Good morning and welcome to
the Wannaskan Almanac for Friday, the 12th of January.
I hope you didn’t miss it.
This morning Saturn and Mars are right above the southeast horizon an hour
before sunrise. The waning crescent moon is just above. You’ve got a couple of
more mornings to catch this. http://earthsky.org/tonight/mercurysaturn-conjunction-coming-soon
It’s the birthday, in 1588,
of John Winthrop. John was the son of well-to-do Puritans. By the late 1620s,
King Charles was making life uncomfortable for Puritans in England, so John
decided to join the Massachusetts Bay Colony and emigrate to the new world
where he could have religious freedom. In 1630, he and his 700 fellow colonists arrived at
the heavily forested peninsula that was to become Boston. Winthrop was
appointed the colony's second governor. He believed the settlers had to act as a unit to survive
in the new world, but all was not harmonious. His chief rival was Thomas Dudley
who lived in Cambridge. Dudley wanted the colonial capital to be in Cambridge. Winthrop insisted
on Boston where his house was
located. Winthrop once told Dudley the woodwork in his house was too fancy. The
two reconciled later when their children married.
Winthrop is famous for calling the new
colony “A city upon a hill,” an expression used by later presidents to
highlight America’s unique place in the world. Winthrop himself was an authoritarian. He called democracy "the meanest and worst of all forms of government.”
Historians note that he was “a significant founding father of America's best
and worst impulses.”
It’s also the birthday, in
1628, of Charles Perrault, father of the fairy tale. Perrault held various
positions at the court of Louis XIV. When Perrault’s patron at court died,
Perrault lost his position and turned to writing fairy tales to keep
busy and entertain his children. He based his tales on old French folk stories.
The brothers Grimm adapted his stories in their collection, and some of the
stories have been adapted to opera and ballet. Perrault is still in print.
It’s the birthday of the
Japanese novelist Haruki Murakami in 1949. He ran a coffee house and jazz club for several
years until at the age of 29, while attending a professional baseball game, he saw the batter hit a double and suddenly realized he could write a
novel. He has since written dozens of books and has been translated into almost
50 languages. His greatest influences are the Western writers, from the classics to
Chandler and Vonnegut. His writing is frequently surrealistic and fatalistic, exploring
"recurrent themes of alienation and loneliness.” His books became so
popular in Japan he often found himself mobbed on the street. He settled in the U.S.
for several years, but is now back in Tokyo. Quote: “When you read a
good story, you just keep reading. When I write a good story, I just keep
writing.”
On this day
in 1773 the oldest public museum in the country was organized in Charleston
S.C. The Charleston Museum did interrupt operations during the Civil War, so it
can’t claim to be the oldest in continuous
operation. That would be The Pilgrim Hall Museum in Plymouth, Mass (1824).
Gotcha, S.C.
In 1816 on
this day, France officially excluded Napoleon from the country forever.
Napoleon had been sent to St. Helena Island in the South Atlanta the previous
year and was not likely to return. The
French nobility had just returned to power in France and wanted no part with
Napoleon, though he remained a hero to many ordinary Frenchmen. He had been
sent originally to the island of Elba in the Mediterranean, but escaped from
there, raised an army and met the British and Prussians at Waterloo. Napoleon lived
a further six years in uncomfortable circumstances on St. Helena’s until his
death at age 51.
On this day
in 1906, the Dow Jones closed above 100 for the first time. Yes, that’s one,
zero, zero.
In 1912,
the mercury plunged to -47 in Washta, Iowa, still the state record.
In 1913 Joe
Dzhugashvili changed his name to Stalin (man of steel).
He eliminated letters like he did his rivals.
On this day
in 1943, Frankfurters changed their names to “Victory Sausages” to do their
part in the war effort. They went well with Freedom Fries.
Today’s
poem is a series of unrelated Tweets from @jmcdonnell123
·
The market’s dinged for focusing on youth. But watch the
ads on the nightly news: the young do not need walk-in tubs or liver spot
creams.
·
The Wind Chill Index is a travesty, which endures by giving
the weatherman more hot air time.
·
Downsize the self. Let thy humility pop.
·
Said the dog to the star: “Are you Sirius?”
·
As the sun makes its annual trek around our house, it
lights up crannies not dusted since last year.
·
Our fears are embodied in those porous shields, the army
and the cops.
·
Jesus chided us for our hard hearts. We need a softening
agent that works more quickly than erosion.
·
Persistence
is the wrecking ball banging, banging against my soul's slums.
Today is
the best day to cut hair to slow growth, castrate farm animals, quit smoking,
potty train, perform demolition, start a diet, or advertise to sell or buy a
car, according to “The Farmers’ Almanac.”
Chairman Joe
Chairman Joe
Hmmm, lots to do today!
ReplyDeleteLove the Tweets! Especially numbers Three and Four. Four has given me inspiration for my next Daily.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your comment on my post today and wrote a reply, but noticed I had a typo.
ReplyDeleteThe only way to edit a comment is to delete the comment and start over.
In the process I also deleted your comment. Yikes!
You can redo your comment and say something mean this time.
Sorry.
Like I'd leave a mean comment, you @#$%^&*(! I would no more leave a +_)(*&^%$#@! intentional comment, especially to you than I would, intentionally, to my own mother should she still be living somewhere under an assumed name. As 2018 unfolds before us, here in Palmville, I have no intention to unintentionally send mean-spirited comments I don't intentionally intend to send to anyone, as it's been pointed out--intentionally--that I've intentionally sent, said mean comments to you in the past, when, on my part, it was unintentional, but you took it as intentional--so obviously, I've failed in my attempt in humor writing or, succeeded, fooling even myself that my intentions to sound unintentional were, in reality, intentional, when they weren't actually.
As I intentionally commented earlier, before it was unintentionally deleted by 'you' it appears, it was something to the tune of that your U.T. collection reminded me of a column occasionally submitted to THE RAVEN: Northwest Minnesota's Original Art, History & Humor Journal, of what the writer called SQUIBS. Good job.
If you accustom yourself to speaking well of others, you are always in a paradise. -Rumi
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