September 25th, 2021

krazy koati

Got a feeling '21

Oh gads but my father has been calling every day to check on me. I understand what he's doing, and why, and I appreciate that he loves me and worries for me and wants me to feel that love and encouragement. But, gads. I heal emotionally by curling up, alone, in a dark cave and hissing at passers-by, real and imagined. I feel myself crumbling into dust having a daily 35-minute chat about how I should talk with my little brother who has connections and prospects and knows how to network and all. Also hearing tales of what's going on with ever-more-distant cousins that my father sincerely believes I know anything about.

I warned we're planning to be out of the house all day Sunday so maybe a day without will break the habit of calling every single day. I don't want to tell my parents, of all people, to stop showing care and concern and support for me.


Here, enjoy the final stop of the celebration parade.

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Ropes brought along the edge of the parade so the flag-twirlers and other performers have the space to do their work.


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The back of the final float, with a good look at its retrofitting of the 70s-era park logo.


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And now to the fourth parade stop, and getting one more look at the G A Boeckling float.


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bunny_hugger wrestling with confetti that's gotten exploded around her. Note the family of Charlie Browns in the background. We'd been following them from the first parade stop.


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An orchestra of drummers played on the closing float; here's a look at some of them.


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I spotted them briefly opening the back of that final float, and took a picture. bunny_hugger, who missed it, asked what I saw back there and, trying to summarize this, I said: ``... Nothing.'' ... I mean, how would you describe that? It's just parts.


Trivia: Through the 17th century (Western European) women's shoes were often less decorated or fashionable than men's, as women's shoes were likely to be concealed under long skirts. Source: The Essence of Style: How the French invented High Fashion, Fine Food, Chic Cafés, Style, Sophistication, and Glamour, Joan DeJean.

Currently Reading: Franchise: The Golden Arches in Black America, Marcia Chatelain. So apparently Black patrons, surveyed in the late 70s, judged the Filet-O-Fish to be ``overwhelmingly white in its sensibilities'', which, mm. Whatever fish in 1978 was cheap enough to harvest to be sold as ``cod'', lightly battered and fried, smeared with tartar sauce and served on the world's driest bun? I can see it. One focus group, asked for some reason to say what celebrities the Filet-O-Fish most aligned with, came up with comedian Paul Lynde, sitcom star Mary Tyler Moore, and genocide author Henry Kissinger. I also like the half-page of things McDonald's consultants tested out to figure why Onion Nuggets weren't selling before finally concluding that they just didn't taste very good.