Ships and their lawlessness running wild
In the midst of life, we are in laundry. I feel like Boober Fraggle. Have some links.
1. Thanks to
spatch, I have just heard for the very first time the commentary of Lieutenant-Commander Thomas Woodrooffe on the Coronation Fleet Review of 1937, otherwise and perhaps better known as "The fleet's lit up!" It deserves its legend.
2. I appreciate
rushthatspeaks thinking of me when he sees an article entitled "'My God, I'm in a whale's mouth'."
3. I have no idea if Lackadaisy will ever complete its run as a comic, but I will always thank it for giving me Mordecai Heller, cat-shaped or no.
I walked into Mamaleh's this afternoon for the first time in more than a year. The silver-haired owner whom I had met the very first time in 2016 recognized me even with a mask and, when he heard what I had been sent to order, made me a pair of small chocolate egg creams off-menu to carry home to my displaced and deprived New Yorker parents. Getting the pickle wrapped up in the wax paper of his sandwich still delights my father. Human connections are cool.
Trip books are customary gifts in my family, but now I have a trip CD of No-No Boy's 1975 (2021), which got my attention directly on hearing "The Best God Damn Band in Wyoming." In practice, what this means is that I will rip the CD to Bertie Owen and take the music electronically with me this weekend when, fingers crossed, please leave sacrifices to Hermes at the door, I get on the Amtrak Regional for the first time since the fall of 2019. I never had a Walkman and I can't use headphones or earbuds and Bertie's speakers are, technically speaking, janky. But I prefer physical media when I can get it all the same and the liner notes are worth the paper. Julian Saporiti can write. "These archives and photographs and movies and stories, all at once. I was seeing projections on the walls, on their faces, all these ghosts just smashing together. My family. Everything at the same time."
1. Thanks to
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2. I appreciate
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3. I have no idea if Lackadaisy will ever complete its run as a comic, but I will always thank it for giving me Mordecai Heller, cat-shaped or no.
I walked into Mamaleh's this afternoon for the first time in more than a year. The silver-haired owner whom I had met the very first time in 2016 recognized me even with a mask and, when he heard what I had been sent to order, made me a pair of small chocolate egg creams off-menu to carry home to my displaced and deprived New Yorker parents. Getting the pickle wrapped up in the wax paper of his sandwich still delights my father. Human connections are cool.
Trip books are customary gifts in my family, but now I have a trip CD of No-No Boy's 1975 (2021), which got my attention directly on hearing "The Best God Damn Band in Wyoming." In practice, what this means is that I will rip the CD to Bertie Owen and take the music electronically with me this weekend when, fingers crossed, please leave sacrifices to Hermes at the door, I get on the Amtrak Regional for the first time since the fall of 2019. I never had a Walkman and I can't use headphones or earbuds and Bertie's speakers are, technically speaking, janky. But I prefer physical media when I can get it all the same and the liner notes are worth the paper. Julian Saporiti can write. "These archives and photographs and movies and stories, all at once. I was seeing projections on the walls, on their faces, all these ghosts just smashing together. My family. Everything at the same time."
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Human connections are cool. Absolutely. Absolutely.
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Yes! And the sympathy for the whale, which did not start its day intending to almost choke on a dude.
Absolutely. Absolutely.
I'm holding on to them.
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I would extremely watch a maritime John Waters movie.
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+1. I actually discovered Mordecai in human form, and then plunged into the cat-world of the comic to find out where he came from. (And then wrote fic for him.)
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(Rabbi Danya Ruttenberg on Twitter said, "God was like, I SAID, NINEVEH.")
Our house is... our house is... well, it's a goddamn enchanted box forest and I can't wait for you to see it. I can't wait. We have lox and presents and maybe a place for you to sleep? KEYN AYIN-HORA.
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I did like that the official, cetological read on the situation was "This young humpback is hanging out, it really hasn't learned how to feed properly and doing stupid things . . ."
(Rabbi Danya Ruttenberg on Twitter said, "God was like, I SAID, NINEVEH.")
I'm so glad.
Our house is... our house is... well, it's a goddamn enchanted box forest and I can't wait for you to see it. I can't wait. We have lox and presents and maybe a place for you to sleep? KEYN AYIN-HORA.
I'm not jinxing it until I step off the platform at Union Station, but on the theoretical level, I am looking forward deeply.
*hugs*
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Awwwww, how sweet.
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It was honestly one of the nicest gestures I had encountered in the wild in ages, totally unexpected, and I feel like I should send the restaurant a card or something, because my parents did appreciate them.
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Your link seems damaged, but I extracted the photograph and it is arresting. Is it from this article?
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It hadn't occurred to me until I read the article that the whale would have been as freaked out as the guy.
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Thank you!
It hadn't occurred to me until I read the article that the whale would have been as freaked out as the guy.
I could see how if you were used to sand eels and krill, a lobster fisher would definitely exceed operating parameters.
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How absolutely sweet of Mamaleh's.
May the gods of thresholds grant you a safe journey.
Nine
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Majestic!
I believe it was Cricket which had the whaling urban legend of the man swallowed by the sperm whale and cut out the next day by his comrades, but I'm pretty sure the story is just that. It makes me happy that this one seems to be (a) true (b) survivable.
How absolutely sweet of Mamaleh's.
I bet I should at least e-mail them. I mean the owner made the egg creams himself.
May the gods of thresholds grant you a safe journey.
Thank you. I want all parts of one.
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They are a wonderful restaurant. People included.
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I read a transcript of this years ago, but it didn’t compare with actually hearing it. In fairness to the Lt-Commander, he probably gave listeners a better sense of the experience of being there than a more reserved commenter would have done.
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"There's nothing between us and heaven! There's nothing at all!"
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Thank you! I am highly nervous about eight hours in a confined space with strangers, but I like the people at the other end. And the salt marsh in between.
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Nine
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I'm delighted.