Progress is being made on the addition to Campus Center. Also...a lot of noise!

Tomorrow's image for the facebook group, but I can't resist early posting here.

Spring break! I hate having it in March, but whatever. I just finished a big project and I have a batch of essays and a few other details to do, but I'm looking forward to some "fun." I have seeds to start indoors, and maybe I'll do an Elwyn's Diary volume. Also...reading!

I guess you know when you don't even remember your "blogversary" that you have been at it a long time. Monday, March 1 was the 13th Blogversary of Gully Brook Press. I've sometimes posted more and sometimes less, but I've never taken a hiatus.

Sometimes it just feels like a home run.

Not that it's any sort of real victory, of course. The building sits vacant, sad, abandoned. We all miss Stewart's. And Main Street generally? The long winter has erased any optimism I might have had about the results of all our efforts.

I am not sure why these political appointees (lawyers no less) in this story would be so ignorant -- and foolish about FOILed correspondence. But on the subject of the truck's name, I call B.S. on the owner's explanation. Anyone who thinks "dago" is a tribute is a moron. She should be ashamed of herself.

Today is Rosie's Third Gotcha Day!

February 15, 2015 was the coldest day I can ever remember!! What a winter.

In other news, Rosie was under the weather for about a week. I was afraid it was serious, as she is quite old (exact age is unknown) and while her appetite remained good, and there was no real indication of what could be wrong -- her behavior change was worrisome and extreme. But -- it turns out it was a very bad molar! Dr. Tina said her reaction was more indicative of back pain, and that she's never seen a dog carry on so over a toothache, but that's what it was! She had it extracted on Wednesday and is now back to her adorable self.

Finally...this one draws blood.

We've watched a bunch of movies lately, some in the theatre, some at home on roku (amazon & netflix). I'll mention only the notable ones. First, Gone Girl -- can't believe I had not read the book (although it's been a long time since I've read anything like it). It was excellent, and I think a contender for best actress. Next, The Imitation Game -- it was interesting and I liked it, but I don't believe it will or should win any awards. Like all biopics, it served its own agenda, and had many inaccuracies. Plus, if I had realized the guy from Sherlock (a show I can't stand) was playing the lead...I would not have gone to see it (so I'm glad I didn't know).  Then, the very best of the bunch -- Boyhood. I had heard an interview with the star on NPR, and disliked the gimmick so expected to not like it, and almost vetoed seeing it, but it was awesome! I hope Patricia Arquette wins best supporting actress. Finally, It Happened One Night, a 1934 Clark Gable movie that was great. Romantic comedies are a genre that I dislike, but this movie was clearly the standard that others have copied ever since. And, during a scene where the main characters are riding on a bus, the passengers sing The Flying Trapeze. I immediately remembered the song - -could sing every word:

Once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn

Like an old coat that is tattered and torn

Left in this wide world to fret and to mourn

Betrayed by a girl in her teens.

Now this girl that I loved she was handsome

And I tried all I knew her to please

But I never could please her one-quarter as well

As the man on the flying trapeze!

Oh! He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease

That daring young man on the flying trapeze

His movements were graceful

All girls he did please

And my love he has stolen away

And my love he has stolen away!

Afterwards, I was curious about the origins of the song (and the lyrics, as the bus passengers sang "his actions were graceful" rather than "his movements were graceful" so I googled it.  I learned that it  was published in 1867, and is about a real circus performer, Jules Leotard. Also there were several verses, and a few alternate versions (which explains the minor differences in wording). In the 1930s it resurfaced in popular culture and was used in some movies, including the one I saw.

I am going to call this the winter of the never ending cold! I have had two in a row, and Bob is on what must be his third, which I will surely catch.

First week on campus was pretty good. The classes seem fine, anyway. And that's all I'm going to say about that for the moment.

I've made some really good Stewart's satire graphics lately. Not that they have budged, but I will never, ever give up. Here's today's (actually yesterday's as it is after midnight):

Just a little over a week before my classes start. Thins are moving along in terms of being ready, which means I'm not good to go yet, but I will be.

We have our third economic development meeting for the village tomorrow night. The focus will be on the work Bob and I did so far.

Another very cold day today.

I don't get into fights on facebook, and I rarely post or comment on political subjects there. But it is interesting what you learn by reading it. Today I have learned that it's wrong to publish satire because it's disrespectful and might "attract" terror, and it's right for the state to force a 17 year old to have medical treatments. You might say I'm a bit alarmed since this  is exactly backwards in my POV.

I am finally getting over my two colds in a row (!) [what a way to spend winter break] and so with a box of tissues nearby, I've made progress on winter session, next semester, advisement, and even the village comprehensive plan.

It is cold -- zero etc.

Bob turned a milestone age (55) on January 5 & we celebrated Elwyn style -- Ommegang & Oneonta (stolled Main Street & felt sad once again over Bresee's, stopped at campus and the Autumn Cafe, went to Brooks) on Friday, Yono on Monday. So not a month. but a long weekend.

I felt pretty bad about the French cartoonists being murdered by terrorists. I don't mean "as usual" over these type of sick events. In this case I have always loved drawing satire cartoons, and for a brief period (until a more mature sensibility set in at about age 16) I flirted with the idea of being a cartoonist "when I grew up." I know satire, whether as an illustration or in writing, often pushes people's buttons, and they may react with hostility. But to think they'd machine gun down a whole office. The world can be a scary place, but that's all the more reason to be vigilant about free speech.