be born on or around the 31st, and I told my son that if the baby is born on the 31st that he’s got to name the kid SUPER BLUE!

Owen said...

Moon Season

What my wife says
The full moon wants
Is a dish of water
Left out all night

As though a cat
Might come to drink
And seeing itself
Would pause amazed

And while it stared in
The water would drink
Because water
Drinks everything

My wife went on
When the water is full
Bring it indoors
Before morning

Then with our best
Old silver knife
Skim it straight off
Into clear jars

There it can rest
In the cool dark
Used sparingly
It lasts for years

Ralph L said...

I didn't get past our own front lawn...
with the dust bin.

Mrs. X said...
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Mrs. X said...

Owen, I quite like that poem. It made me think of William Carlos Williams,
This is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

james james said...

Strange characters come into the bar. Sure, yes, it is a bar: it is a place strange characters are drawn to. A few weeks ago a haggard guy in his sixties comes in; he is already muttering to himself. Sits beside me, orders a drink. Well whiskey, I seem to remember. I am talking to the Curmudgeon on my other side, about what I don't really recall. Most likely old rock or a movie; that is what the Curmudgeon likes to talk about. When he feels like talking.

The Haggard Mutterer interrupts, ask me to look at this. This being his thumb.

"Do you think it's broken?" he asks me.

It is red, dirty and swollen. I tell him I don't know if it is broken, but he should probably get it looked at. He says he thinks it must be broken. I nod, and resume my conversation with the Curmudgeon.

He interrupts again.

"Don't you think it's broken?" he asks me.

Again, I reply: I don't know if it is broken, but he should probably get it looked at.

He nows says he can't bend it. To help with my diagnosis, I assume.

"It could be broken," I agree, and turn back to the Curmudgeon. To resume what we were talking about: old rock or a movie, most likely. I think I said that before.

The Haggard Mutterer orders another drink, then interrupts again.

"I fucking think it's broken."

I don't bother turning to face him; I have nothing new to offer him or his thumb.

Now he is mad. He is going on about fucking doctors who will take his fucking money just to tell him his thumb is fucking broken, when he already knows that his fucking thumb is fucking broken. Fucking doctors. Like that.

I order another drink. He is still carrying on, and now he is upset that no one is listening to him, he has a broken thumb and we are not listening.

I tell him he is right in not seeing a doctor: he should wait until it needs to be amputated, and then pay for the doctor then, not before.

I did not think me saying this would help matters, and it didn't. He is now asking if I think the fucking doctors will need to cut off his thumb.

"Probably," I answer. "But only if it's broken."

He ponders this for a moment.

"Maybe it's not broken," he says, and I nod, drink my drink.

He asks the bartender for another drink, but the bartender tells him he has had enough. My guess is he had a few to drink before he got here. I am expecting a scene -- a lot of Haggard Mutterers don't like to be cut off -- but he accepts this. He leaves, muttering. It is a fucked-up world, what with broken thumbs, fucking doctors and bartenders who won't serve you another drink.

His thumb was pretty fucked-up.

- james james

Yancey Ward said...

I got a good look at the rising full moon Saturday around 5:00- it wasn't at perigee yet, but on the horizon it looked massive. Later that night around 12:00, I took another look, and I couldn't tell the moon was 14% larger than when at apogee unless I could see them side by side- it did seem brighter than normal.

The supermoon on January 31st will also be a total lunar eclipse (Lunar Saros 124) though you will have to rise early in the morning on January 31st to see any part of it in the continental US since it is only visible near moonset.

Tim said...

In Native American cultures which tracked the calendar by the Moons, December’s Full Moon was known as the Full Cold Moon. It is fittingly associated with the month when the winter cold fastens its grip and the nights become long and dark.
This Full Moon is also called the Long Nights Moon by some Native American tribes because it occurs near the winter solstice—the day with the least amount of daylight
https://www.almanac.com/content/full-moon-december

traditionalguy said...

Wisconsin moons remind me of... Cheese. Georgia moons remind me more of cheese grits, with anduille sausage.

exhelodrvr1 said...

The last time we'll ever see it, thanks to the damn Republicans and their Armageddon-starting tax cut!!

tim in vermont said...

Trump is reversing Clinton on the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument?

The Indonesians paid for that designation fair and square! Shit, now there is another trillion dollars worth of clean coal on the market! Fuck! Next thing you know we will be selling it to Mexico for power to help our balance of trade! Fucking ay, man! Talk about a bad moon rising!

tim in vermont said...

Is it racist that I always thought that Ann Curry was sort of hot?

tim in vermont said...

And Brian Ross is removed from any stories related to Trump. LOL, too bad we can't apply the same rule to certain commenters who ran with his ridiculous report! Actually, no. They are the comic relief here.

MadisonMan said...

I enjoyed the lightning and thunder last night. Far more interesting than the supermoon.

AllenS said...

Rained pretty much all of yesterday, and last night high winds. This morning we still have high winds and snow on the ground in west central WI.

rhhardin said...

It's moon summer. High in the sky. In the summer the moon is low.

rhhardin said...

Lightning is a bother. You have to unscrew the coax on the radio and put it in a bottle outdoors. Lightning is a camel's nose in the tent thing. Keep it outside.

Michael K said...

"The Indonesians paid for that designation fair and square! "

Another Clinton sale that has been cancelled. They are really going to owe big time.

tcrosse said...

So a guy with a broken thumb walks into a bar....

Ray said...

http://dailycaller.com/2017/12/04/clinton-aides-went-unpunished-after-making-false-statements-to-anti-trump-fbi-supervisor/

What’s the difference between Huma and Cheryl Mills lying to the FBI and Michael Flynn?

tim in vermont said...

What’s the difference between Huma and Cheryl Mills lying to the FBI and Michael Flynn?

I assume that's a rhetorical question. The letter after their names doesn't come into it at all whatsoever. But one difference would be that Huma and Cheryl were lying to cover illegal activity, and Flynn wasn't.

tcrosse said...

There's a Moon Out Tonight

Owen said...

James James: great riff, thanks!

Owen said...

Mrs. X: thanks. I am not in that league but I like the spare direct quality of that poem you cite.