1. Plays: 24

    (130s) Heir Apparent In About an Hour.

     
  2. Plays: 68

    (136 seconds)

    The ambient noise in my memory palace at some point became primarily podcasts, but—every once in a while—I’ll hear something that sounds like it could have been part of a quick swell of horns and have a half-formed thought* that is located in a very specific and a very cluttered corner, and then I can literally feel myself being swept up by a tiny tempest of obsession

    It usually passes eventually.

    It’s probably for the best. I pretty much never sweep.  

    *While they are kind of distinguishable, I feel that at this point I don’t know enough to accurately identify the 16. 

     
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    "…so, does one of these have a daughter in it?"

    "…so, does one of these have a daughter in it?"

     
  4. Plays: 19

    A scant 80 episodes later, Punk Rock Davy emerges and explains John’s confusion with what still might have been off brand “Emmanuelle”. 

    Like organic chemistry.

     
  5. Introductory coursework for a degree of Mastery of Management in Hospitality (MMH) at The Scat Academy School of Hotel Administration is probably as inscrutable as one would imagine.

    I’m a pretty rigorous note taker and all I’ve got here is:
    "SUMMARY: Hamburger hamburger! Bang bang!"

     
  6. 18:50 16th Mar 2014

    Notes: 1

    Tags: rotl

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MDM: …but, every time we buy one of these the same thing happens: I bring it home, I take it out of the plastic, and it’s like a giant plastic vulva opening. The entire house is enveloped in this smell. And so you’ve got things like—JMR: Ugh, Why would you use vulva as a metaphor!MDM: John, it’s a plastic vulva, I’m not being normative. Plastic vulva— tell me what a plastic vulva would smell like: it would taste like a 9V battery and smell like a bath mat. Let’s be honest.JMR: Eeeeuuugh. (RotL057,007:20.)

I chuckled but sorta dismissed this phenomenon back then. But: hoo.  This new foam business? That’s a “fresh” smell, alright.  Even at 30 hours with open windows.
I stand corrected.

    MDM: …but, every time we buy one of these the same thing happens: I bring it home, I take it out of the plastic, and it’s like a giant plastic vulva opening. The entire house is enveloped in this smell. And so you’ve got things like—
    JMR: Ugh, Why would you use vulva as a metaphor!
    MDM: John, it’s a plastic vulva, I’m not being normative. Plastic vulva— tell me what a plastic vulva would smell like: it would taste like a 9V battery and smell like a bath mat. Let’s be honest.
    JMR: Eeeeuuugh.
    (RotL057,007:20.)

    I chuckled but sorta dismissed this phenomenon back then. But: hoo.
    This new foam business? That’s a “fresh” smell, alright.
    Even at 30 hours with open windows.

    I stand corrected.

     
  7. …She would sing for the soldiers up by the front and then they would drive her back to Paris and wine and dine, you know, for a week or two; and then go back and sing for the soldiers again: there was not a tremendous amount of hardship. But, she was being squired around by generals and, you know, she wrote a book, ‘A Nightingale in the Trenches’, which is a terrible book¹, um, but it tells these fascinating stories about ‘oh, and here comes John Pershing in the back of an open car' and they go off together to, uh, you know, go to the Moulin Rouge, and et cetera et cetera, and it's all very glamorous.  But then she meets my grandfather…”

    …At least at cursory levels, it seems to check² out.
    "Excellent Text, Many Great Black and White Photos."

    (Also: trappings of culture and elegance are all over the search result.)

    *¹—I wonder if John doesn’t like it because of the Junius factor.
      ²—Always ²check:
    "Any bright girl who really applies herself to the handling of the checking problem can have a very pleasant time with it and fill the week with happy moments and memorable occasions"
    — Ed Kennedy, Time

     
  8. 18:13 16th Jan 2014

    Notes: 6

    Reblogged from frakintosh

    Tags: rotljohn roderick

    frakintosh:

    capnmariam:

    …While the selection does include the word “sexy” it does not just say “boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs”, which is what I would have joked a braille Playboy mostly says.
    … I can only imagine the nonplus left in my wake when the elderly lady flipped them over after I was well out of the door and maybe even already in my car. An exclamation point probably appeared over her head. Never was I so skilled at dropping-the-gun-and-walking-out-of-there-and-moving-to-Sicily-just-‘till-this-blows-over as I am right now.
    Peak Ninjutsu.

    I knew they were a real thing. I just knew it.

    "…In fact—like a lot of men in my family—if you start to doubt that those stories are true, then a guy will walk in off the street and be like ‘oh absolutely, I watched your dad shoot a Zero down with a .45.’; like I waited for my whole life for that guy to come in and say like ‘yeah, sure, I saw it happen,’ because his stories were constantly confirmed by independent sources, by these weird situations.” —JMR RotLE40~m60

     
  9. 19:36 13th Jan 2014

    Notes: 2

    Tags: rotl

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    Oh, Ginsberg.  If I lived in 1967, I would read all the ads. 

