A couple of weeks ago I took this political policy matching survey:
with these results:
It's official -- I'm slightly to the left of Bob Crane.*
Mind you, I've always been a Marxist. That is, a Groucho Marxist: one who would not join any Party that would have me as a member. As such I've always registered as a small "i" independent and voted in every election for which I qualified.
My sister Kimberly insists that I was the only student in our middle school -- 6th, 7th, & 8th grades -- in 1972 who in the mock elections [tallied by the real voting booths delivered by the Elections Department to our school on the Monday before the official election] voted for McGovern.
This is a canard. Out of hundreds of students, approximately two dozen students voted for McGovern. I voted against Nixon.
Anyway, I invite you to take the survey and post links to your results here. I showed you mine.
*[Crane's co-star who played his TV character's daughter's boyfriend on the 1975 The Bob Crane Show once commented that the only subject on which he and Crane could agree was that the Russian Revolution was a Communist plot.]
Still riding a high from the Festival and contemplating a few people I met who I neglected to mention in my last entry, reminds me I should tip a hat:
Michael Underwood -- with whom I discussed poet Dylan Thomas because for me Mike's surname evoked Thomas' Under Milk Wood, which was a new one on Mr. Underwood whose experience with fen associated the name with Tolkien. Please buy Mike's Geekomancy.
RJ Tolson -- This young man has a résumé that a person twice his age would envy: philanthropist, writer, composer-musician, athlete, model. Despite this, RJ appears affable and without presumption in person.
Chuck Gannon -- I didn't interact much with this Baen author, who seemed always to being headed hither while I was going yon.
George Peabody -- merchant-philanthropist, patron of the Peabody Institute, outside of which the SFFWA pavilion was located, in Mt. Vernon Park:
George seemed highly intent on watching over our SFFWA doings.
Lois McMaster Bujold surprised me on Tuesday by posting at Baen's Bar that she was flying in from Minnesota to attend the Baltimore Book Festival this past weekend.
I called my family members to whom I had addicted introduced her books. The short notice produced wails as agonized realization ensued that they had counter-scheduled. Oh, well. :>)
While scanning the list of program participants I noted the name of friend and livejournalist L.Jagi Lamplighter arhyalon but hadn't seen any advanced notice on her LiveJournal, so I posted a comment to her most recent post. Several others flagged my attention: Catherine Asaro, Laura Anne Gilman, Danielle Ackley-McPhail, Jeri Smith-Ready, Bud Sparhawk, and Azar Nafisi. ( Panda-ering to readers...Collapse )
Today marks the 21st anniversary of my daughter Kayleigh's birth.
I've never held her, touched her, hugged her, dyed Easter eggs with her, helped with her homework, played catch with her, read bedtime stories to her, kissed her goodnight, or watched over her as she slept, as I did my stepchildren Lisa and Aaron, my son Matthew, or my many nephews, nieces, and young cousins.
Kayleigh, conceived and born in Delaware, was parentally kidnaped -- that's the Federal legal term when one parent causes unilateral removal of a child from her "Home State", another legal term that refers to the State -- again under Federal and all 50 States' law -- when a child is under 6-months-old at the start of a legal action.
Several years ago, when on his AOL Community forum, Michael Francis Flynn m_francis asked his ever-bickering faithful fans if they would care to assist him in a story he was writing. ( Secret Mission exposed...Collapse )
On Thursday my 8-year-old cousin Gabriel Fennemore was recognized by the State of Delaware's Governor Jack Markell for his environmentalism accomplishments.
Gabriel, who is home-schooled, spent the last two years photographing animals and plants. With his father Bart's help setting up the template and teaching him how to upload, Gabriel produced an online nature journal, "The Young Naturalist".
My cousins -- the brilliant, beautiful, gracious Elizabeth and her nearly as brilliant, artistic, good-natured, loving husband Christopher -- introduce their most recent collaborative effort, Aria Elizabeth Rose, born approximately 5 PM today, 18 July 2012. Weighing in at 7 lb 2 oz, reaching 21", she's a contendah! ( Pictures below...Collapse )
My daughter's uncle's business partner of 55 nearly 50 years [from when the former was a boyish Al Pacino-ish appearing CPA and the latter a raffish rogue radio personality from NYC], who became the Young Turks of the Philly Scene and the later Boy-Conquerors of the American Music Nation, died today.
He was 82.
Rock & Roll is said to have started, if the disparate charges can be hazarded to have any single ignition point, across from Philly in Gloucester City, NJ, where from 1951 Bill Haley & His Saddlemen [later rechristened the Comets] played an 18-month engagement as the Twin Bar house-band, fine-tuning their sound. Wildwood politely disagrees, asserting priority.
Regardless, if South Jersey offered reasonable claim to be the lead torch-bearer of a national movement, its metropolitan brother Philadelphia [of all cities, Philly cannot be said to be sisterly] sealed the deal in 1957 with Dick Clark and American Bandstand. It's early emcee forgotten, Dick was the face of vibrant youth and a youthful sound.
Farewell and thank you for bringing the music into our homes.
Until 1977, I had no recall of encountering the name Anatole France -- great French writer -- until a reference in Carl Sagan's Dragons of Eden where he mentions that Lord Byron possessed one of the largest brains [2200 cc] on record while Anatole France had one of the smallest [1000 cc] for a grown male, despite Byron not being twice as intelligent as France.
However, Anatole France had a profound influence on my life.
As my sixth birthday approached, experiencing my first winter in Fairbanks, Alaska, I encountered this spare, magical eight-minute cartoon, unlike anything else witnessed by me before or thereafter. I saw it exactly once in my life until this afternoon when it struck me that on the cyber-realization of Gordon R. Dickson's Final Encyclopedia I might relive this moment of my boyhood. Several months ago, in relating a story to my friend SF writer L. Jagi Lamplighter arhyalon about my childhood in the Great White North, I used GoogleMaps to explore the street level of the church my family attended in the forested outskirts and traveled back in time it seemed to gaze upon again the silver birches I played amongst with my brother.
So, with trepidation, that even though I have been told by a child psychologist that I had close to what is described as an eidetic memory, I feared the reality of the animation would fall short of the wonder of my experience as viewed through the eyes of the child I had been.
Because this cartoon altered the course of my life and shaped my philosophy to this day.
I was not disheartened.
Let me share this very personal epiphany with you:
As a member of the Heinlein Society and a lifelong reader of Robert A. Heinlein since stumbling upon one of his Juveniles in the school library when I was eight, it came as no great surprise when revealed by Spider Robinson in his The Best of All Possible Worlds anthology that this tale was a favorite of RAH.