pluto, we barely knew ye
it’s very sad. the international astronomical union (the club with the coolest name ever) decided today to demote fair pluto from regular planet status to dwarf planet - immediately rendering millions of fourth grade science projects defective. they said it didn’t dominate it’s orbit and it’s just not quite big enough or cool enough to be part of the planetary nonet anymore. apparently, if pluto is a planet, so are dozens of other giant, unimpressively named astronomical bodies, and there simply aren’t enough chairs in the lounge for all those new club members. so, i salute you, pluto. you were a good planet. i liked saying your name, and please don’t let being a dwarf make you any less proud of who you are.
on tuesday nights at Libbie’s in downtown Milwaukie, Oregon, you will find a kitchy restaurant full of elderly folk, an unhealthy assortment of mayonnaise-based salads and a generous helping of darn good dixieland jazz played by a group of happy, humble and talented gents.
a strangely engagement
a man wakes up from a fitful sleep and notices that his arms are wrapped around a large vase with a gold crackle finish and a lingering smell of copper pennies. although a rational man, usually in full command of all his faculties, sure as wednesday follows tuesday, he speaks into the empty air of his bedroom, saying ‘i don’t remember dancing with this vase’.
romanesco - it’s fractals!
it’s the weather what keeps me away
it’s not that i have nothing to say. i do, really. but i have been experiencing some pretty serious computer aversion of late. it’s summertime, of course, and portland has offered up a fairly convincing case for not remaining indoors for too long. we had a heat wave, severe enough that the air conditioning was stuck on high for days at a time. but even then, the ocean offers some reprieve in the evening hours, allowing restful sleep. now, we have managed to send all of that triple digit heat back east, sorry minnesota, but you are better equipped by blood, no? currently, we’ve been topping out somewhere around 80 during the day, with cool breezes and fantastically crisp evenings. and under those circumstances, enduring the bluish glow of a screen for too long really does feel like a crime. and so, i am off to drink my fruity cocktail in the back yard. aloha, sailors. aloha.