I ain’t afraid of you.
Note the presence of my regular nerd glasses underneath my eclipse glasses. The reasons for that are somewhat complicated; just move along.
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My friends are talking about the Greek classics.
I know there’s a pun to be found here somewhere, but so far Odyssey it.
Oh, c’mon. This joke was a Homer run.
I’m probably being a mother hen.
I do that a lot. I’m pretty sure it’s gotten worse after I hit 50.
But PLEASE do not look at the eclipse at ALL Monday without eclipse glasses. You really can go blind like that.
An earthquake and an eclipse within four days of each other?
I hope Demi Moore’s unborn child is okay.
(IYKYK.)
(And I feel so hollow about it.)
My brain: concentrate on the task in front of you.
Also my brain:
My horse-fake brings all of Troy to the yard.
That’s right — its belly holds swords!
That’s right — its belly holds swords!
Gonna teach them — with a Graecian charge!
Le Cheval de Troie, Henri-Paul Motte, 1874
Throwback Thursday: “Enemy Mine” (1985)!
Louis Gossett Jr. passed away last week at the age of 87. While everyone else is remembering him for “An Officer and A Gentleman” (1982), we 80’s sci-fi kids are remembering him for 1985’s “Enemy Mine.”
I am linking here to Vintage Movie Trailers on Youtube, by the way.
Guys, I have absolutely not joined a modern dance troupe.
That post on Monday about joining the “Apollo Fridays” dance company was absolutely an April Fool’s Day joke. If the anagram didn’t clue you in, then the villain names from FOX’s “24” probably should have (even if it’s fun to imagine Nina Meyers, Victor Drazen and Stephen Saunders conspiring to produce a national modern dance tour).
I really hope no offense was take by any of the people who believed me? The wife of one of my college buddies wanted to support me by attending a show in Washington. And another college friend actually is a modern dancer who really wanted to encourage me. You guys are all so cool, your support for my faux accomplishment actually was touching!
*THIS GILDED AGE.*
Throwback Thursday: this 80’s kid-cave.
This picture inspires pure nostalgia for 1980’s rural suburbia. I swear there is something so cool about the wood paneling and thick carpet.
Note the game console. I still remember talking with rapt interest with other kids about which Atari cartridges their family had.
“Like White Plumeria Petal,” by Eric Robert Nolan
Your face will occasion the spaces
wherever I delay – prosaic places:
the sofa, the hall, the breakfast table
when slow new sun ascends in palette
of light against dark, you are with me,
observing the glowing morning,
sipping and smiling over coffee.
You, My Love, are always near,
for you are ever in reverie here.
Your arrival surprises me
at market among the rows
of pears and bright strawberries,
crates of crimson radiance,
and the hard and fragrant weights of apples,
their round and reddening-ember
emblems of autumn in bins.
You offer to buy some for me.
The curve of your hand falls over one
like white plumeria petal.
Unpredicted you appear,
For you are ever in reverie here.
When I pause at the park’s entrance,
piqued by inscrutable sculpture there,
you are on my arm again,
curious also at its
strange silver spades and towering contour,
the upward angled language of it,
its high iron hieroglyph.
You draw me close and joke
of Freud in girlish murmurs, your
quickened persistence of whimsy.
Your drollery will still adhere
For you are ever in reverie here.
Ever lovely, ever dear,
are ruminations I revere;
senses of you persevere,
for you are ever in reverie here.
© Eric Robert Nolan 2024
Photo credit: Ashley Campbell, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
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