    Oh, Ginsberg.  If I lived in 1967, I would read all the ads

     
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    ♫ Model Citizen, zero discipline ♫

    ♫ Model Citizen, zero discipline ♫

     
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    It’s like realizing a book that you’ve seen walking through the library is a book that you own.  Something something discomforting and familiar.
(The conditions of Perfect-Ten-nsylvania are, by and large, exactly as remembered.)

    It’s like realizing a book that you’ve seen walking through the library is a book that you own. 
    Something something discomforting and familiar.

    (The conditions of Perfect-Ten-nsylvania are, by and large, exactly as remembered.)

     
  12. Marble Comic’s Wilburforce #1

    Fun fact:
    Perhaps because of my background, my ideas generally have gestation periods corresponding to those of a premature camel. 
    Or, I suppose, a California Sea Lion, which would make less sense given my background, but the 50 week timeline would match up.

    (Though “Wilburforce” didn’t appear until RotLE74, “Marble” references date back at least to RotLE54.) 

    My realization that this should totally be a thing occurred just shy of 2 weeks after 54 as I was on the West side of town.  I was in the car, I drove by a Home Depot and I immediately knew what it was going to be before I knew what it was going to be, if that makes sense.  Like hit by the thunderbolt.  It wasn’t an Annunciation of Mary moment exactly.  Maybe “The Enunciation of Mariam”.  That’d totally be cribbed from MFL.  Anyhow.

    Happy S²FD!

     
  13. Confession:
    I have no less than 8 different bookmarks for Jack Lalanne videos.
    And it isn’t just love for the background musical cues*, the flourishes of which are something out of the Infamous Jorge Martinez Cinema Ambulante.

    I genuinely find it super entertaining.


    (* 1:43? I’m hesitant to drop into the cribbed expression “super ping pong”.  But.)

     
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    JMR: Here’s what I ate yesterday.  MDM: Okay, I’m gonna write this down. JMR:  I had one entire pot of coffee. MDM: Okay.JMR:  I had a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich. MDM: Wait wait wait, I’m sorry, Let me—I’m just on catching up; one pot of coffee. Now a lot of people when they say they had “a cup of coffee” they don’t mean an actual cup. When you say “a pot” you don’t mean a tureen, you mean like a Mr. Coffee Style— JMR:   …Mr. Coffee Style 12 cup pot of coffee.  MDM: You had 12 coffee cups of coffee.JMR:  If you could put 12 cups of coffee in a Mr. Coffee Pot, I don’t know, I’ve never tried. But whatever that Mr. Coffee Pot is.  MDM: Most—just for reference—most drip coffee makers are either 10 or 12 cup models.JMR:  Right: mine is a 10 cup model.  MDM: That’s good, you’re showing restraint. JMR:  So, I had one of those. MDM: Can I ask you a question? Was it hot when you were drinking this? Was this over the course of a day? JMR:   It was hot. MDM: But this was before it all burned off? You drank 10 cups of coffee at a sitting.JMR:  Does your coffee maker brew so hot that over the course of the day it burns off like a gas flare on an offshore oil rig?  MDM: I’m sorry to be the one who’s doing—I’m sorry—Yeah, we have a little flame on the top, it looks like very Blade Runner. *Whaaaaaaaaaaaum-kkkhhhhh* We have a Tyrell coffee maker. It’s got giant glasses and an owl.JMR:  Alright, so then I had a peanut-butter sandwich— MDM: Tannhäuser Gates!
[I’ve had this note on my desk since setting up some crime scene/forensic applications demos (…I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.) last year and it survives every desktop cleanup.]

    JMR: Here’s what I ate yesterday.
    MDM: Okay, I’m gonna write this down.
    JMR:  I had one entire pot of coffee.
    MDM: Okay.
    JMR:  I had a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich.
    MDM: Wait wait wait, I’m sorry, Let me—I’m just on catching up; one pot of coffee. Now a lot of people when they say they had “a cup of coffee” they don’t mean an actual cup. When you say “a pot” you don’t mean a tureen, you mean like a Mr. Coffee Style—
    JMR:  …Mr. Coffee Style 12 cup pot of coffee.
    MDM: You had 12 coffee cups of coffee.
    JMR:  If you could put 12 cups of coffee in a Mr. Coffee Pot, I don’t know, I’ve never tried. But whatever that Mr. Coffee Pot is.
    MDM: Most—just for reference—most drip coffee makers are either 10 or 12 cup models.
    JMR:  Right: mine is a 10 cup model.
    MDM: That’s good, you’re showing restraint.
    JMR:  So, I had one of those.
    MDM: Can I ask you a question? Was it hot when you were drinking this? Was this over the course of a day?
    JMR:  It was hot.
    MDM: But this was before it all burned off? You drank 10 cups of coffee at a sitting.
    JMR:  Does your coffee maker brew so hot that over the course of the day it burns off like a gas flare on an offshore oil rig?
    MDM: I’m sorry to be the one who’s doing—I’m sorry—Yeah, we have a little flame on the top, it looks like very Blade Runner. *Whaaaaaaaaaaaum-kkkhhhhh* We have a Tyrell coffee maker. It’s got giant glasses and an owl.
    JMR:  Alright, so then I had a peanut-butter sandwich—
    MDM: Tannhäuser Gates!


