Well, it ain't because I'm an early riser—I didn't go to sleep last night
Okay, I feel like hell, so here are three things that have improved my evening.
1. A rare photograph of J. Robert Oppenheimer (plus other people) in color. Oppie's the one on the left with the good eyebrows:
2. Odetta singing "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right." I've heard eight or nine versions of this song over the years—I grew up on Joan Baez's—and while most of them at least play with the idea that the narrator is trying to convince themselves as much as their ex-object of desire, Odetta's is sauntering, breezy, and genuinely could not care less. We never did too much talking anyway, so don't think twice—it's all right.
3. The way this post (courtesy of![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
moon_custafer) provides a great deal of scientific information about the toxins and mechanics of the cone snail while also devolving/ascending into a paean to its apocalyptic glories.
In conclusion, Autolycus thinks it is time for bed and I should probably agree with him.
1. A rare photograph of J. Robert Oppenheimer (plus other people) in color. Oppie's the one on the left with the good eyebrows:
2. Odetta singing "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right." I've heard eight or nine versions of this song over the years—I grew up on Joan Baez's—and while most of them at least play with the idea that the narrator is trying to convince themselves as much as their ex-object of desire, Odetta's is sauntering, breezy, and genuinely could not care less. We never did too much talking anyway, so don't think twice—it's all right.
3. The way this post (courtesy of
moon_custafer) provides a great deal of scientific information about the toxins and mechanics of the cone snail while also devolving/ascending into a paean to its apocalyptic glories.In conclusion, Autolycus thinks it is time for bed and I should probably agree with him.
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My first exposure to "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right" was Peter, Paul and Mary, whose version was so gentle that you couldn't even get any sarcasm or bitterness. Later I heard Bob Dylan's and thought "Oh... now the song makes more sense." I really like this Odetta version.
while also devolving/ascending... --I laughed. By the end I was envious. Why am I not the triumphant hegemon of the molecular arms race, true born heir to the scythe of death itself?
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Hee. In this case I think they just indicate that the light in the room was low. He had quite solid lime-green eyes a moment ago when he was sitting in full-on afternoon light. (Now they are closed because he leaped on my lap for napping.)
I really like this Odetta version.
It is edging its way toward being my favorite. I don't think I've ever heard Peter, Paul, and Mary's, actually.
Why am I not the triumphant hegemon of the molecular arms race, true born heir to the scythe of death itself?
A question we should all be asking ourselves!