Meander Where You May

[knoxharrington]

http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/laser_pointer_aimed_toward?utm_source=onion_rss_daily

[barton]

Ha!

I like the way the article, as well as being hilarious, captures that moment of imagination that I suspect seizes every child (of, ahem, whatever age) with her/his first laser pointer.  You point it at the sky and wonder....


.....until some buzzkiller tells you that the beam attenuates after a couple miles.

[nnyhav]

http://tattuinardoelasaga.wordpress.com/2010/03/01/tattuinardoela-saga-if-star-wars-were-an-icelandic-saga/

sorry if this already was noted in the movies section, I don't go there, sticky floors ...

(note also this is ongoing at http://tattuinardoelasaga.wordpress.com/ ...)

[harrie]

I had no idea it was that kind of movie section.  Will be sure to sport a raincoat in there from now on.

[barton]

Nyhav, LOL at the transition from laser pointer to light saber (ol' Norse style). 

Harrie, I just hope he's referring to the spilled soda and the random flattened milk dud.

[whiskeypriest]

Fuck.  What is there to do but cry like a baby?

http://www.hitfix.com/blogs/2008-12-6-the-beat-goes-on/posts/big-star-s-alex-chilton-dead-of-a-heart-attack-at-59

"I loved you/Well, never mind" remains my favorite rock couplet ever.

[whiskeypriest]

Something to look forward to, if only to see just how the hell they plan to do it:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1401097/

[nnyhav]

Something to look forward to, if only to see just how the hell they plan to do it:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1401097/

how? no doubt some variations on
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0423409/

[nytempsperdu]

I went and stayed prepared to enjoy Shandy and did so but less than I was prepared to, which may be repeated with @S2B but I will certainly not miss it, and herewith proffer many thanks for the alert.

[appaloosabeach]

I repotted sixty blueberry bushes today, one gallon, two gallon, five gallon. Hard work. Tomorrow we do the rasberries and the logan berries. The asparagus and rhubarb were going into the ground when I left. Seventy degrees on the Oregon coast, a good eighty five in the green house. If you love Violas, my mom's favorite flower, you should head to the beach. My hands and fingers are rougher than the bottom of a space shuttle after a moonlight landing. No reason to wear gloves, we need you back tomorrow mornimg. Oh, it's not dirt, mam, it's called soil."

[appaloosabeach]

north, south, east, west, when I look out my windows the only light I see comes from the sky, the sun, the stars, sometimes the moon. I leave my doors unlocked, truck keys always in the ignition. I don't sleep much, maybe three, four hours a night. I wander around outside, in the dark, mostly quiet, coyotes, owls, nighthawks. Nighthawks are my favorite, no, Canadian geese, from two thousand feet overhead, honking the ancient way north, the geese are my favorite, music in the dark, like a Beatles song, you can sing along, all you need is love, they say it's your birthday, hey jude, back in the USSR, the geese sing a slow moving calender, two hours to daylight.

[madupont]

Geese habits must vary according to locale; if you can explain that to me. I've been observing geese down here on the Eastern shore for fourteen years in an area that attracts them to gleaning the fields following the harvests.

They settle in each night and resume flight formation  before journey,swirling for their position in the pecking-order like a distant illusion in the morning sky somewhat like a cloud of gnats seen in the distance but peppering the sky.  You have to stare at them awhile to make out how far away they are and what direction they are taking and maybe you can even determine where they spent the night. I was often surprised on the farm, to open my draperies in the living room in the morning when the sun came over the ridge of "State Hill", to watch it awakening the geese who had spent the night in last season's corn field across the road like some band of gypsies.

First one and then another would extend their long black necks from where it had nested down in the gleanings that attracted them to the field.  They awake one by one like a family quietly bringing themselves to complete consciousness as individuals until they were all done with that meditation and ready  to depart as a group.

