Straight Dope on how modern Thanksgiving was invented.
Thanksgiving as we know it today–at least on the scale we know it–is largely the creation of Mrs. Sarah Josepha Hale, editor of Godey’s Lady’s Book, one of the first women’s magazines. Mrs. Hale spent 36 years browbeating public officials high and low before finally getting Thanksgiving declared a national holiday in 1863.
Newton comes a-runnin’ for the fresh, delicious taste of pre-processed chicken-parts.
Coded like a man possessed today. The day went by like the dickens as a result.
My headlight went very dim on the bike home tonight… I wonder if there’s an energy-efficient way to charge my light batteries via the pedal power used while cycling? Would an alternator work effectively? I’ve got the batteries recharging in the bay as I type this.
Oh, that my brother had an Amazon wish list. It’d make shopping for him so much simpler.
Kellie-Bellie, you might want to try what I did…Free Chex mix
Good Morning, Dear Journal!
Random doodle picture from Yesterday’s trip home. I was tired. I don’t know what it means.
Dreamt last night that I was fighting some guy in a mock up of an arena, surrounded by onlookers. He was vaguely defined.. I knew that he was a bad guy, though… and needed a good trouncing. I was wearing my Superman boxer shorts, white T-shirt and brown socks…My Sweetie was in the audience holding the Kitties, and somehow I knew that Superman himself was out there, too. I don’t remember who won or lost, but I didn’t get any superpowers or anything and the fight was bare knuckles… the framing element is all that I recall. I *really* have no idea why I was wearing brown socks.
Interesting coincidence? Not really irony. Dork Tower on Web Logging
Illuminated manuscripts (miniatures) from the 12th to 16th centuries
Reflecting on my sweetheart and henna tattoos. I’m smiling… got good reviews on Treasure Planet.. Kev went to see it last weekend, and was quite impressed. I’ll probably go catch it over holiday weekend sometime. I also want to hit IMAX to see the Ancient Egypt Documentary…(Speaking of Which…Ark of the Covenant: in Ethiopia? )
The Martian and the Moron.… from here. People I deal with frequently fall into one of the three categories of Martian, Moron, and Devil Puppeteer.
It looks like my brother and I will be going to mom’s for thanksgiving, but I’m not planning to stay for very long. Just long enough to be sociable, and then head on homeski.
Newt was a sweetie-boy this morning… he woke me up at sunrise as normal, but instead of wanting to run around and play, we had more muted “attack the hand hiding under the blanket, and run when it fights back” sort of morning. He woke me with a nose in my right tear duct this morning rather than his patty-pats. Just in a cuddly mood. Nothing wrong with that.
