The bunny’s shirt says ‘Happy Hopster,’ and if you press its on/off paw it jumps around with springy noises while singing a song.
(Hopster.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
A Request to Flickr
Hey, Flickr! I went and merged my Flickr login with my Yahoo account. It was seamless and hitch-free, even after closing my browser and reopening it to make sure the Flickr cookie was persistent between sessions. There. I’m happy. Okay? Are you happy? Good. I did it for you. Now you have to do something for me.
One of your sibling Yahoo “2.0” acquisitions, del.icio.us, has a daily blog posting feature, part of which is a cat_id field so I can assign a category to entries that del.icio.us remotely posts to Movable Type. Flickr lacks this, has lacked it for some time, and needs to get on it ASAP. I’m very tired of having to open up MT when I get home from a day of posting mobile entries via MMS, just so I can set the category of the day’s mail-to-weblog posts to “mobile” manually.
I merged for you, Flickr! Will you cat_id for me?
FBCDC+205
Sunday was the 205th Anniversary of my church, FBCDC. To spruce up the website’s front page last week, I asked Mary, the current acting church secretary, if she could spare a few historic church photos from the archives, and she sent me these lovely pictures, some dating back to the first days of the church in the early 1800s, when it was just four ministers and six laypersons gathering in the old Treasury Building, and later the current location — but the old building — at 16th and O NW.
I was also in charge of the Gospel reading for the day — the Parable of the Prodigal Son, from Luke, which I gave my most bombastic effort. (Not for nothing, after all, was I bronze medalist in interpretive reading back in Ateneo Grade School.) If your browser or media player can handle WMA audio, you can listen to me read from the pulpit, and hear the choir sing Bruckner’s “Locus Iste,” sound files courtesy Pastor Jim. (Note that I am also singing in the choir, so whenever I read the Gospel, it means that after singing I must spring to the pulpit immediately from the chancel while the echoes of the gradual are still fading. It’s fun.)
(Also see FBCDC+204, my entry from last year’s anniversary.)
Circus
From the noise outside my window I thought it was another protest march, but then I heard the guy on the bullhorn say something like “elephants,” so I ran to the window in time to catch a line of elephants plod by, scantily clad women atop them, a parade of marchers and drummers in tow. It was the Ringling Bros. Barnum and Bailey Circus’ Pachyderm Parade, going down E Street towards Gallery Place to set up the circus.
Update: Video here on DC Metroblogging.
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Coming up from Waterfront Metro. A bright blue sky shines down from above the escalator canopy. I don’t remember the canopy being so clear.
(Canopy.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
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Next Sunday’s gradual, Pablo Casals’ “O Vos Omnes,” or, as translated to English on this sheet, “O Ye People.” Sadly I will be away from church and choir that day, so I won’t be singing the baritone part.
(VosOmnes.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
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A rare photo of me in a (gasp!) necktie. Mobile self portrait taken in the choir rehearsal room at church immediately after service. Formal wear to look nice for my reading of the gospel today, the parable of the prodigal son. Today was First Baptist DC’s 205th anniversary celebration.
(MeInTie.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
Caturday!
Having been banished from the bed, Pandora’s new lounging spot of choice is under my TV table, chin resting on the rollerblades that sit there, unused since the previous summer.
The vet got back to me last week, and told me that her urinalysis and culture came back negative for any infection. She had no swelling, no redness, no irritation, or any other indication of a urinary tract infection or other disease — which means Pandora’s recent evacuation displacement issues have been behavioral. Amy and I have realized of late that the beginning of her incontinence episodes coincide, to the day, with my purchase of an Air Wick device for the bathroom — where the litter box is located. It’s entirely possible that the strong odors of the Air Wick scented oil may have thrown off the cat’s normal odor-centric excretory rhythms.
I have discarded the Air Wick. We shall see what happens.
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Scratched Metro pillar signage from when Rockville was the last stop on the Red Line, with Shady Grove stuck on over it later. Reflected in the pillar, a departing train and the walls of the station.
(Rohady.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
