Friday, March 11, 2011

Pluto is too a planet! protest at Greenwood Space Travel Supply in Seattle on Saturday

By Jack Brummet
Paranormal and otherworlds editor


Click to enlarge - Photo courtesy of NASA

The whole problem began when scientists discovered that the "tenth planet" was slightly larger than Pluto.  Then came the great dis! I'd been hoping the tenth planet would actually expand the roster--and look at us now...with a pathetic rookerful of a mere eight planets!  These kids are right.  And they've been taking it to the streets for four years now.   

Pluto is too a planet! protest at
Greenwood Space Travel Supply Saturday

[from a press release by the Greenwood Space Travel Supply Co. a/k/a 826 Seattle]

Pluto used to be classified as a planet, until the International Astronomical Union redefined the term “planet” in 2006. Greenwood Space Travel Supply Co. was understandably upset, and has since hosted an annual Pluto is a Planet Protest March and Rally. The fourth annual rally begins at 1:30 p.m. Saturday.

It is an injustice that local nonprofit 826 Seattle and Greenwood Space Travel Supply Co., this planet’s only provisioner of space adventuring necessities, will fight until it’s overturned.

Show your support for this unique people’s movement by joining our march, chanting pro-Pluto chants, and waving/shaking signs.

Sign-making and pre-march pep rally will begin at 1:30pm at the 826 Seattle/Greenwood Space Travel -Supply Co. The march departs at 2pm. The rally will take place at Neptune Coffee (8415 Greenwood Ave N) starting at approximately 2:15pm. The rally will be brief, so be sure to arrive on time.

826 Seattle is a nonprofit writing center that helps students, ages six to 18, develop their creative and expository writing skills. We are dedicated to providing students with access to writing workshops, publishing projects, and one-on-one help with homework and English language learning – all free of charge.
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Thursday, March 10, 2011

We found Pegeen!


This was a Facebook success story. . .reconnecting with our old dear friend Pegeen White, which happened around me digitizing all our old slides, and all our friends started chiming in.  And then I found a slide of Pegeen posted it, and within hours, we had found her after ten years or more of silence!

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Poem: Li Po Sits

Poem: Li Po Sits
by Jack Brummet



Four hundred and forty-thousand
Moons ago, Li Po sits
Drinking wine on a bluff.

The Sun fades into blue mountains.
On the other side of the ball,
The sun scales the horizon.

Crickets tune up
And the first bats
Sail from roost to roost.

I think about Li Po drunk again
In the mountains, waiting for word
And listening to the wind songs.

Lost and alone on so many levels,
He stares at the cup
And wonders when his pardon will come.

He holds an inkpot, scroll, and brush.
He listens to his skin fold
And his hair turn grey.

Between the mountains and stars,
A crow wheels over fogged red pines
Spiring in moonlight.

LiPo shakes wet peach blossoms
From his coat
And fills the cup.

Moonlight dances
On the golden wine
In the silver cup.

Who needs a clear head this night?
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Tuesday, March 08, 2011

The evidence mounts daily that Speaker of the House John Boehner is a level 4 bed-wetter.

The evidence mounts daily that Speaker of the House John Boehner is a level 4 bed-wetter.  /jack


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Can Newt Gingrich Run For President, And Dodge Questions About The Sewer Of His Personal Life?

By Pablo Fanque
National Affairs Editor





The idea that Newt Gingrich might actually run, and somehow dupe the Republicans into supporting him in the first place (his numbers are sucking wind), seems patently absurd if you take even a passing glance at the sewer of his personal life.   Republicans seem unlikely to give the nod to someone on their third marriage, especially when Wife No. 2 is talking to the press about what a P.O.S. he is, was, and always will be.
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Photos of Jerry Melin

I recently bought a scanner with a slide/film attachment.  I am scanning our old cache of slides.  Here are some more photos of the late, great, Jerry Melin.  /jack







click images to enlarge
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Monday, March 07, 2011

The Seattle Post Intellingencer globe is looking a little sad and forlorn...

By Mona Goldwater
Seattle Metro Editor



The Seattle Post Intelligencer globe is looking a little sad and forlorn...but nothing a good scrubbing won't fix.  Apparently, when they went out of business, no one was assigned the job of keeping this great globe clean.  The globe is made of steel and is one of the city's most beloved pieces of public art.  I don't know if the building owns it, or The Seattle Times.  The best part about the globe's location is that you can see it from many parts of the great waterfront sculpture park.  Hopefully, before they sell it for scrap they will haul it down and place it in the park.  And maybe bring in the Hat and Boots, and the Pink Elephant car wash sign too. . . 

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Sunday, March 06, 2011

The death of proofreading?

By Jack Brummet
Social Mores Editor

Proofreading and stringent copy-editing may not be dead, but they seem to be wheezing, and almost ready for life support.  While it hasn't happened in The New York Times yet, I suspect it will one day.  Even now, it's not uncommon to find a typo/transposition on the front page.  And sometimes incomplete edits, page breaks where words are missing, etc.   I wonder if the person responsible for this headline kept their job?

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Saturday, March 05, 2011

Jack Brummet poem: Scarred For Life

























Scarred for Life
By Jack Brummet

It could be watching your family
Diced up in slow-motion

By a sick biscuit with a machete,
Or the day your brother let you down.

It might be when you were wrongfully accused,
Whether they figured it out or not.

Maybe you discovered your wife sleeping
With her Yoga teacher,

Or remember the night your parents
Let you cry yourself to sleep.

It could be the motorcycle accident,
Or the time you saw your Uncle naked.

Under a bad moon,
It can all leave you scarred for life.
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Friday, March 04, 2011

Poem: The Moon Race, 42 years later


The Moon Race, 42 years later
by Jack Brummet


And the race was on —
Movie star Jack Kennedy
V. the spooky shoe pounding Nikita Kruschev.


We charged 226,000 miles
To that pale toenail,
Hell-bent for leather,


To claim title
With old glory or the hammer and sickle
And impale the moon on a dusty pole.


The paramecium of the Milky Way,
We wind in time and untick in the heavens
Under the weather and under the gun.
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