Showing posts with label NYC Marathon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NYC Marathon. Show all posts

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.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

November 7, 2010



Nice having an extra hour.



Zenyatta finally loses one, still came from behind like a champion.



Marathon Sunday, will watch the ending.
**Gebre Gebremariam 2:08.14, averaging under five minutes a mile.
Edna Kiplagat 2:28.20, averaging a little over five and ½ minutes a mile. ** Wow, how do they do it ?



The Good, The Bad and The Ugly was On Demand, Three hours and I have the DVD, but always worth the visit. "Music ..very good for the digestion." "More feeling."

Mario Brega as Cpl Wallace, the fat one :

Tuco: I like big fat men like you. When they fall they make more noise. And sometimes they don't get up.

Veteran's Day is coming up:
Ennio Morricone: The Story Of A Soldier Lyrics

Bugles are calling
from prairie to shore,
"Sign up" and "Fall in"
and march off to war.
Drums beating loudly,
Hearts beating proudly
Match Blue and Grey
And smile as you say Goodbye.
Smoke hides the valleys
And fire paints the plains.
Loud roar the cannons
'Til ruin remains:
Blue grass and cotton
Burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone
So soldier march on to die.
There in the distance
A flag I can see,
Scorched and in ribbons
But whose can it be;
How ends the story,
Whose is the glory,
Ask if we dare
Our comrades out there who sleep.



R.I.P. Jill Clayburgh.



Cum Sancto Spiritu.