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Feb 28 2010
Per YouTube:
Fran & Marlow Cowan (married 62 years) playing impromptu recital together in the atrium of the Mayo Clinic. He turned 90 in February. The song is Old Grey Bonnet.
Here they are again on February 24th, 2010. Marlow is now 91, and his lover, Fran, is 84. This [act + butt slap] got them on Good Morning America.
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Feb 28 2010
While sitting inside the red car that has carried me nearly 100,000 miles, I read Saramago’s Death with Interruptions and begin to think about the origin of life, because I do believe there is only one origin, not two or three or four, but one. From this single origin came life as we know it, or rather, as I know, life as I know it, because the life that you know is without a doubt very different from the life I know. You have only to consider my eyesight compared to yours, my strength compared to yours, my hearing compared to yours, my location compared to yours, my health compared to yours, my history compared to yours to understand that we know life differently. We have different viewpoints, different stories, different networks. But I am out to say more than just that we’re different. The reason why I stopped reading Saramago’s Death with Interruptions, which I find highly entertaining, to open my MSi Wind and write in my Everything Computer.txt, is because I felt a need to say that I believe in a unifying energy that I happen to call Dear Lord simply because I was raised Catholic. I am a cradle Catholic, as I‘ve said before, and there is nothing I can do to change this, barring time travel and heavy persuasion. But I do not want to change this. I am who I am. I am what I am. I am how I am. And I enjoy nothing more in life than working with who, what, and how I am. To change any of these birth rights would only leave me without any sense of identity. Not that I have a strong sense of identity, but at least I know who, what, and how I am, as I am, at the age of 30, which is no different than any other age except for the fact that I‘ve lost a heartbeat in my MHR, which is a nifty acronym for Maximum Heart Rate. Again I‘ve been derailed by my own meandering mind. Let me get back on course. The reason why I stopped reading Saramago while I sit in the red car that has carried me for nearly 100,000 miles, is because I felt a strong need to say that I believe there is an explanation for all things in life. There is a scientific explanation for everything. As time moves in however many directions it moves in at once, forward being one of them, our collective human minds will discover explanations for everything that was previously unexplainable, mysterious, unknown. Summits will reunite, labs will stay in business, artists will continue to create until everything, even the most obscure and unreachable, has been pinpointed. People will have the answers, or they will be able to source the answers. This will happen with or without belief in a unifying force that I, because of my Catholic upbringing, happen to call Dear Lord.
Frequency of the word I = 35.
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Feb 27 2010
Text CHILE to 25383 to donate $10 to Habitat for Humanity.
Query [chile earthquake] in Google and you’ll get this result directly above the news result. All the useful information in snapshot view. That 8.8 you see offshore Maule is over 100 times stronger than the earthquake that devastated Haiti. The relief efforts have already spread like wildfire. USA Today has a comprehensive list of ways you can help.
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Feb 27 2010
I’m sitting in front of the laptop screen when Sammy stands on the threshold and asks if I want to take a ride. I look at an email I’m in the middle of writing and realize that I really don’t have anything better to do.
That’s the truth.
I put on my red-hooded sweatshirt and follow Sammy out the garage door and into his fuel-efficient Toyota Prius. Ten gallons of regular unleaded gets Sammy a little over 480 miles, city driving.
That’s something to be happy about, I think. I think, 48 miles per gallon, 48 miles for $2.71, hey, that’s a lot more reasonable than driving a big ol’ Hummer around. The road will be a better place without those monolithic Behemoths crowding up the lanes. After all, I think, they were strictly a military vehicle used to launch rockets off, I don’t know who had the idea of making the Hummer civilian, but it wasn’t a good idea, like a fish out of water, and the market is just now realizing this.
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Feb 26 2010
Clipping cut from the September 19th, 1946 issue of Grosse Pointe News:
Water Heater Stolen
A new hot water heater was stolen during the weekend from the new house being built at 36 Radnor circle for the Baker family, now of Buckingham road, Detroit. They expect to move into their new home later this month.
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Household Hint
Never soak blankets before washing. Dirt can be removed by careful washing in heavy, lively soap suds. Agitate as little as possible, and follow with a thorough rinse.
Washers and dryers were still luxury items back then. About 60% of wired homes had them in the 1940s. And, not to state the obvious, new hot water heaters were in high demand.
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