Thursday, April 30, 2009
Post 1876, A Day of Sickness and Naps. In between short naps I have been working on my major local history book. It covers every person who lived in a township in the county I was born in in Michigan between 1862 and 1910. Several thousand individuals. The Mormon Church, unpleasant in many ways, has an obsession with genealogy and has been scanning in records and volunteers have been transcribing those records and then they are posted to the Intertubes. It is very useful to me, a raving homosexual, who many Mormons would look upon with disgust, in my research and I am busy tying up loose ends, but not in a bondage sort of way.
My good friend Aaron has returned to his wonderful blog. I hope he publishes many pictures of the tasty and nutritious foods he creates. I am trying to eat healthier myself. I also enjoy his reviews of vintage television shows. Just today I watched a series of Lumiere Brother films, created between 1896 and 1900. Every single person in the films is dead.
That is something strange to contemplate, just like every person in my local history book is dead as well. Life is short and fleeting, and filling it with hate, such as Miss Artifically Enhanced Breasts Runner-Up Carrie Prejean seems bound and determined to make a short-lived career of, is really a waste of time. As I have commented on many conservative blogs or newspaper articles, "No one remembers the KKK fondly." Similarly, Carrie Prejean will be a footnote in somebody's PhD dissertation and will likely be so obscure that when she passes on to the great beyond, the New York Times Online Edition won't bother with an obituary. It may be difficult to determine her ancestry, although by the time she is gone all records will likely be easily accessible online.
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My good friend Aaron has returned to his wonderful blog. I hope he publishes many pictures of the tasty and nutritious foods he creates. I am trying to eat healthier myself. I also enjoy his reviews of vintage television shows. Just today I watched a series of Lumiere Brother films, created between 1896 and 1900. Every single person in the films is dead.
That is something strange to contemplate, just like every person in my local history book is dead as well. Life is short and fleeting, and filling it with hate, such as Miss Artifically Enhanced Breasts Runner-Up Carrie Prejean seems bound and determined to make a short-lived career of, is really a waste of time. As I have commented on many conservative blogs or newspaper articles, "No one remembers the KKK fondly." Similarly, Carrie Prejean will be a footnote in somebody's PhD dissertation and will likely be so obscure that when she passes on to the great beyond, the New York Times Online Edition won't bother with an obituary. It may be difficult to determine her ancestry, although by the time she is gone all records will likely be easily accessible online.
