A really big Tesla coil
An evening pause: A really big Tesla coil.
An evening pause: A really big Tesla coil.
An evening pause: This beautiful rendition brings new life to a classic American song that sadly has become so familiar most people won’t listen to it any longer.
An evening pause: Living in a round house.
An evening pause:
The Republican presidential candidate we’ve all been waiting for.
Who, you may ask, is T. Coddington Van Voorhees VII?
Simply put, a man born to the conservative saddle. The only scion of the legendary swashbuckling conservative editor / author / bon vivant T. Coddington Van Voorhees VI, I have since my earliest days honed a conservatism forged in the fires of intellectual combat, stoked by the bellows of classic education, and tempered in the cooling waters of good breeding. Even before matriculating at East Hampton Country Daycare, I was thrust headlong into heady intellectual debates of postwar American politics. Oh, how I cherish those moments, bouncing astride my father’s knee, as he held postprandial court on the patio with Long Island Sound’s most scrupulous Republicans – like Newport GOP chairman Z. Pilastor Fennewick, Greenwich GOP legend Boylston McInernery, and East Hampton’s “hostess with the mostest,” Modesty Crabwater. And although Dad had his differences with each, I admired the elegant grace with which these Republicans could command an Adirondack chair or accept electoral defeat. It is that very same grace I shall endeavor to bring back to the Grand Old Party.
An evening pause: Want to know where that NASA climate satellite landed? Here’s the answer.
An evening pause: As sung by Angela Lansbury during the movie.
An evening pause: Having finally arrived in Tucson after four and a half days of driving, this song seemed most appropriate. I had previously posted a version taped live in a radio studio. Here they perform “Home” on television for Letterman. The energy is still infectious.
As they say,
Ah home!
Yes we are home!
Home is wherever there is you!”
An evening pause: From 1965, the Top of the Pops show. I’ve always liked this song, “Ferry Cross the Mersey,” but it is also fun to watch early television, with the band attempting to simulate playing to the original recording, while the kids on the dance fall make believe they’re dancing as they repeatedly sneak peaks at the cameras.
An evening pause: Beethoven meets Pop.
An evening pause: As Diane and I head west today for our new life in Arizona, this song seems especially fitting.