Friday, August 17, 2018

Lyrics for Friday and County Fair Amusements

By Aretha Franklin and Ted White

You better think (think) think about what you're trying to do to me
Yeah, think (think, think), let your mind go, let yourself be free

Let's go back, let's go back, let's go way on way back when
I didn't even know you, you couldn't have been too much more than ten. (just a child)

I ain't no psychiatrist, I ain't no doctor with degrees
It don't take too much high IQ's to see what you're doing to me

You better think (think) think about what you're trying to do to me
Yeah, think (think, think), let your mind go, let yourself be free

Oh freedom (freedom), freedom (freedom), freedom, yeah freedom
Freedom (freedom), freedom (freedom), freedom, ooh freedom

There ain't nothing you could ask I could answer you but I won't (I won't)
I was gonna change, but I'm not, if you keep doing things I don't

You better think (think) think about what you're trying to do to me
Yeah, think (think, think), let your mind go, let yourself be free

People walking around everyday, playing games, taking scores
Trying to make other people lose their minds. Well be careful, you're gonna lose yours.

Yeah, think (think) think about what you're trying to do to me
Yeah, think (think, think), let your mind go, let yourself be free

You need me (need me) and I need you (don't you know)
Without each other there ain't nothing we can do

Oh freedom (freedom), freedom (freedom), freedom, yeah freedom
Freedom (freedom), freedom (freedom), freedom, ooh freedom

There ain't nothing you could ask I could answer you but I won't (I won't)
I was gonna change, but I'm not, if you're doing things I don't

You better think (think) think about what you're trying to do to me
Yeah, think (think, think), let your mind go, let yourself be free

You need me (need me) and I need you (don't you know)
Without each other there ain't nothing we can do

(Think about - ah me, think about - ah me, think about - ah me, think about it)
You had better stop and think before you think, think!


Thursday was fairly quiet until evening. I organized photos, I folded laundry, I watched pretty much every Aretha Franklin video that anyone posted. Then at 4 p.m., Registeel left the area and Regirock arrived, so I went raiding with my local group, did some trades -- now I have a near-perfect lucky Tauros, for whatever that is worth -- and caught a couple of Regirocks, plus a couple of mosquito bites!

I was hoping to watch the Deadpool 2 Super Duper Cut or something fun this evening, but Paul wanted to watch the Redskins preseason game, though after a while I insisted on catching up on this week's Burden of Truth. ABC didn't even show the Aretha 20/20 special here because of the stupid game. Here are some photos of the amusements and traditions at the county fair last weekend:

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Thursday, August 16, 2018

Poem for Thursday, Mary Shelley, Fair Sheep

Stanzas ["Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!"]
By Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

’Twas thus, as ancient fables tell,
Love visited a Grecian maid,
Till she disturbed the sacred spell,
And woke to find her hopes betrayed.

But gentle sleep shall veil my sight,
And Psyche’s lamp shall darkling be,
When, in the visions of the night,
Thou dost renew thy vows to me.

Then come to me in dreams, my love,
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.


My Wednesday morning was boring, apart from getting bagels because we were out of bagels. My sister called me while I was eating one and got the displeasure of having to listen to me finish chewing. I also went to CVS and stuff but really most of the excitement of my day involved long distance phone calls, since it was Deborah's birthday so I called her, and Rose visited to see the cats, I mean me, though they were the ones who got treats. I showed her the Avengers: Infinity War gag reel.

After dinner, Paul and I watched Mary Shelley, which I only just discovered existed a few days ago. Elle Fanning is very good in it, in fact most of the actors are quite good, and there are some interesting scenes between Mary and Claire, but the film seems to have been inspired by Ken Russell's Gothic more than actual biographies and it's strange how one of Mary's sisters and one of her children always seems to get left out. Here are some sheep and goats from the county fair last weekend:

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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Poem for Wednesday, Mission: Impossible 3, Rain and Rainbow

A Panphonic Poem for Mission: Impossible 3
By Neal Whitman

The pleasure of Shawn's company
Is what I most enjoy.
He put a tack on Ms. Yancey's chair
When she called him a horrible boy.
At the end of the month he was flinging two kittens
Across the width of the room.
I count on his schemes to show me a way now
Of getting away from my gloom.


Yeah, not really my sort of poetry, but Roberto Orci asked the linguist who wrote it for a poem containing all the allophones of all the phonemes in English to use to make Ethan Hunt's voice sound like Owen Davian's.

