There's a Little Black Spot on the Sun Today
You’ve likely heard that there is a celestial event occurring, visible in many parts of the world, “when the silhouette of the planet Venus once again crosses the face of the Sun as seen from the Earth. This event or transit of Venus last occurred in 1882, so no one alive today has ever witnessed the transit of Venus”
They are watching from telescopes in Rome and through pinhole cameras in Sydney. A pair of Ann Taylor sunglasses in Brooklyn are unhelpful in viewing this event, I am unhappy to report.
Another less scientifical link for the yahoos may be found here.
That’s Sting’s soul up there.
In other news, as far as I know my buddy Otto is coming to town Friday, my mom comes Saturday, and my aunt comes Sunday. There’s a small chance my air conditioner will come before they do, but it’s unlikely. I am very lucky to live on the shady side of the street. Mostly I’m very cool and comfortable but I know that will change. And if I were willing to be uncomfortable in the heat, I’m not willing to let my machines get overly warm.
But as of Sunday I’ll be shacking up in a fancy hotel in Manhattan with the mamasita and brilliant auntie until the mama goes home on Wednesday. I still have a little bit of cleaning, dismantling of my home drug lab and porn photo-shooting equipment and I’ll be ready for her to come see my place.
and I was bummed Smarty Jones lost. Did you see how this horse runs? Smarty Jones runs with the glee and lightness of a dog chasing a frisbee - without stress or pain or panic. In the last moments it seemed the rider of Birdstone was keeping his steed’s power in reserve or simply urged him with his thrashing of the crop, the horse overtook Smarty. I could have been happier if it had been Rock Hard Ten won, he was my second favorite.
hehe i just wanted to use the word “steed” lol
Yes, I’ma comin’. I have Reagan Day off, but I still have to major project to complete on my house before I leave Friday.
you have all that new home-owner business. YAY otto’s a-comin’!
are you gonna be here friday night? do you have my number and stuff?
p.s. i’m very happy you’re still coming. i miss you, child.
I’m driving my pregnant boos out to Leesburg to pick up a couch early Friday morning (Ween is playing Thursday night - ouch!). Then I’m hauling concrete, floor boards, and carpet to the dump. Hot, hot shower then off to see you. Yes, Friday night.
E-mail me your phone # again.
wow, you’re gonna be one tired puppy. i thought we’d go for a 5 mile run when you got here, after you helped me throw away my old refridgerator, then we’d go dancing in the late night hours and up for kung fu at dawn. sound good?
or.. we could just get a beer and catch up. whatever. emailing you now :)
Smarty Jones was a scrapper. (My favorite new word) Smart, yet a thug, too. Yes, I realize I’m paraphrasing from a Nas song.
let me know when the drug lab and photo equipment are back up, and I’ll start planning my visit.
:)
i deleted the wrong entry when otto posted, keeping the typood one by mistake. he has a pregnant BOSS. boos booze. what do you do for a living these days? i thought you were an illustrator for pity’s sake. you were prolly thinking about boobs when you typed.
Don’t worry, my drug lab and porn suite were modeled after cutting edge exercise equipment and reassemble from their discreet storage places within minutes—just like the soloflex!
i too love the word “scrapper”
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