ION, this might be fun for people who are fans of Disney theme parks: Abandoned Disney, Part 1
Abandoned Discovery Island, 1974-1999
Located in the middle of Bay Lake, this island is off-limits to park visitors today (it was closed back in 1999, with the introduction of Animal Kingdom). This place has rich and varied history (it remained open for 25 years, and before that was used mostly for farming as far back as the early 1900s), features a rich botanical environment, a huge amount of birds and many animal exhibits. One of the island owners even lived on it with his pet crane (pet crane?... I gotta get one of these!).
Late start this am. This is what happens when all my neighbors are out of town!
But back from market, gonna go see if I am in time to catch the toilet bowl race.
No, really.
I had a list of errands, but it's not going to happen today. (msbelle, I will mail you that book someday! But that day is not today...) In a couple of hours, I'm off to give my mother and some friends a tour of my job. Should be fun?
Article in yesterday's NY Times regarding NYC residents' ambivalent feelings toward 9/11 events. A quote:
many New Yorkers want nothing to do with the innumerable happenings attached like limpets to the anniversary. Plenty of them are leaving town, wanting as much space as possible from the ghosts and the day’s enduring grasp.
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I think even non-baseball fans will admire Grant Brisbee's wrap up of last night's Giants loss to the Dodgers.
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When the Giants were clinging to a 1-0 lead, it was like watching Aerosmith rip through one of their classics in 2011. The Giants are out of the race, and Aerosmith isn't relevant anymore, but there was a friendly nostalgia to it. Remember? Remember how it used to be? Remember how this used to be something with a nervous, frenetic energy that used to make you all feel sorts of different emotions? It's not the same as it used to be -- not even close -- but it made you remember what it was like.
You can use whatever band you like, just as long as they're past their prime. You see them crank through an old hit, and if you squint, you remember just how it was exciting back in the day. The Giants were winning 1-0, and it felt like it did last year. For the Giants, we're talking about last year. For Aerosmith, I think their first album was in 1958.
Then the Dodgers scored a run on an infield hit, a bunt, and a 20-hopper through the middle. That was followed by Giant-killer Rod Barajas hitting a single. He was replaced on the bases by Giant-killer Eugenio Velez, who was going to try his Giant killing on a different team this time. A wild pitch and a fielder's choice later, and the Giants had lost.
This is like looking at Steven Tyler and realizing that he looks like Joan Rivers going around the Tilt-A-Whirl at 40 mph with open cans of paint. Nothing's as it should be. Nothing's as it was. This isn't your memory of how things were; this is some creepy, low-rent, past-it's-prime abstraction that they're trying to foist on you. It's horrible. And, wait, this isn't "Sweet Emotion" -- did they turn this into a medley with that shitty song from Armageddon? What is Steven Tyler doing with that handkerchief? And, oh god, is that your mom in the front row? What's Steven Tyler doing to your mom? Oh, god, no. No, no, no.
So that game was like a 78-year-old Steven Tyler making out with your mom as "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" is blaring over loudspeakers. You tried to avert your eyes, but you couldn't turn away. You had to watch every last detail. Now your brain is broken, and you're curled in a fetal position, wishing you didn't know what you know now. You want to go back. You want to go back. You want to go back to the way things used to be.
I didn't mean to fall off the face of the earth last night without saying anything. I just couldn't see straight anymore, and ran out of steam. Thank you for everything.
Tom, I was just thinking of that.
Insent, btw.
Anybody know her? She seems like the sort of woman that's at least met a Buffista.