My Tuesday morning was boring house stuff, so I will skip straight to late afternoon when we went to meet Karen and Jim, Angela, and Carrie for dinner at Lebanese Taverna. I haven't seen any of them all summer thus far due to our various home disasters and sporadic family visits, so it was nice just to hang out! On the way home we stopped at Target to pick up the Avengers: Infinity War Blu-Ray.

When we got home, we watched Mission: Impossible III, figuring that since we've seen all the others we should watch that one too. It held my interest better than M:I II, but everything about the romance feels contrived and I'm glad I know from Fallout how it ends. It did not rain for most of the day, but when it did, it turned very dark outside and poured, then we got a spectacular rainbow as we were leaving for dinner:

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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Poem for Tuesday, Mission Impossible 2, MoCo Bunnies

By Alicia Ostriker

My neighbor's daughter has created a city
you cannot see
on an island to which you cannot swim
ruled by a noble princess and her athletic consort
all the buildings are glass so that lies are impossible
beneath the city they have buried certain words
which can never be spoken again
chiefly the word divorce which is eaten by maggots
when it rains you hear chimes
rabbits race through its suburbs
the name of the city is one you can almost pronounce


We had to get up early on Monday because the bedbug-sniffing dog and the inspector came to recheck our house, but good news -- they found no bedbugs! Not even evidence of bedbugs! And then the company our insurance sent to dry out the flood in Daniel's closet came to retrieve their dehumidifiers and could not find any evidence of leakage from the roof or attic, so that was, knock wood, good news. Now we just need to get the room rebuilt.

Because karma is insisting on keeping me in check, I did have a series of minor disasters shipping a package to Daniel, though it was otherwise a low-key day of chores (all beds had to be remade and floors vacuumed after house repairs). We watched Mission: Impossible 2, which we had not seen before and did not love except Thandie Newton, and the new Elementary, ditto. Here are some of the rabbits being judged at the county fair:

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Monday, August 13, 2018

Poem for Monday and Montgomery County Fair

By Albert Samain
Translated by Timothy Ades

Grandeur. Old fashions and their polished grace.
High ceremony. Endless curtseying.
Exalted names in satin shimmering.
Hands ducal edged with antique Flanders lace,

Hands royal on spinets. Antiphonies
of bishops for Monseigneur le Dauphin,
minuet gestures, hearts of biscuit fin,
the so-called Austrian urbanities…

princesses of blue blood, their dignity
steeped in a caste’s historic purity;
great nobles graced with wit; fine swords in sheath;

porcelain marquesses; a festival,
choice, lively, brave, mad, gallant; above all,
their lips wear, like a flower, that scorn of death!


We talked about whether we should go downtown Sunday to counter-protest the Unite the Right march (especially since Metro and the DC police spent the entire weekend sucking up to Klansmen and Nazis in situations where they might have opened fire on Black Lives Matter marchers), but we were drained after three nights of loud hot dehumidifiers that aren't getting picked up till an unholy hour Monday morning, so since it was really the only day we had a block of time, we went to the county fair. It wasn't quite as much fun as when we took our kids to enjoy the midway rides, but we still got to see pig races, a newborn calf, sheep being shorn, goats being judged, crafts being displayed, and funnel cake being eaten (by us)!

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We were not ravenous for dinner after all the health food at the fair (cheese fries, fried Oreos) so we had a quick dinner and watched two episodes of Versailles, in which Louis and Philippe do a fine job channeling Thor and Loki except the other way around, though there's not nearly enough Philippe/Lorraine and the Princess Palatine needs better storylines. Then we watched this week's Elementary, a show where the character work is always great but everyone looks bored with every murder-of-the-week storyline. I am still rooting for a Marcus spinoff and terrified that instead we're headed toward a Marcus death-and-investigation to motivate everyone as the series enters its final episodes.

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Lyrics for Sunday and Mary Chapin Carpenter

I Take My Chances
By Don Schlitz and Mary Chapin Carpenter

I took a walk in the rain one day
On the wrong side of the tracks
I stood on the rail 'til I saw that train
Just to see how my heart would react
Now some people say that you shouldn't tempt fate
And for them I can not disagree
But I never learned nothing from playing it safe
I say fate should not tempt me

I take my chances
I don't mind working without a net
I take my chances
I take my chances every chance I get

I sat alone in the dark one night
Tuning in by remote
I found a preacher who spoke of the light
But there was brimstone in his throat
He'd show me the way according to him
In return for my personal checks
I flipped my channel back to CNN
And I threw away my cigarettes

