Integral Bricks

So, the guy who ran all those people over is a 4channer. There's a shocker.

*****

Sunday the 22nd was the 50th anniversary of when Robert Kennedy came to town. I was seven years old. It's hard to believe that's been half a century. The full extent of what we'd lost didn't really sink in until the autumn of '76, just after the Bicentennial and Olympic summer, when a friend and I were discussing the upcoming elections, and how *finally* the nonstop parade of disasters seemed to show signs of exhausting itself, and he remarked that Bobby Kennedy would have been finishing up his second term now.

*****

And, bizarrely, that tiny post about "Woohoo Bury!" has a notice from Livejournal appended to it now in the comments, stating that it was among the top 25 posts. They don't say for which time period, but still... Something is badly broken, I think.

Four Thousand Spies

Why does the Rose of Lancaster appear on the Norwegian Intelligence Service's arms? The ravens are quite obviously Hugin and Munin, (and just *so* satisfyingly appropriate), but why the rose? Norway had a single Plantagenet queen back around 1400, it seems, but that's surely not it. It's not in the national arms, nor in the military's (of which Intelligence is a part) either.

*****

So, I needed eggs. I had no fewer than four separate brands of free-range eggs from which to choose. Most of the rest were "cage free". The only ones where the packaging didn't give some assurance of the chickens' living conditions were the big semi-generic 100 egg institutional packages. And this was at Giant Eagle. Only a few years back, the only way you could get even cage free eggs was at places like Whole Foods or Fresh Thyme, or by driving out into the country to buy them directly. I have to conclude that it's market pressure at work crowding out the battery-hen eggs. That's reassuring.