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A stock photo of a young boy at the beach with pail and shovel under blue skies.
Gasparilla Island State Park is a Florida State Park located south of Boca Grande on Gasparilla Island off Charlotte Harbor and Pine Island Sound. Activities include swimming and fishing along with shelling, picnicking, and viewing the Historic Port Boca Grande Lighthouse. Visitors can also enjoy snorkeling, and nature study.
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Космос как предчувствие
Так сложилось, что, в совсем маленьком возрасте, я читал много книг про космос. Удивительно, но в доме моей бабушки от маминой юности осталось очень много советских книг про космос (до сих пор не знаю откуда они там). Сначала мне просто нравились картинки, потом, когда я научился читать и посещал начальную школу, я начал изучать эти удивительные книги. После них я стал ходить в библиотеку, которая, по счастливой космической случайности, находилась ровно напротив моего подъезда, буквально, в 30-ти детских шагах. Увлекшись космической темой, я увлекся советской научной фантастикой, а потом и зарубежной. Я читал запоем и в течение нескольких классов школы прочитал почти всю фантастику, которая была в небольшой библиотеке. Когда художественная литература кончилась, я начал читать журналы «Техника молодежи», «Юный техник» и всякие различные издания, где писалось об инновациях, будущем, изобретениях и достижениях хай-тека. За несколько лет я впитал в себя удивительное разнообразие советского футуризма, фантастики, мечтаний о путешествиях к звездам, размышлений о существовании внеземной жизни. Я был, буквально, пропитан картинками и фотографиями тех времен. А так как я 1981 года рождения, а книжки были еще маминой юности, то выпуска они были 60-ых, 70-ых годов. Некоторые, конечно, были намного свежее. Но общая атмосфера была полна непередаваемого позитива советской космической эры, уверенности в будущем наших космических проектов и в то, что передовые технологии смогут унести нас к другим мирам.Фантасты и ученые так много обещали и говорили, что я с тех пор всегда жил в предвкушении Будущего. Был уверен, что после 2000 года, как минимум, будут летающие автомобили, Луна уже будет обжита, а на Марсе уж 100% будут цвести яблони. Проблем с этим совершенно не должно было быть, так как технологии были просты и описаны с научными обоснованиями и доказательствами.Всё, о чем я узнал в детстве из этих космических книг и уникальных советских фильмов про космос, дало мне уникальное предчувствие и постоянное ожидание. Ожидание невероятных открытий, свершений и путешествий к другим мирам, ожидание прорывов и удивительных достижений в науке, возможно, посредством более детального изучения древних знаний, ожидание будущего, инноваций, чудес и новостей про космические достижения. Всю свою недолгую жизнь я живу в предчувствии космоса…На дворе 2010 год. Прототипы летающих автомобилей все еще в зачаточном состоянии, Луна почти заброшена, вокруг Марса крутятся только несколько спутников и фотографируют его, не считая пару забытых и отслуживших свое роботов на поверхности… Но я верю. Надеюсь и верю, что мы или наши дети и внуки смогут полететь когда-нибудь далеко.В своих будущих публикациях я еще не раз буду писать про мой любимый советский космос.
Hill of beans
If my mom didn’t like it, she didn’t make it to eat, and vice versa. And we had an eat-everything-on-your-plate policy, in which I had no say. Consequently, I wasted hours of my young life at the dinner table choking down the last few bites of chicken liver or the last two canned green beans.
That’s also the reason why I never experienced the euphoria of tasting steamed asparagus with a little bit of butter until I was 30. I asked my mom why she never made it and she said because she didn’t like the texture. One stringy piece and it was all ruined for her. She has a thing about food textures. We didn’t have peas either, except the ones that came in the frozen pot pies. I was allowed to pick those out and leave them. Beans were another thing my mom just didn’t like so we never had. Even in chili, there wasn’t a kidney bean to be found. Again, I was 30 before I embraced beans as a food group. I’m very glad I did. I could easily subsist on beans, cheese, and sauce. The mind boggles at all the variations. Another thing I’m glad I did was give myself permission not to eat everything if I don’t want to. That was very liberating. I also haven’t eaten a chicken liver for 30 years.