I take my chances
Yes, forgiveness doesn't come with a debt
I take my chances
I take my chances every chance I get

I've crossed lines of words and wire
And both have cut me deep
I've been frozen out and I've been on fire
And the tears are mine to weep
But I can cry until I laugh
Or laugh until I cry
So cut the deck right in half
I'll play from either side

I take my chances
I pay my dollar and I place my bet
I take my chances
I take my chances every chance I get

I take my chances
I don't cling to remorse or regret
I take my chances
I take my chances every chance I get


Paul and I are just back from seeing Mary Chapin Carpenter at Wolf Trap, where we saw her several times in the mid-late '90s, but not since, and she is still phenomenal -- she did most of the songs from Come On Come On and Stones in the Road, of which I can sing every word and several of which are major touchstones in my life. The awesome Rhiannon Giddens (whom we knew from Nashville, though we didn't make the connection until afterward) and Francesco Turrisi opened for her and they were wonderful too. We had indoor tickets after having been flooded out of one of those '90s concerts, but we ate on the lawn and the rain held off!

Earlier, we had a quiet morning doing chores -- the fan/dehumidifier is hopefully being picked up tomorrow morning, then more cleanup begins -- and I went to Cabin John Park to catch some Eevees for Pokemon Go Community Day before we did some shopping at Michael's and Giant. I found several shiny Eevees and traded an old, mediocre Jolteon that turned into a high-IV lucky Pokemon. Now we're half-watching pre-season football and horrified reading about the University of Maryland's football program. There were no photos allowed inside the Filene Center once the concert started, but here are a few of the flowers and souvenirs at Wolf Trap National Park for the Performing Arts:

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Saturday, August 11, 2018

Poem for Saturday, Brookside Gardens, Deadpool 2

The Garden
By Lola Ridge

Bountiful Givers,
I look along the years
And see the flowers you threw...
And sprigs of gray
Sparse heather of the rocks,
Or a wild violet
Or daisy of a daisied field…
But each your best.

I might have worn them on my breast
To wilt in the long day...
I might have stemmed them in a narrow vase
And watched each petal sallowing…
I might have held them so—mechanically—
Till the wind winnowed all the leaves
And left upon my hands
A little smear of dust.

I hid them in the soft warm loam
Of a dim shadowed place...
In a still cool grotto,
Lit only by the memories of stars
And the wide and luminous eyes
Of dead poets
That love me and that I love...
Where none may see—not even ye who gave—
About my soul your garden beautiful.


I had a lovely Friday, beginning by meeting my friend Mary at Brookside Gardens, where we walked around the ponds and through the part of the greenhouse not closed for the butterfly exhibit. The water levels were very high from all the rain, so the snakes and frogs seemed to have moved to higher ground, but we saw lots of turtles, some geese, and a couple of chipmunks. Then we went to lunch at Lebanese Taverna and went looking for Niffler Christmas ornaments, though my local Hallmark was sold out! Mary took some of these photos:








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After Mary went back to her mom's, I stopped at a couple of other stores on Rockville Pike, then came home and did the work I put off earlier. When Paul came home, my parents took us out to dinner at the Silver Diner. When we got home from that, we watched a bit of the Falcons-Jets game, and now we're watching the Deadpool 2 Vudu Viewing Party, for which there are lots of Hugh Jackman memes being tweeted and from which I have already won a trucker hat with superheroes on it that says "Family Is Not An F Word"!

Friday, August 10, 2018

Poem for Friday and Golden Gardens Park

From Epipsychidion
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

A ship is floating in the harbour now,
A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow;
There is a path on the sea's azure floor,
No keel has ever plough'd that path before;
The halcyons brood around the foamless isles;
The treacherous Ocean has forsworn its wiles;
The merry mariners are bold and free:
Say, my heart's sister, wilt thou sail with me?


The dehumidifier is making the upstairs of our house extremely warm, so after a morning of chores I really had to get out of the house. I met friends for Registeel raids near Rockville Pike, then since I was in the area I went to Bagel City and Pier One, which has a lot of its summer nautical plates and decor on sale as they get their fall items in stock, like the seahorse tray I got for $11.

DC football's preseason started Thursday night, but after a quarter, Paul was more in the mood to watch the first Mission: Impossible movie after having seen the later ones. I think I completely missed it before -- I vaguely remembered the second movie, but I would remember the aquarium restaurant if I'd ever seen it. A sunny day at Golden Gardens Park in Seattle last month: