Memorial Day Open Thread.

It suddenly occurred to me that there are people who might be interested in chatting, so here ye be. Sorry I didn’t think of it an hour ago when you might have been looking for it…!

Standard FYI clause: My rule of thumb is that I wait for 2 hours after Ta-Nehisi would usually open a thread (roughly noon, EST), and if none is forthcoming, I put one up here.



  1. David L

     /  May 28, 2012

    Since I’m at home and puttering around, a couple thoughts:

    1. I’m watching a marathon of Ninja Warrior. For those of you who aren’t familiar, it’s basically a televised obstacle course that you need some serious strength and stamina to complete. It’s half for the eye candy, half for the massive jealousy at how incredibly in-shape these people are.

    2. I was on the receiving end of some fairly standard-issue male objectification over the weekend. My feelings about it are complex enough that I’m working on a blog post that will probably go up tonight. Will blog flog here and probably in whatever open thread there is tomorrow.

  2. wearyvoter

     /  May 28, 2012

    Went for a 7-mile walk this morning with my husband. Made two stops. One for water; one to pick up ingredients for dinner tonight. It was too hot to not build stops in. I probably spent way too much time back in frozen foods once we got to the grocery store. It was tempting to stay longer at the first stop. The place sells wine and serves lunch, but we kept moving once we got our hands on some water to cart with us for the second leg of the trip. (There’s a cheese sampler tray there that looked REALLY good.)

    • Up at the northern end of your state, your friendly blogger was at an outdoor party yesterday evening, and in the midst of said outdoor party, had a hot flash. In the roughly 95 degree weather. I about died.

      • caoil

         /  May 28, 2012

        At another site I frequent, there’s been a suggestion that we need to have available to us a vat of hot chocolate, for people in need of some comfort to dunk themselves in and relax. I think we need a counterpart to that, perhaps a vat of sweet/iced tea or something, to offer to those who are warmer-than-normal.

        • Just a vat of ice, man.

          • caoil

             /  May 28, 2012

            I don’t want you to get hypothermia! How about a vat of slightly-chilled water with some bits of ice added periodically.

            • : )

              That’ll do just fine, thank you!

              • wearyvoter

                 /  May 28, 2012

                We picked up some frozen salmon while out for a walk today. I nearly cuddled it on my way home. Benefit for me: Relief from hot flash. Benefit for dinner: Mostly thawed already. 🙂

  3. A special thanks to any and all veterans in the Horde. Today is your day. I hope it’s been going well. You are appreciated for what you’ve done, or what you’re still doing.

  4. Rosiland

     /  May 28, 2012

    Three days of graphic video of dead Syrian children, and then 13 kids die in a huge fire at one of the malls. Can I call out sick tomorrow? Or fly home to the US?

    • There are days when it becomes painfully clear that you’ve picked the wrong business, aren’t there. Even though on most days it’s absolutely the right business.

    • dmf

       /  May 28, 2012

      “On a day when a photograph of the corpses of Syrian children are shown on the front page of the Hindustan Times, in a country where media images from wars are not censored as they are in the U.S., a photograph also appeared of a local girl whose face (mouth and ears) had been burned with acid, thrown in her face by a gang of boys (“Eve-teasers”). On this day, an ordinary day, I took a walk. The night-blooming jasmine had fallen to the street. I walked over those blossoms. And it was there, on a street corner, at the heart of a monstrous vortex of industrialists, heavily pregnant housewives, dogs breathing their last breath on a small heap of tri-poly plastic bags in all colors of the rainbow but mostly red, white or yellow, and warriors in tribal clothing, their vibrant blue scarves wrapped around their waists and striking, pristine, against the white cotton of their pajama leggings ruched above the ankles: that I saw it. A corpse.”

  5. Blog flogging! As promised to watson42, some talk about aperitifs from the Cocktail Camp event I went to a few weeks ago.

  6. caoil

     /  May 28, 2012

    I have to get my dad a present for his birthday (Sunday) and for Father’s Day. Any suggestions? He claims he only wants a phone call and a card, but I can’t give him nothing. My first thought was to give him some more trees (through the Green Belt Movement), or do a Kiva loan, or maybe just send money to and let him choose…but if you have any thoughts on charities you support I’d be glad to hear them. Does anyone donate to any of the ocean-related or clean water groups?

    • JHarper2

       /  May 28, 2012

      I have had good luck in presents for persons older than I, (I can’t say old folks anymore because of my own advancing Years) with cards/gift certificates for services or consumables that they would not get themselves. For my mother I have at different times got a certificate for a thorough cleaning of her car by a detailing service, some special foods she can share with her book club, and am trying to arrange a cleaning of her outdoor windows.

  7. Gah. Where should I start?
    How should I start?
    I’m sure I should blog flog. There were posts Saturday and Sunday. But today I called in on vacation to myself, so there are no recaps until tomorrow.
    which omg am I glad I gave myself an extra 24 hours to write about all this, because between the battle of Blackwater, Joan’s partnership and Peggy quitting SCDP, I can’t even. Gibber gibber gibber.

  8. It occurs to me I should tell you all about the Missing Hotdogs.

    There was a pack of hotdogs in the fridge. I had two of them on the grill. R wasn’t in the mood for any. So I wrapped them up in a ziplock bag and put them away in the fridge.
    This was around 9:30pm

    At about 10:45, as the grilling was winding down, R told me to toss him the rest of the hotdogs, he’d grill them up real quick for eating later.

    The hotdogs were Not In The Fridge.

    No, really. They are not in the fridge. Nor the freezer, nor the pantry, nor anywhere I could have absent mindedly put them. They are gone.

    Interrogation of the cats has not produced any credible leads. I fear the worst, than in a day or two the stench of rotting meat will in fact turn them up where the FatOne stashed them.

    Until then, all i have is “mew?”

    • wearyvoter

       /  May 28, 2012

      I was going to ask about that. At least hot dogs will have a giveaway smell. Years ago, the offspring was at a friend’s house, and her Happy Meal trick or treat bucket, complete with leftover bits of cheeseburger went missing. It was found about 6 months later. Friend’s older brother had hidden it under the parents’ bed. No giveaway stench. None. Zip. Zilch. And the ‘burger was pretty much intact. (ewwww)

  9. JHarper2

     /  May 28, 2012

    Got up this morning and was 40F (4.7C) and another day of cold rainy windy weather. 600 miles to the north, on the arctic circle, as far north as you can go before heading the NW Territories it was 54F (12C). We are forecast for another week of clouds and rain and cold. IF I WANTED THAT I WOULD MOVE TO THE LEFT COAST!
    I need a blast of arctic air, soft warming arctic air.
    Also I just took my car to the shop because it does not start.
    Actually aside from that, everything is going well in my life.

  10. caoil

     /  May 28, 2012

    If anyone needs a pick-me-up today, how about some Nat Geo shots of cute koalas?

    • caoil

       /  May 28, 2012

      Tho, there are a few sad pictures in there too. Stick to the first few, maybe!

  11. dmf

     /  May 28, 2012
    Historian and president of Harvard University, Drew Gilpin Faust tells Steve Paulson that Civil War deaths consumed the entire nation with grief and transformed America in many ways.

  12. dmf

     /  May 28, 2012

    I dreamed that in a city dark as Paris
    I stood alone in a deserted square.
    The night was trembling with a violet
    Expectancy. At the far edge it moved
    And rumbled; on that flickering horizon
    The guns were pumping color in the sky.

    There was the Front. But I was lonely here,
    Left behind, abandoned by the army.
    The empty city and the empty square
    Was my inhabitation, my unrest.
    The helmet with its vestige of a crest,
    The rifle in my hands, long out of date,
    The belt I wore, the trailing overcoat
    And hobnail boots, were those of a poilu.
    I was the man, as awkward as a bear.

    Over the rooftops where cathedrals loomed
    In speaking majesty, two aeroplanes
    Forlorn as birds, appeared. Then growing large,
    The German Taube and the Nieuport Scout,
    They chased each other tumbling through the sky,
    Till one streamed down on fire to the earth.

    These wars have been so great, they are forgotten
    Like the Egyptian dynasts. My confrere
    In whose thick boots I stood, were you amazed
    To wander through my brain four decades later
    As I have wandered in a dream through yours?

    The violence of waking life disrupts
    The order of our death. Strange dreams occur,
    For dreams are licensed as they never were.

    Louis Simpson, “I Dreamed that in a City Dark as Paris”

  13. My jaw hurts and I have a headache and it is a million billion zillion degrees out and it’s fucking humid. I miss Chicago summers. I feel like they were easier to hack.

    Here, have my glowing review of Battleship.

    • Well, if it’s any consolation, it’s million billion zillion degrees here in Chicago, too.

      • wearyvoter

         /  May 28, 2012

        Also, too, same about 120 miles south of Chicago. At least we had breezes for awhile, so it was a convection oven at least.

  14. wearyvoter

     /  May 28, 2012

    I was wandering through Facebook yesterday, and found an item on the “You know you’re from [insert name of hometown here] when…” that made me sad. The hospital where my dad was a general practitioner in the late 1950s until he died in the early 1970s is being torn down. It was merged with another hospital in the mid-80s, then it was converted to a nursing home. And it’s now been empty for several years. The land is less sale-able with the physical plant included, so the building has to go. I was born there. My sibs were born there. (It opened in 1957, and my dad was on one of its first staffs.)

  15. The AC is on, and yet I want to put an ice pack on my head. WHY DOES THIS HOUSE NEVER ALLOW US TO REPLACE THE WINDOWS?

    • The house… isn’t allowing you?

      Is the house sentient? Should I worry?

      • Original window contingency fund went to stop the basement flooding and cleaning out the mold..
        Second window contingency fund went to regrade and fix the backyard as part two of fixing the basement flooding.
        Current window contingency fund is now going to go toward redoing the main bathroom because we’ve discovered the subfloor is rotting out.

        Yes, the house is doing it on purpose. Maybe I’ll also blame it for hiding the damn hotdogs while I’m at it.

        • Oh that’s right. I forgot about your house rotting beneath your feet! That’s always a treat.

          Clearly the house at the hotdogs. CLEARLY.

  16. dmf

     /  May 28, 2012


      I’m sorry I’m not the most poetical of your online pals, but we do seem to be on the same page musically, don’t we?

      • dmf

         /  May 28, 2012

        indeed tho I do try and match the mood of the room and spare you some of my other musical inclinations, you and absurdbeats and I seem to be of a generational niche.
        try and enjoy being a blogginghead and not worry too much about being absolutely correct.

  17. I totally should have done this in the morning, shouldn’t I.

    • I assumed no one was on line today, honestly. I wouldn’t have thought to come over here to look for an open thread if you hadn’t tweeted me!

      • I think a few people probably would have been happy to chitter-chat, and I do like to give my pals the chance. It just felt like Sunday all day, so it didn’t cross my mind. (But it wouldn’t have been many, that’s for sure).

  18. dmf

     /  May 29, 2012