More collective amazement
We interrupt our collective amazement that we are all still here with a bit of celestial trivia, complements of our Pipe Spring correspondent, the beautiful and industrious celestial researcher, Hannah Cantine:
On Wednesday of this week, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.
That won't ever happen again.
Might be worth staying up to go out on your front porch with a glass of champagne. And we have lived to see it! Hooray! If I do, I'll think of you!
On Wednesday of this week, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.
That won't ever happen again.
Might be worth staying up to go out on your front porch with a glass of champagne. And we have lived to see it! Hooray! If I do, I'll think of you!
posted by Christopher Newton at 3:28 PM
4 Comments:
Hey, I can't take credit for that- it was just a forward that I received from a friend that I thought was cool.
But if you miss it, and you want to celebrate, why not head on over to Europe- don't they write the date backwards from us? In which case, you could catch it again on the 4th of May!
Oops. I sense getting caught in the history of the pigsty. Maybe I'll just wax poetic for a while.
"Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears.
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand,
I got all the love, honey baby,
You can stand."
OK, I stole the poetics. So shoot me. I'll do it again...
All I can say is that I wish I could write words like that. They mean so much and yet stay ambiguous enought to touch everyone.
For Hannah (no doubt, your daughter since my Hannah is only 13 and doesn't comment on blogs):
In the Julian calendar, I think it's like 1955, in which case I wasn't even a glimer in my dad's eye (well, not yet) and your dad, God willing, wasn't even thinking about having a glimmer yet.
Where am I going with this? Probably nowhere. I'm still thinking about the mortality I realized from what you expressed in the previous post. I just sometimes feel like rambling and the pigsty seems like the place to do it
Ok I'm not always original, but sometimes someone else's words can't be bettered:
"Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must.
You do what you must do and ya do it well,
I'll do it for you, honey baby,
Can't you tell?"
I like coming here because people say what they mean. Sometimes ambiguously, but so what?
Kirstie thanked God a few days back for goofy people. I thank him that we can be goofy, or sad or happy or whatever he created us to feel.
Good night.
There's nothing better than coming down to the Pigsty in the morning to find my pal has left a poem in the typewriter overnight. Especially if it's by Bob Dylan. But, anything from Leo is usually apropos - in a roundabout errant sort of way.
Maybe I should change the name of this blog to "Pondering Pig's Pad".
Pull up some mattress, load up your pipe - stay awhile. You're welcome here.
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