When Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side of the Moon was released, in 1973, I was five years old. I saw the cover for a cassette tape of the album in a store, grabbed it, and wouldn’t let go. Apparently, I’ve always liked triangles.
My parents had to pay for the tape, just to get us out of there. My father tried to turn this into a little life lesson for me (“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” or some such crap). When we got home, we played it, and everyone involved had to admit that picking music based on cover art does, sometimes, actually work.
At 53, I’m old enough to have needed a typewriter to write papers, as an undergraduate, back when I was still living with my mother in Little Rock, Arkansas (USA), and attending the University of Arkansas at Little Rock, or UALR. Majoring in history, I wrote many. When I did this, I had a certain ritual about the activity, one that fell from use once I made the much-appreciated transition to using computers, instead.
First, I had to have the typewriter in the center of the living room, oriented at a 45 degree diagonal to the walls. Next, I had to be wearing a bedsheet, wrapped around one shoulder, toga-style. No other clothes were permitted. Finally, I had to have my vinyl version of Mozart’s Requiem playing, over and over, from the time I started the paper until it was completed. This would generally happen early in the morning, on the day the paper was due, procrastination being one of my defining characteristics at that age.
I’m glad I don’t have to write papers anymore, and that the typewriter era is over.
This is real, and our car is one of the ones being recalled. We have a phone call in to the nearest Hyundai dealership, and are waiting for a phone call with instructions from them. They’ll fix this potentially dangerous problem involving brake lights for free. All you need to do is adjust the Google search terms to match your Hyundai car, and then add information about your location, so that the search engine can return the specifics you need to find the Hyundai dealership nearest you, in order to keep your family safe.
We’re in a global pandemic, without competent national leadership, and American society is tearing itself apart. However, at least you get to see this cute picture my wife took of Hexagon the Cat hiding in a blanket, right?
I’m spending this odd, COVID-19-dominated Holy Saturday inside, watching Jesus Christ Superstar. This was actually one of my primary information-sources regarding Christianity before it occurred to me to read the New Testament for myself, in my early twenties. If you’d like to watch it with me, here’s a link to the 1973 film-version, as a YouTube playlist.
I wonder how many of the other 6,202 people who voted for Bill Weld in the Arkansas Republican primary were doing so simply because they’re allergic to Trump and Trumpism? That reason was good enough for me to proudly say “Republican” when asked which ballot I wanted, even though I more often vote for Democrats in recent years. I don’t pass up a chance to vote against Trump, as directly as possible.
If anyone ever tries to tell me that one vote makes no difference, I’ll refer them to this statistic, along with my previous such vote in 2016. I know exactly how much difference my vote makes.
So I just found out that, on Amazon, if you search for “robertlovespi,” you’ll find an enlarged image of a meme I made, and blogged, sold as a laminated poster. If you choose to buy it, that’s fine with me, but I won’t get any of the money, for this poster-project was not my idea. Here’s a screenshot of the item listing. Someone took my blog’s Copyright-Free Notice, and ran with it!