Showing posts with label Election Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Election Day. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

November 6, 2018



Vote early and often. The poll site was crowded at 7:30 am.



$15 win!



Never Say Never Again is not a good movie but there are some good moments.  Klaus Maria Brandauer and Barbara Carrera are excellent. Thunderball was the backdrop for the plot.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

November 7, 2017



Vote early and often !



What the Flock ? Sitting close together, or staging, helps protect against predators.



They give you a sticker for voting.



I really wanted a lollipop, to make up for it I made Bloody Marys.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

November 5, 2017



There is a theory that the Tyrannosaurus Rex actually used its arms for gentle lovemaking with partners.

But one paleontologist from the University of Hawaii says the predator was less of a Casanova and those arms were actually “vicious weapons.”

Albeit tiny, Steven Stanley says “It’s short, strong forelimbs and large claws would have permitted T-Rex, whether mounted on a victim’s back or grasping it with its jaws, to inflict four gashes 3 feet or longer and several centimeters deep within a few seconds,” according to National Geographic.



NYC Marathon, I always watch it.



Two days off next week, time for some museum visits.

Friday, October 30, 2015

October 30, 2015



Halloween and Daylight Savings time "Fall Back." Candy sales are pretty good this year.



Vote early and often.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

November 6, 2012



Vote early and often.



Everyone says it is too close to call. Nate Silver on Election day has it: 90.9% chance for Obama Electoral College Victory and Governor Romney at 9.1%.



Still a bad scene in Queens for getting Gasoline. I am very lucky, I live next to a Gas Station and when it opens, they allow my block in first. No five hour waits. I will be searching for a Gas Can after this crisis passes. I can see where it can be useful.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

November 3, 2009



Election Day. I voted. I always do.



Post-vote lunch at London Lennie's Crab Fest.



Sam Adams on tap. I like the glasses. Will make a
good Christmas gift.



Library trip resulted in three books to read.
This one just came out. Fortune Magazine examined
Ten Maxims.



I lived near the festival during the Summer and attended
the festival. The author's hand-drawn map in the front
is wrong and puts White Lake on the wrong side of 17B.
I E-mailed the author and he said it was a publisher error
and that I was the first to notice.



There used to be a Bear wrestling place on
First Avenue and 10th Street: McLaughlin's
Bear Pit. This author and others I have read take apart
Asbury's Gangs of New York.



Beat the Devil is now on Free Movies on Demand.
Co-written by Truman Capote.

O'Hara: I give you my word, I feel to you like an older brother. Oh, it's not so much a difference of age. It's probably, yes, the reason is, because I come from a culture which is so much older than yours. In my country, a child of 6 years old is older in his heart than you'll be at, at 60.

Billy Dannreuther: It smokes, it drinks, it philosophizes... at this rate I'll be 60 before you get to the point.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

November 1, 2008

A Month of events and holidays.
A period of reflections and
gatherings.



Happy November which starts with All Saints Day.



Día de los Muertos, November 2.



Don't forget to vote.



Veteran's Day.

John McCrae "In Flanders Field":

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.




Thanksgiving.
Wild Turkeys off Route 55,
Bethel, NY.



A gift from Hubble:
a pair of gravitationally interacting galaxies called Arp 147.



Time for a re-read of an
old classic.

From Letter to Vettori:
"On the coming of evening, I return to my house and enter my study; and at the door I take off the day's clothing, covered with mud and dust, and put on garments regal and courtly; and reclothed appropriately, I enter the ancient courts of ancient men, where, received by them with affection, I feed on that food which only is mine and which I was born for, where I am not ashamed to speak with them and to ask them the reason for their actions; and they in their kindness answer me; and for four hours of time I do not feel boredom, I forget every trouble, I do not dread poverty, I am not frightened by death; entirely I give myself over to them."