we’ve been hacked

October 6th, 2008 | Uncategorized

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[I’m re-posting the last post, ‘you do not have to be good’ because some pharmaceutical spammer seems to have lodged a zillion links in it. I was able to delete them, but the comment box is still disabled. So I’m just opening a new post.]

This morning, in the biography of William James that I’ve been making my way through at the pace of about two paragraphs a day for the past year, he described the New England autumnof 1908 as “heartbreaking in its sentimentality.” And indeed, even one hundred years of disastrous human history and climate change later, the foliage is so spectacular, it’s almost maudlin. Here’s the moose yesterday, carrying Mt. Abe on her shoulders.
And here’s a movie I made this afternoon while I was yanking up roots from the garden and flocks of wild geese honked by overhead.
Check out my pal Phranc’s daily variety show on YouTube. If Mister Rogers and Peewee Herman gave birth to a l’il bulldagger, this is what she’d be like.

14 Responses to “we’ve been hacked”

  1. Yes!
    let’s see how long this stays clear.

  2. NLC says:

    Exactly in the shape of
    A letter in the Dutch alphabet
    Lies in the sky
    A band of wild geese.
    — Soin

    reading JAVA then…
    Soin’s “perfect letter of
    the Dutch alphabet”
    — not Soin

  3. Calyx says:

    You’re not reading my colleague Paul Fisher’s recent book “House of Wits: An Intimate Portrait of the James Family,” are you? I gave Paul a copy of “Fun Home” to consider for his Queer Lit syllabus, so that would be symmetrical–you reading him and him reading you.

  4. Calyx, I have House of Wits all cued up here for when I finish William!

    Not a day without a James!

  5. jen in WI says:

    Not sure what it says for my taste in poetry, but I’ve always liked this one (Ogden Nash):

    Kipling’s Vermont

    The summer like a rajah dies,
    And every widowed tree
    Kindles for Congregationalist eyes
    An alien suttee.

  6. Julia says:

    Phranc has a YouTube show? AWESOME!!!! I am now singing “Female Mud Wrestling” to myself in homage.

    What does it say about me that the first poem I thought of was this bit of Kenneth Koch’s “Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams”:

    We laughed at the hollyhocks together
    And then I sprayed them with lye.
    Forgive me.
    I simply do not know what I am doing.

  7. Dr. Empirical says:

    I don’t have anything to say, but I’m posting this as a “Fuck You!” gesture to the spammers.

  8. Aerik says:

    Holy fuck, the hidden links are still there! All of them to oksameridial. Fuck you, oksameridial!!

  9. Jana C.H. says:

    Jen in WI — Ogden Nash is my second-favorite poet! Your taste is wonderful!

    Jana C.H.
    Seattle
    Saith WSG; I dreamt that I had somehow come / To dwell in Topsy-Turveydom!

  10. Ready2Agitate says:

    Oh I am running off to make a newspaper craft and go woo-weeee it’s October! (I was half-specting she was going somewhere to do with cutting up the images of a particular vice presidential candidate… but no, it was so pure! Hoo-ray for Phranc & Pickle!)

  11. Anonymous says:

    today, the geese are definitely “harsh and exciting.”

    my favorite poem to know by heart.

  12. ksbel6 says:

    I’m with Dr. E 🙂 Although October is my favorite month because of the awesome colors.

  13. Mac guy says:

    Please understand that I mean this in the nicest way possible and with respect and best regards to Phranc, but I have to say that the YouTube video linked above is simply TOO SCARY for WORDS!

  14. minnie says:

    Wow! Yours first, Alison — I have never seen so many geese in flight! What a thrill! And those beautiful veggies make me so deliciously hungry.

    Loved Phranc’s show (Oct 1.) and her “flivver”. Not sure if I got the name right; we called ’em “cornstalks” when I was a kid, but I never did learn to make one — until now.

    Antidote for Mac guy: Perhaps rent old “PeeWee’s Playhouse” and “Mr. Rogers’ vids for a warmup? Then, gloves and blunt-tipped scissors — voila — no paper cuts, no inadvertent thigh stabs. You get a wondrous flappy thing, and a lovely craft idea to pull out from what’s under your tiara when those little nephews and grandkids get restless at Thanksgiving. Have them all make one! Rehearse a Majorette show for the old folks!

    Spot-on, whom Alison suggested as Phranc’s hypothetical progenitors.

    I loved the pink glow of trees in Alison’s “geese” movie, but that’s where it gets too scary for words to me: the glow means winter will come! Cold! Shut all the windows! And I just hate to wash my face when it’s nippy.
    I lied. I did have words.