Think about it. We should be living in the golden age of UFO sightings. Every sentient person is walking around with a cell phone that doubles as a camera—a camera that can instantly duplicate a photograph to a technically unlimited number of recipients, including news outlets who are more than happy to post unsolicited material these days in lieu of paying actual reporters. And where is Big Foot?
Conspicuous by Their Absence
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168 responses to “Conspicuous by Their Absence”
The story is that as the youngest child he was called “that boy” by his two older brothers and that evolved into Dabo. Nice story about his upbringing – http://www.orlandosentinel.com/sports/os-dabo-swinney-mother-david-whitley-0109-20160109-column.html
I have been thinking about Ghost and the Ghost of Hef, Christmas of long, long ago. To be honest, I had no idea he still lived or the Mansion still existed or even if magazine is still being published? We know two to be true, is it in publication?
What this made me think of was my late husband who in 1960s emulated Hef, who he obviously thought cool, the smoking jackets, ascots, the pipe, the satin lounge slacks. Me, I didn’t think Hef was cool, I thought he was OLD man. I was 19 so he’d have been 37 then, old enough to be my father. Gasp!!! Old dude!
So my thought question is, what would you have done with your own bunny? Or do you want your own bunny or just a pool full of naked women who are of approximate same age and sizes? In other words an assortment of playmates? And isn’t all this rather sophomoric and juvenile which is how I see my husband in retrospect honestly.
Not a good afternoon.
What would you do with a 27 room house? Turn it into a bed and breakfast perhaps. Keep the pool, etc. Or run guided tours, but I’m guessing that would not attract many people now. Thirty years ago it would have been a money-maker, now folks just aren’t that interested. But in terms of your husband, Jackie, keep in mind that there were many other aspects of the lifestyle that made Mike’s eventual work as a wine salesman possible. Hefner did try to popularize art, jazz, literature and upscale houses to a greater audience than had been reached previously.
Among young men, that is. Where’s that edit button that would let you add more comments to the post you already made?
Aw, Jackie, that is a sad story.
Story in today’s Boston Globe says magazine is still published but has lost popularity and is struggling. Competition from more explicit mags. and Internet porn. Playboy is trying to become MORE respectable.
Actually it is a sad story, Charlotte, my point exactly. Mike got his very own bunny, the trophy wife that turned heads but it wasn’t enough. Like Mark said………
We were the girls next door you dreamed of having next door, not porn stars.
Here’s something I wish I could see in person: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/earth/environment/archaeology/12093895/Bronze-Age-settlement-dubbed-Peterborough-Pompeii-due-to-amazing-preservation.html
One of the most interesting experiences I ever had was working as a volunteer on a dig at an Native American site in Alabama. Spent the first few nights camping on-site, in a cow pasture. First night we were woken by a herd of cows who decided to explore our campsite. The archaeologists from the University of Alabama who were running the dig were using new technology for the time. They had a machine to measure the electrical resistance between points underground to help find areas which had been disturbed. Once they had collected the data and entered it into a computer they were able to generate a map of likely sites to be dug. Now they use ground-penetrating radar to achieve the same results. They found signs of building sites, trash dumps, potsherds and various projectile points. And at the time I had to leave they were excavating a skeleton.
“Bunny” implies subordinate, to my way of thinking. Despite what some might think, all my serious relationships have been with women who were my equals. Except for a couple who were indisputably my superiors.
Debbe 😉 I always kinda felt I had one, else I wouldn’t have made it this far.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4GWRoPIJWM
🙂
Good morning Villagers….
Finally got the hen house temp up, had to shut down two fans, only five are running, and the air movement was poor. Got it up to 74 degrees when I left at 2:30, they had it up to 55 when I got there at 8ish. First thing I did was check on my ICU ward, Miss Peep is growing, and my little Claire was waiting on me to pick her up (broken leg) to water and feed her…singing “this is ground control to Major Tom…..”
Asked my new co-worker, Jonathan, (he’s 29) if he’d ever heard of David Bowie, he said yes, with tears in my eyes I told him he died. You never know about this younger generation, they may know the song, but not the artist.
Going in later again this morning, the county roads will be slick as snot….pace myself, I will.
ya’ll have a blessed day
GR 😉 read an interesting article that Iman Bowie tweeted “that the struggle is real, but so is God.” Also, another interesting fact was the Harrison’s family statement when George died; “He left this world as he lived in it, conscious of God, fearless of death, and at peace, surrounded by family and friends,” the Harrison family said in a statement. “He often said, `Everything else can wait but the search for God cannot wait,’ and `love one another.’ ”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWm03wYBTbM&feature=youtu.be
click more to see lyrics…..
Mark….have you ever heard of the Canadian group ‘Arcade Fire’? I ‘bumped’ into this last night. Awesome song and lyrics…with Bowie in 2005.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z6c9Ejfu-iU
Count your blessings. Just looked at the w. report. -17 F now, pred. hi 0, lo tonight -11, hi Wed. + 17. Nail-popping weather, in older homes. Actually, maybe lows have to be lower for that, maybe below -25.
Peace, emb
Mark: Neat article. I rode through Wisbech [upper R corner of map] often in ’52-’53, I think. At least it was near my fortnightly trip from RAF Sculthorpe to RAF Waddington. The Fens are something else. Peace, emb
Debbe, no I never heard of them. Will listen after work.
25 degrees two mornings in a row. I remember as a kid it was not unusual in the winter to have temps in the teens. Global warming?
Went with my lady friend to check on her house she’s selling in Mt Pleasant (NE Texas). Her last renters stole her refrigerator but left a hungry angry pitbull in the backyard, fortunately, she’s friends with a neighbor lady who got the dog attended to. Hopefully all the shrubs and bushes they simply mowed down will come back, piles of junk in the backyard and my friend can’t believe it – her renter was a professional co-worker colleague from the college they taught at. .. @GR6 10:30PM ditto, I’ve met some really poised polished brainiacs