Детских мечтаний пост
Когда мне было лет 10-11 (а на дворе тогда, соответственно, было год 1999-й где-то) я любил играться в радио. Я брал все свои кассеты (у меня было много сборников, которые я делал сам, записывая музыку с радио) и представлял что я радио-ведущий. Я говорил вслух всякие речи типа «Всем привет, мы снова с вами в эфире», в перерыве между песнями я болтал всякую чушь и, якобы, принимал звонки с приветами и просьбами поставить ту или иную песню. Одновременно с этим я тихонечко мотал кассеты, чтобы найти нужную песню, которая пойдёт в эфир следующей. У меня было расписание и были разные тематические программы. Более того, по воскресеньям ровно в 12 утра на моём радио был регулярный хит-парад. У меня даже была тетрадочка в которую я записывал положения тех или иных песен и изменения по сравнению с предыдущей неделей. Какой-то песне я даже отдавал первое место недель 5-6 подряд, было круто.
Вы только вдуматесь, едрён батон, ПРОМАТЫВАЛ КАССЕТЫ! Сейчас же на дворе 2009-й год и я могу без каких-либо вложений, не выходя из дома, сделать не то что своё радио, а своё телевидение! Причём его даже будут смотреть живые люди! Блин, это же охренеть... Сказал бы мне кто-нибудь подобное когда мне было 11 я бы каждый день спал бы только с мечтой об этом и ждал бы когда этот день наступит :)
Ну, и поставлю, по такому случаю, пожалуй, песню :)
Bohemian Puppetry.
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The first 1080p HD YouTube video is simply brilliant. In more ways than one.
The Muppets performing Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody".
Oh, bother!
I was raised on Winnie-the-Pooh. When I was a little kid, just about everything of mine was somehow associated with Pooh. As late as ninth grade, I had a polo shirt with a pattern of small Pooh bears all over it.
One of my baby pictures shows me on my parents’ bed cozying up to Pooh (I claim to remember this). As a toddler, I had Pooh characters on my bedroom walls. Pooh sheets, Pooh kid’s dishes set, Pooh, Pooh, Pooh. I had a large rubber Pooh that was one of my favorite toys before I discovered ’67 Mustangs. I was devastated when his perfect nose became slightly deformed after melting a bit on a hot radiator. There was also a plush Pooh that was nearly as big as I was.
My mom dressed me in a steady stream of Winnie-the-Pooh clothing, thanks to the Sears catalog. Sears was our official source of Pooh. I remember several mix-and-match items of Pooh-branded clothing in bright colors—multi-colored striped and patterned shirts that went with a variety of solid-colored bottoms. I was stylin’ in my Pooh! And somehow, I proudly wore that Pooh polo when I was 14. Omigosh, I just realized that if you’ve been following this blog, you’ve seen that shirt in Pearly Whites! Yes, that’s it under a sweater for my school photo.
My mom collects teddy bears, and I have no idea if that evolved from all the Winnie-the-Pooh business. (It should be noted that we also had a fairly well-developed interest in Paddington Bear, though not to the same extent.) But it did inform her selection of which group tours to travel with to Europe. In 1998, she took me along on one that canvassed the UK.
I thought that how I fell in love with the UK, and London in particular, on that trip was going to be the subject of tonight’s post. But that’s the fun thing about using a pretty random photo to inspire what I write about. Several times already, the resulting narrative has been completely different than what I had in mind when I fired up the iBook (my writing computer). This is another one.
One of the bear-inspired locales of this particular trip was Hartfield, East Sussex. Given my mom’s and my history with Winnie-the-Pooh, one of the highlights of the trip was playing Poohsticks together on Poohsticks Bridge in nearby Ashdown Forest. My mom got quite emotional about it. One of our fellow travelers snapped a few pictures of this family bonding moment.
My disappointment with continental breakfasts...
I just threw out the last of my "hot chocolate" from an overnight break in Fort Lauderdale with my cousin. I woke up this morning to a buffet of English muffins, reheated sausage, overly sweetened juice and assorted cereal boxes. It brought back some painful memories.
