For those of you who don’t know, my son, Aaron, is an art student. He is currently in art school in New York City – the land of artist. I was looking at his latest blog post and I really enjoyed his integration of the drawing (which I like), and the lyrics (which I like), and the youtube video of the song (which I liked). It is so creative.
Way to go Aaron! (And that’s not just a mom talking.)
I missed it. It was Tarzan’s birthday yesterday.
Tarzan was created by Edgar Rice Burroughs in 1912. I think I might have one of those original books. I got it from my father’s book collection when he passed. That type of action adventure story would be just what my dad would have liked. In fact, my dad liked Tarzan so much he had vinyl records (they feel like vinyl plates they are so thick) of Tarzan. They sound great on my crank phonograph. I imagine back in 1912, that was quite the story, and seeing how many times it’s been redone in various forms, I think people today still like a good Tarzan story, too.
I think a new Tarzan should be coming around again, don’t you think? Maybe I’ll do a knock off it someday. Sounds like a fun project.
Tonight’s December thirty-first,
Something is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small,
Like a time bomb in the hall.
Hark, it’s midnight, children dear.
Duck! Here comes another year!
Frederic Ogden Nash
Born August 19, 1902, died May 19, 1971
An American poet known for his humorous, light verse.
Of course, everyone knows Herman Melville for his famous Moby Dick, and for good reason. I remember the first time I read that book, I had never read a whole story that was written with such lovely prose. Though as with Shakespeare, it takes a while to get used to the flow of the language. Melville had worked on at least 3 different whaling ships as a young man, so the man did know to what he was speaking of. An interesting little tidbit about this book is that it wasn’t very popular when it came out. The publisher was not able to sell the initial printing of 3000 copies before Melville died. It was brought back and recognized as an accomplished work in the early 1900s, only after his death. It’s been a very long time since I read Moby Dick. I really need to pick it up again.
(Herman Melville – Born: 1819, New York City- died: 1891, New York City – 72 years, though his adult, married life was spent in Pittsfield, Mass at the home they called Arrowhead where his and his wife, Elizebeth Shaw, raised their four children and farmed. They moved to New York City in 1863. Arrowhead is presently a museum.)
Image courtesy of mphbooks.com
I’m not sure why they say online reading will be what people gravitate to. They haven’t yet, why would they in the future. When I look in my crystal ball I see e-readers getting less expensive and more people using that form of reading. I also think books will decline but they will never go away, if only for the uniqueness factor.
I’m a few days past this anniversary date, but I didn’t want to overshadow the importance of Memorial Day.
The anniversary I’m talking about it the day the Golden Gate bridge was opened, 75 years ago Sunday. I’ve collected a small gallery of photo’s since it is “the most photographed bridge in America.”
I have a found memory of this bridge myself. I was in Oakland, visiting a friend and we decided to take a bay brunch cruse. It was a cool day and they were about to serve brunch, so most people where inside, but I couldn’t force myself in because of the spectacular scenes going on outside.
I was standing on the top deck with just a few other strangers. We were inching toward the Golden Gate Bridge and I started to make some small talk with an elder gentleman standing close by. He said, the last time I did this I was on my way to the Pacific in a troop ship. It was an amazing way to see the bridge, and what memories that must have brought back for the gentleman. I was glad I braved the cold to be able to share that with him.
A few tidbits of information about the bridge: the designer is Joseph Strauss with help from Leon Moisseiff and engineer Charles Ellis, on opening day in 1937 it was open to just pedestrians, 19 workers fell into the safety net that was under the bridge and were saved, 10 died when a piece of scaffolding fell with the men, tearing the net. It is approx. 1.7 miles long, also – unfortunately – it is known as the bridge with the most suicides in the world.