Here I am standing in a ridiculously ostentatious room in Charlottenburg Palace, one filled with cups, saucers, plates, and numerous other vessels? Displaying this stuff was a status symbol for Prussian royalty. Hordes of craftsmen built palace wings dedicated solely to ceramics. Maybe if the Prussians spent less time goofing with their tableware, they wouldn’t have been routed by Napoleon?
This room also reminded me of that old Carlin bit on stuff.
Spent the weekend in Chicago so that my wife could run the marathon. I walked around the “bean” where this weird dude kept following me, giving me nasty looks.
here’s proof that Boulder is a magical place. . . out of nowhere, a giant chocolate-covered almond appeared in my hands.
while charging our car in phoenix, we walked into a mall. . . . malls strive to be somewhere between boutique shopping and an amusement park, but never accomplish either
this is a lousy photo. . . you can even see my reflection in the window. . . but, eh, I like it
Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues.
Did not go forth of us, ‘twere all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch’d
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use.
Measure for Measure – Shakespeare
Angry Santa with fake snow… also notice the photographer in the reflection.