It’s Tidbit Wednesday!
And it’s June, a glorious clear day in Chicago, a dusting of cirrus clouds across a gorgeous hue of blue.
What are you thinking about, your summer plans and barbecuing with neighbors? I am dreading the inevitable “Let’s go to the water park, Mom!” To cope, I’ll be reaching for an oversized t-shirt and hope this can cover my lime-green pleated bathing suit that Mamie Eisenhower once wore.
Wanted to share a few items with you.
Get lost inside this website.
The Library of Congress Catalog has a fantastic array of bizarre and obscure photos. (see JUNIE LEE, right)
Ray Bradbury Died
Earlier my husband e-mailed me… author Ray Bradbury died. Being a sci-fi fan, my husband was a real fan of Bradbury’s work. Anyway, he pulled a quote about Bradbury and rejection to keep me motivated:
Bradbury recently wrote a short essay responding to his favorite Snoopy comic strip about how much rejection he faced when he first began writing. “Starting when I was fifteen I began to send short stories to magazines like Esquire, and they, very promptly, sent them back two days before they got them! I have several walls in several rooms of my house covered with the snowstorm of rejections, but they didn’t realize what a strong person I was; I persevered and wrote a thousand more dreadful short stories, which were rejected in turn.”
“What I have always been is a hybrid author,” Bradbury said in 2009. “I am completely in love with movies, and I am completely in love with theater, and I am completely in love with libraries.”
Game of Thrones
We’re stunned by how wonderful “Game of Thrones” has been in its second season. “We’re” refers to my teenage son and myself. Already this kid has researched all the characters and mimics a great imperious English accent. Imagine if I could get him to read the novels instead of YouTubing and Googling future scenes.
“Mom, guess what awful thing happens to Robb Stark.”
“Please don’t tell me, Mr. Spoiler Alert.”
Anyhoooo, here’s an interesting comparison of the books to the HBO series in Rolling Stone.
“Van Mom Strikes Again”
This week’s column contemplates the dark side of technology, a 350-word missive sure to rouse the technophiles. They’ll converge upon me in an Ides of March scenario, pummeling me with smart phones. “Whaddya want, you Dead Sea Scroller, to return to papyrus and cephalopod ink?”
Well, no. I have an unnatural fear of squids and octopi. I found rather frightening footage of an octopus opening a jar and imagine the thing wouldn’t be thrilled if I tried to harvest it for ink. Octo-dexterous translates into Ocho dangerous.
Kirby enjoys looking out a large picture window in our living room. He looks philosophical here, doesn’t he?