It's MLK Day, a day-off "holiday" for government employees. Pretty much everyone else goes to work. Note that it's only on government forms these days that they wanna ask into your "race;" most everybody else, from your employer to the grocery store to the idiot who just cut you off on the freeway, care way more about your ability and character than the color of your skin or who your ancestors were. I'm sure there's a lesson there.
Interesting discussion at Roseholme Cottage this morning about best non-sand-barrel spots to unload/reload a handgun, ending in marked agreement at a solid (masonry) wall with grass or dirt in front of it.
Jules Verne -- didja know it's darned hard to find a non-mangled English translation of most of his work? 19th-century translators tended to reslant the politics and dumb 'em down as adventure novels for kids, dropping big chunks of text, even from hist best-known books. I'm reading a biography of Verne, who was about as quirky as the SF writers who would soon be following in his footprints. (I've not yet read Robur The Conquerer or Master Of The World, which involve fascinatingly steampunk contrivances. They were the inspirations for a Vincent Price movie; fragments viewed in passing suggest rather less cheese than typical AIP fare.)
(Just heard the President say, in a newscast playback, "I'm familiar with the literature about Presidential overreach in second terms..." Yes, and he's writing a whole new chapter on the subject already! Gosh, talk about hitting the ground running. I guffawed.)
INDIANAPOLIS HAMFEST, 2015
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