Fish Feeding
Other monkey business and musings on the meaning of “vacation”…
it’s official
We now have a 1979 category.
1979: The Year We Met
…and Cindy and I have been together ever since. Our long lost friend Steve is on the left.
1979: annus nautilus
those were happy days, remember Rod Stewart ‘i am sailing’ well maybe it came later… cringe, thats me in the middle, o and good heavens i just remembered Melanie’s ‘i got a brand new pair of roller skates’ and me mother’s knitted jumpers
1979: Annus Tracibilis
Mother’s glasses? Check.
Snickering father fumbling with new camera? Check.
Most awesome Lindsey Buckingham haircut and savage tan? Check.Ok… Somebody else’s turn.
1979: Annus Mirabilis
That does it. This is it. 1979 marked some kind of something, the likes of which we may never again witness.
Published in 1979: India’s brilliant How to Care for a Guinea Pig.
another something from 1979
Patti Smith sings “You Light Up My Life” on Kids Are People Too.
Seriously.
(via coudal)
Public Illumination Magazine
Public Illumination Magazine was the first magazine to publish my writing in New York City back in 1982. I remember standing in front of the Gotham Book Mart and seeing that issue in the store window and thinking what a thrill it was. Writers were required to use “an obligatory pseudonym”; I chose “Mike Topp.” I’m still a frequent contributor (though the magazine has since forced me to use various pseudonyms, including “Fitty Sense”) and PIM remains my favorite magazine. PIM’s website: http://www.mondorondo.com/pim/.
Below is from the LA Times:
Public Illumination Magazine (a.k.a. PIM) is entering its 28th year of publication. PIM is a little magazine (2 3/4 by 4 1/4 inches on slick paper) devoted to art and writing (never more than 250 words per contribution). Each issue has a theme. The first issue in December 1979 was devoted to telephones, followed by others on virulence, mass transit, little girls and on to hair, climate, and miracles.
Contributors are being sought for the forthcoming issue on space.
February 14, 1979
Doesn’t “coming out” often endanger those around us? If nothing more than damaging the vision they have of us that we’d rather not damage? The danger? The havoc one can wreak on another when revealing the deepest inside us. This is something I’m working through. (I’m watching for a piece of fiction to reveal itself to me long enough for me to get it on paper.) The impetus for my question? Our pastor last Sunday, posed the question, albeit phrased a little differently. “When were you born again?” Now I was “born again,” first when I was 13 years old in a revival meeting, succumbing to peer pressure to be as those around me. Pastor Scott spoke of when he was younger, when folks would ask him, “Are you born again?” His reply? “Yes.” He said inevitably the next question was, “When?” He had no answer. After several times being questioned with lack of answer, he decided he would answer, “February 14, 1979.” With that answer, most times, no further questions came. Later in his message, he shared that the date didn’t necessarily mark the moment of his salvation, but it marked the first time he kissed another man. He knew forever after he’d been born again.
I may have posted this before, circa ‘79
Level 9
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Snap by Blaine Dunlap. Circa 1979. Dallas, Texas.
Wintertime Blues
It’s about this point in the cycle of seasons that I recall the Chicago winter of 1978-1979 (the one that cost Mayor Michael Bilandic the spring election). I think back on news reports of the municipal snow plow driver who turned round his machine and began driving against traffic on one of the expressways, screaming, “I hate my job! I hate my job!”
Lyrics
from “You Burn Me Up, I’m a Cigarette” (Robert Fripp, Exposure 1979)
“Transactional diseases are the only thing that pleases
We”
Meet the Flockers: Sean Salmon
Hello. My name is Sean Salmon and I am a new clusterflock-er. I come here via the wonderful Mary Jeys and the generosity of Deron to give me a little space to contribute.
I am a recovering Architect and currently an Interaction Designer with an eye more towards concept design and development. I live in Jersey City NJ with Doris,my beyonce [fiance]. We have no cats and no dogs.
I have included a helpful timeline below:
1976 Born in NYC on October 3rd to Robert and Jutta, a toy designer and bookkeeper respectively. On my fathers side an Irish grandmother, and English-Welsh grandfather. My mother is from Germany, as are my maternal grandmother and grandfather, Omi and Opi. Live in a loft on Reade street. I’m a baby.
Top 10 Culturally Important Video Games
Mr. Lowood and the four members of his committee — the game designers Warren Spector and Steve Meretzky; Matteo Bittanti, an academic researcher; and Christopher Grant, a game journalist — announced their list of the 10 most important video games of all time: Spacewar! (1962), Star Raiders (1979), Zork (1980), Tetris (1985), SimCity (1989), Super Mario Bros. 3 (1990), Civilization I/II (1991), Doom (1993), Warcraft series (beginning 1994) and Sensible World of Soccer (1994).
Link (NYT)
These guys clearly very little idea of what they are talking about.
Bigger in Texas, You Say?
In February 1979 Lady Liberty poked her head above the icy waters of Lake Mendota. Astonished local Wisconsin residents flocked to the lake to witness the bizarre spectacle. Unfortunately, she was only there for three weeks before she disappeared in a blaze of fire, the victim of arsonists. But the next year she returned (fireproofed this time) though again she didn’t stick around for long. This time she fell victim to the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources, which determined that she resembled a fishing shanty and demanded that she be removed from the ice to satisfy their regulations. She was duly relocated to a shed.
The presence of Lady Liberty on Lake Mendota was the handiwork of Jim Mallon and Leon Varjian, the two leaders of the University of Wisconsin-Madison’s notorious Pail and Shovel (P&S) party. That year the P&S party had assumed control of the student government (much to the dismay of their rivals), thanks to compelling campaign promises such as the pledge to dump the entire penny value of the student budget onto the ground and allow students to scoop up whatever they could get with a pail and shovel (hence the name of their party). Mallon and Varjian had also promised to buy the Statue of Liberty and bring it to Wisconsin. Being men of their word, they actually made good on their campaign vow, much to everyone’s surprise.