The earlier flock in the sky to the South would have departed State Hill, where often in the dark of night if you took that route down from the mountain Gap to the highway crossing with nothing but your headlights for illumination in the forest, your windows slightly open to hear the lovely swish of the wooded atmosphere, you would hear the Canada geese settling down and arguing about it at either some pond hidden among the trees or a glen that had been a clearing for a household that moved away.  Non-farming or rather retired Amish often retreat to these heights in the forest, as if the forest-covering is in their blood; historically, a fact they took to the Ardennes when fleeing Germany.

[weezo]

Of course geese develop different habits in different locations. The food varies, the weather varies, the needs of the geese vary.

BTW, you are aware that the Eastern Shore is the eastern shore of the Chesapeake Bay located in Maryland and Virginia. The Chesapeake Bay used to be a great place for geese until they were over-hunted.

[madupont]

Since it took four hours for my son to drive up through a nor'easter from the Utz's, at the Eastern Shore of Maryland(at the back of which is Dupontiana), at Christmas while I lived in Lawrenceville  just short of two decades ago, I have lived half of the time for the last fourteen years within about a fifteen minute run to the border of Maryland, in case I ever had to go to Rising Sun for some reason, or through Baltimore to Washington,D.C. and Union Station.  (One can also  take a company plane  directly to Reagan airport).

You have answered the question yourself as to why the geese are here; as I said they like the menu.. The site I am describing as Goose Haven is where my erstwhile deceased landlord regularly liked to fly from so he could bs with the other flyers met at Reagan. He had to be warned, on 9/11 by the local authorities who arrived by jeep, not to try that at present, which he was on the verge of doing, beats me how they knew he was senile but I wasn't told he was mentally incompetent until he destroyed every plant I had at the time.

When  my son drove up from the Chesapeake, I believe they were out in the duck-blinds at Utz's before driving to Jersey. The  geese of course  still show up in Delaware. I ran into quite a few of them at Nemours, where they hang out at the pool, just the other side of the bridge from the Soda House at Hagley Powder Mill.

"The food varies, the weather varies, the needs of the geese vary", sounds like you have a wisdom of ornithology,not exactly comparable to my first husband's  who also enjoyed 10 speed bike racing but,then, you had one of those too. Not a bicycle but a first husband. I wonder what they call,  "the amateur study of husbands"?

I vote for "Comparative husbandry".

[weezo]

Since it took four hours for my son to drive up through a nor'easter from the Utz's, at the Eastern Shore of Maryland(at the back of which is Dupontiana), at Christmas while I lived in Lawrenceville  just short of two decades ago, I have lived half of the time for the last fourteen years within about a fifteen minute run to the border of Maryland, in case I ever had to go to Rising Sun for some reason, or through Baltimore to Washington,D.C. and Union Station.  (One can also  take a company plane  directly to Reagan airport).

You have answered the question yourself as to why the geese are here; as I said they like the menu.. The site I am describing as Goose Haven is where my erstwhile deceased landlord regularly liked to fly from so he could bs with the other flyers met at Reagan. He had to be warned, on 9/11 by the local authorities who arrived by jeep, not to try that at present, which he was on the verge of doing, beats me how they knew he was senile but I wasn't told he was mentally incompetent until he destroyed every plant I had at the time.

When  my son drove up from the Chesapeake, I believe they were out in the duck-blinds at Utz's before driving to Jersey. The  geese of course  still show up in Delaware. I ran into quite a few of them at Nemours, where they hang out at the pool, just the other side of the bridge from the Soda House at Hagley Powder Mill.

"The food varies, the weather varies, the needs of the geese vary", sounds like you have a wisdom of ornithology,not exactly comparable to my first husband's  who also enjoyed 10 speed bike racing but,then, you had one of those too. Not a bicycle but a first husband. I wonder what they call,  "the amateur study of husbands"?

I vote for "Comparative husbandry".

Maddie, I dare say that the many women who have had more than 2 husbands would be in a better position to name your study. I will say that the surest way to end up looking for another husband is to constantly compare old to new. Considering that the value of a husband may vary over his life, and depending on who his spouse is and at what time of her life, I'm not sure that it would be anything more than a dilly class for those who want to earn credits and learn nothing of value.