i missed it!
A coworker forwarded this to me:
See ‘Larry, Cat in Space’ one last time
posted Sunday March 14, 2004Join Morehead Planetarium and Science Center Saturday, March 19 at 10:30 a.m. for the final showing ever of ‘Larry, Cat in Space.’ Larry has been a beloved fixture on the planetarium show schedule for many years. However, with the addition of ‘Magic Tree House Space Mission,’ there will no longer be room for Larry.
To help send Larry off in in style, the planetarium is offering free admission to anyone — child or adult — who dresses up as Larry (or any cat).
What’s this world coming to if they bump Larry for a “Magic Tree House?” I mean, what the hell? I don’t even wanna know. *sigh*
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In other depressing news, Prince Rainier III of Monaco died today. This hits home for me because it’s a place where my family and I used to spend a lot of time (we attended church there every week for about 2 and a half years at the TWR complex) and I have fond memories of Sunday picnic lunches on “the Rock,” watching the changing of the guard at the front of the palace, playing around the pyramids of cannonballs all welded together near the walls and looking out over the sea at the horizon. Of course it’s not like all that will disappear, but when there’s an event that affects that little world, I feel it too. By all accounts he was a benevolent prince and I witnessed a lot of the improvements he made to the little city-state while they were still under construction. Oh, and he was married to the most beautiful woman ever, Princess Grace.
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I have been ODing on U2 lately. Between finishing up the “Flanagan bible,” splurging on the Best of 1990-2000 DVD, and having the albums from that period (’90-’97) in heavy rotation at home, at work and in the car, I need a break. It’s not that I get tired of the music itself–it’s brilliant stuff–but they also happen to encompass U2’s “ironic period” when the band protested the excesses and misplaced priorities of politics and culture by seemingly indulging in them, in the their music and in their shows. It makes for grand artistry and some of the most poetically bittersweet lyrics ever sung, but it’s hard to listen to too much of it in a sitting. It’s almost like watching a really good art film with a tragic ending over and over–I adore the methods used to make it and the mechanisms employed to convey the messages within, but I can’t bathe myself in too much of the mood, the feel, without wanting something clean and pure and straightforward and good. That period of U2’s development produces some incredibly insightful commentaries about human nature, but almost all of it isn’t overly “life-giving,” which is something I need. So I’ll shelve the U2 for a little while after I finish the book.