I was a tender eight years old and on vacation with my parents and younger brother in the Bahamas. As kids do, the first morning there, we woke up obscenely early to take in our new environment. I had been reading through the literature that hotels give guests and had found the highlight of my vacation. The hotel was offering a "continental breakfast". I was elated. I imagined rows of food, imported from the most exotic corners of the world, a buffet of international flavors and tastes that I had never before experienced. I was going to eat from every continent, Antarctica included. I was ready. We (well, maybe just me...my brother wasn't, and still isn't much of a foodie) trotted happily down the corridors, passing unopened gift shops and friendly staff as we walked.
What happened next was a defining moment in my life. It was the moment I learned to question words.
I saw muffins. I looked around the room quickly, trying to take in everything that was offered. Blueberry muffins. I walked up to the closest station, and in what was most likely an effort to protect my delicate eight-year- old psyche, began to wonder if my assumption that Frosted Flakes were really American was true. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I didn't understand. I saw a croissant, and assumed the French creation is what allowed the charlatans to pass this offering of cold breads and boxed grains off as "continental". I passed a box of Rice Krispies down to my brother who thankfully wasn't yet tall enough to see the trays of warmed over lies that lay before us. I envied him.
Music memories
What songs do you like? What songs, when you hear them, magically transport you to another place and time? There are a lot more, but here's what I remember without effort.
Out and about: Paul McCartney and Wings “Uncle Albert”: My dad and me waiting in the car in the parking lot outside the Sears store in the Lima (Ohio) Mall, waiting for my mom to pick up our catalog order. Commodores “I’m Easy”: My parents and I driving in Lima and I wouldn’t let them change the radio until that song was over. Almann Brothers “Ramblin’ Man”: My parents and I were out for pizza, again in Lima. We always just drank water because paying for soda pop was too extravagant, but on this one occasion they gave me the nickel or dime to play this song on the jukebox because it was my favorite at the time. Cher “Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves,” Carpenters “Top of the World”: The Ada (Ohio) swimming pool, where I spent most of every summer as a kid. In my dad’s den listening to the radio and poised at any moment to record my favorite songs from the external speaker of the radio to the portable cassette player. Usually, I was working on the pedigrees and crayon pictures of the horses in my imaginary stable: “Bennie and the Jets” and really, many of the Elton John songs of that time. I liked Elton John a lot. Ringo Starr “Photograph”: It was summer and the window was open. I was recording this song when my dad walked past with the lawn mower. If I put my hand flat on the top of the radio, the volume would amplify. This happened during the chime solo in the middle of the song. Segue on the cassette tape: Davie Bowie “Fame” into Bee Gees “Jive Talkin’” Queen “Bohemian Rhapsody”: I didn’t really pay attention to this song, but I began to notice that every time after it was on, there was a commercial for Galileo wine. To this day, I go back to the den during the opera section. High school: The Cars’ debut album: Having the epiphany while driving with Bob S that the vocal production reminded me very much of what Roy Thomas Baker was doing with Queen (who by then was my undisputed favorite). I was right. Journey “Daydream”: My high school had a little close-circuit in-house radio station that I worked at. Whenever I played this song, one of the other kids always gave me a hard time because the one riff made it sound like the turntable was going wonky. As a club-going young adult: Billy Squier “Everybody Wants You,” Romantics “What I Like about You”: Dancing in the Point Club (Stevens Point, Wisconsin) with Steve R who drove down from Wausau with his two friends to go out. We both loved jumping straight up at the appropriate moments in those songs. Phil Collins and Philip Bailey “Easy Lover”: Singing harmony with John M. Wham! “Careless Whisper”: Dancing with Paul G. Thomas Dolby “She Blinded Me (with Science)”: SCIENCE!-ing at the right times with John G the DJ. Really, very many early- to mid-80s hits take me right back to the Point Club. College: Def Leppard “Photograph”: In the dorm, the girl across the hall and I would open our doors and synchronize our turntables to the Pyromania album. INXS “The One Thing”: Same dorm without the synchronization. Faith No More “Epic”: The campus bowling alley at the University of Wisconsin and the crew I bowled with.
