This song came up on the random shuffle, in my car, a week ago. I’ve been hitting the replay button ever since.
Love, love, love this part, especially.
I gotta sister on Wadmalaw
she floats all day in the Ledenwah
one day she left the chickens in charge
and floated off to Heaven on a party barge
Losing David Bowie and Alan Rickman in the same week is unacceptable.
He was in a whole load of wonderful movies. One of my favorite, and I think less well known, is Blow Dry. It’s perfectly lovely.
Rickman, who has died at the age of 69, was irresistible even at his most acid, and leaves behind an astonishing legacy of indelible performances
Source: Alan Rickman: an actor of singular charm and hypnotic charisma | Film | The Guardian
I try to keep the lid on my working file box, because if I turn my back on it for two seconds, this happens.
He’s the opposite of helpful.
It was about 5F at 5:30 this morning, when I left for work. There wasn’t much frost on my car windows, but what there was was stuck on with super glue. It took me almost 20 minutes to get everything scraped. And then, even though I’d started the car and had the heater cranked all the way up, there was still frost on the inside of my windshield.
Ick.
And then the sun came up and everything was forgiven. What a gorgeous sky!
I can’t blame him. I’d be napping in the sun, too, if I could fit in that box.
An infinitely changeable songwriter, Mr. Bowie taught generations of musicians about the power of drama, images and personas.
Source: David Bowie Dies at 69; He Transcended Music, Art and Fashion – The New York Times
I can’t believe he’s gone. A gif of the many faces of David Bowie started making the rounds of Facebook a few days ago. The first time I saw it, I wondered what a world without any new Bowie music would be like. We’re going to find out, I guess.
I looked at my stats for my iPod. The most played Bowie song, by a large margin, is Life on Mars?.
Fuck cancer.
Just a hint of pink. Nothing to to see in the west except grey, so we’ll make do with what we get.
Rain for days, and then this. O gross.
Louis Charles Couvrette m. Marie Philomène Chauvin
Family Tree from Ancestry.com
I came across the tree from Ancestry a few days back, while looking for information on some folks in my own tree. It can be entertaining to look at what other people have done, and you never know when you might find a source you didn’t discover on your own. But this tree? It is made of NOPE. The person who made it took a census record for a family with a similar name, added the kids from that record to their family, and made frankenfamilysoup. Seriously, does the name Walter seem likely? Marjorie? And no, Louis Charles did not have a second marriage, nor did he have phantom children named Ernstine and and Albertine. Total fantasy.
I think I’ve got a pretty good handle on the family now, based on scans of marriage, baptismal, and burial records, supplemented with a pretty robust run of census records for the US, Canada, and even state censuses from Minnesota. Everyone I’ve added left a paper trail behind. And it’s a paper trail that cross-checks itself. Marriage records list both parties’ parents’ names. Baptismal and burial records list both of the children’s parents names. The kids are in the census (unless they died), living with both parents. The parents are found in the Canadian census living with their parents, backing up the marriage record. I can track the family’s migration from Quebec to Minnesota, and I can even pin down their immigration date to between 1881 and 1885, thanks to census records.
I think I’ve got a pretty solid case. I don’t know what the person who made that tree was smoking, though. So be careful with what you take from public family trees. You could get lucky, but you could get led far astray, too.
This is the look you’re given when you ask Frances if she wants you to throw the ball.
red paper boat 