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The Massachusetts Bay Colony was named after the indigenous population, the Massachusett, whose name can be segmented as mass-adchu-s-et, where mass- is "large", -adchu- is "hill", -s- is a diminutive suffix meaning "small", and -et is a locative suffix, identifying a place.--Wikipedia

Thanksgiving

with family

sisters

3x3x3. Happy birthday!

big brother

oops

Scientists at a California company reported yesterday that they had created the first mature cloned human embryos from single skin cells taken from adults, a significant advance toward the goal of growing personalized stem cells for patients suffering from various diseases. WaPo

15 minutes

City Councilor Dave Norris invited three of us from the neighborhood to talk about the Woolen Mills Village National Historic District on his show "Postcards From Charlottesville".
The other Woolies had pre-existing plans.
I joined Dave, carrying audio-visual aids which producer David Dillehunt edited into the 15 minutes.
The show runs 30 minutes. 1st fifteen, Dave talks to councilor elect Holly Edwards, 2nd 15 minutes, all about the Woolen Mills Village.
The show is online.
(accessible if you have broadband and a Windows Media Viewer compatible machine)

Nicolas

won?der? [wuhn-der]
?verb (used without object)
1. to think or speculate curiously: to wonder about the origin of the solar system.
2. I wonder what that thing he's pointing at me is?

teach your children

There's an article today in the Post about the evil dad who taught his son how to cock an evil gun. The youngster (8 years old) borrows the dad's gun, takes it to day-care and shoots another child (non-fatally thank goodness).

My dad taught me how to load and fire a gun when I was young. What I didn't have was an incessant chorus of TV, game and music media lauding the virtues of shooting other humans. The culture was not yet bankrupt.

Maybe sending my children out to play in the gravel wasn't such a bad thing?

I love

"Guess it was inevitable that Bill Emory would succumb to using pictures of babies and dogs. Must be your newspapering ethic influencing your photo selection."

Should I be complimented or offended?
My first song and dance, as a teenager, was existential angst. We didn't cut or self mutilate back then, we talked about IT.
Hey- I am an old guy now, I can do an imitation of existential angst, I can do an imitation of social concern, but overall what you'll get from me is a song of thanks and joy.

Wait wait- we'll let Tom T. Hall step in and finish this one off:

I love little baby ducks, old pickup trucks
Slow-movin' trains and rain
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams

I love leaves in the wind, pictures of my friends
Birds of the world and squirrels
I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups
Bourbon in a glass and grass

I love honest, open smiles, kisses from a child
Tomatoes on the vine and onions
I love winners when they cry, losers when they cry
Music when it's good and life
And I love you, too

NNE

pictures of pecan groves in sea-fog. drove 500 miles north. my computer is down, first MacIntosh hardware failure in nine years

apologies

I am sorry when I let you down, don't have worthwhile fresh fare here. Events are moving fast. I don't have medical permission to develop film. The threads that I pursue are tangled, scattered, some headed down the toilet. Must improvise, rescue, preserve, wake up, dance a jig.
The black and white blog suffers.

perfection