    [I’ve had this note on my desk since setting up some crime scene/forensic applications demos (…I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.) last year and it survives every desktop cleanup.]

     
  15. Vonnegut Speech at the Athenaeum, Indianapolis, October 10, 1996*

    I bring you a piece of Indianapolis history which may astonish you: This landmark building, designed by my grandfather Bernard Vonnegut, whom I never knew, wasn’t always called The Athenaeum. 

    Some people, I’ve heard, splashed yellow paint on its facade when it was called something else.
    Maybe they didn’t like bratwurst.  I don’t like it much myself.

    At about the same time as the yellow paint monkey business, my father Kurt, who had been Bernard Vonnegut’s partner in architecture, received an anonymous note telling him, “Stop teaching your kids Dutch.”  And he did. 

    For that reason, Ich hat kein Dutch, or, in Yiddish, ein bissel Dutch.

    When I was captured by Germans during the Second World War, they asked me, “Why are you making war against your brothers?”  The question made no sense to me.  It still doesn’t. 

    Nor would it have made sense to General Eisenhower, if, God forbid, they had captured him.

    During the Second World War, there was a saying in my family and others that the only thing wrong with Germans was that they were in Germany.

    I say now that everything there is to admire in German culture, the poetry, the music, the architecture, the etchings, the beers, the wines, the sentimentality about Christmas, the work ethic, came from several Germanies.  Everything I loathe about it came from one.

    As for the behavior of German-Americans in two world wars, I now quote from an essay by the lawyer of my late Uncle John Rauch, actually the husband of a first cousin once removed.

         “The two world wars in which the United States was arrayed against Germany were painful experiences for German-Americans.  They hated to be obliged to fight their racial cousins, but they did so, and it is significant that of the millions of German descendents in the United States during those dreadful wars, there was not one case of treason.
         “The Germans, while loving the country of their origin, did not approve of Kaiser Wilhelm II and his warlords, nor Hitler and his wretched Nazis.  Their sympathies were with England, and their adoption of the culture of England determined their attitude.
         “When England was in trouble in 1917 and again in 1941, the German-Americans rallied to her support against the Fatherland.  This is a phenomenon little remarked upon.”

    There is still a certain amount of anti-German-American feeling.  I myself encounter it in critics of my works.  They evidently believe it impossible, a violation of natural law, for a German-American to be really funny. (a violation of natural law) I shouldn’t even try. 

    As Garrison Keeler said, “Who ever heard of a funny Lutheran.

    But my ancestors, Liebers, Vonnegusts, Schnulls, Baruses, were all Freethinkers, and I thank God for that.

    I myself am now Honorary President of the American Humanist (Society) Association, a spiritual descendent of the Freethinkers.  I succeeded the bio-chemist and great science fiction writer Isaac Asimove in that essentially functionless capacity. 

    I spoke at a memorial service for Dr. Asimov.  I said, “Isaac is up in Heaven now.”  It was the funniest thing I could have said to an audience of Humanists.  I rolled them in the aisles.  It was several minutes before order could be restored.

    But about Grandfather Bernard Vonnegut: Unlike his brothers, and they were all born here, he was unhappy in the hardware business.  He could draw, he could paint, he could model.

    The Vonneguts had never had such a kid before, or so the story goes.  I suspect they had never had a male kid like that before.  An artistic female would have been unremarkable back then, and without any opportunities to do much with her talent.

    I say this because there have been so many female artists in subsequent generations: Richard Vonnegut’s twin Madie, my sister Allie, my two daughters Edie and Nanny,

    They all came into the world, as Bernard Vonnegut evidently did, with exquisite taste, and unbelievable coordination between their hands and eyes when it came to making beautiful things to look at.

    Yes, and the plans for this building, and for every building in Indianapolis, regardless of who designed it, were executed brick by brick, nail by nail, by Italian-Americans, African-Americans, Scottish-Americans, Irish-Americans, Anglo-Americans, Swedish-Americans, Franco-Americans, and on and on.

    God bless their memory.  Are their ghosts with us tonight to hear our thanks?  Is Bernard Vonnegut’s ghost?  I don’t know.  That would be nice.

    One ghost I am sure is here.  I can feel it, and so can you.  It is the ghost of all of Europe at its most humane and beautiful, before Europe tried to commit suicide in two world Wars.

    Something else I’m sure about: Any boy or girl born in this astonishing metropolis, who is artistically talented as was my grandfather Bernard, or as scientifically gifted as my brother Bernard, need not leave town to find training, encouragement and inspiration.  

    It was all here for me 73 years ago, and I have come home specifically to express my gratitude.

    There is a snide saying to this effect: The big dreams go to New York City.  The little dreams stay home.

    The biggest dreams in fact stay home.  They build cities like this one, with its hospitals and universities and libraries and theaters and concert halls, and supremely civilized gathering places like the Athenaeum. 

    I say to all stay-at-homes, congratulations.  Dream on, dream on.

    [*As copied off of a fax over at my neighbor’s place.]