Good morning! Hope everyone had as good a weekend as possible:-)
Well, another day at the zoo. Feeling quite cranky and out of sorts. Monday. Cats underfoot. Pollen all over like grease in a fryer. Just one of *those* days, y'know?
I am reading "Code Girls" by Liza Mundy. It's informative and easy to read. About women code-breakerrs in WW2. ONe reason they got the job? The generals didn't think men could (should) handle that sort of tedious clerical stuff. Turns out, of course, that's clerical code transcription, but there's also genuine code-breaking, and women realizing that co-workers are bloody annoying, etc. (Which factory workers knew, but the more genteel class of "educated" gals hadn't run into before as schoolteachers, or so forth.)
Hard to believe, but Ebbets Field opened up today in 1913 as home to the then-Brooklyn Dodgers.
In 1945, the NFL had to issue this odd rule: All players had to wear socks in a regulation game. (?!)
In 1959 the NBA team Boston Celtics won the first of an epic *eight* consecutive NBA championship titles. Can you freaking imagine? Eight in a row? Whoa.
IN the year 193 CE/AD, as you prefer, Septimus Severus was hailed by his army in the Balkans (then referred to as Illyricum) as the new Roman emperor. He remained such until 211, which was apretty long stretch in the tumultuous years of the Roman Empire. Born in Rome's African Province (more or less today's Libyan coast and adjacent region), Septimus was a quasi-protege of the famed thinking emperor Marcus Aurelius, and the guy who followed him (Commodus).
Since 193 was the Year of FIve Emperors --- superceding the Year of FOur Emperors about a century and some earlier, which gives you an idea how generals gecame emperors (in rapid succession) --- Septimus Severus was the one to, ah, shall we say, "end" that year and stick around. When his dynasty died out in the 230s, it heralded "The Crisis of the Third CEntury". Yeah. Fun times.
Meanwhile, flash forward a long time, and in 1967, Boeing rolled out its now-ubiquitous 737.
And on that note, I'm going to go deal with... Uh... Y'know, I don't even know. It's Monday, ti's not even 730AM here, forget it. I'm with this cat. (Maury, died 2016, age-related issues with his kidneys. As you can see, he was pretty chill.)
Good morning!Today we begin with a bit of language.Macaron: a delicate, crisp, delicious meringue-and-almond-flour cookie I will happily pay $2/ cookie to have fresh. Macaroon: a miserable lump of coconut-thick something doused in chocolate.Macaron, to rhyme with telephone, is lovely. Macaroon, to rhyme with dragoon, is gross. IMHO. I say this because Hubby did not know the difference, and had to...