I say it’s spinich, and I say to hell with it

Doc Ock Dan

Doc Ock Dan

Well, it’s Friday the end of the normal work week. I’ll be going into work this weekend, partly to front load next week’s work week, so I can take off a day earlier next weekend. The reason that I gave my boss though, was that I need to come in, in order to get my work done in time for our looming deadlines. All this is just preamble, because from a blogging point of view, Friday’s blog is always the hardest one to write. Come Saturday, I’ll have done something interesting enough to expound about, but on Friday night, I’m usually spent. So it is with some glee that I found two blog worthy items.

The first item I found was the results from the New Yorker’s Cartoon Bureau People Choices. For year’s, I’ve enjoyed the New Yorker’s cartoons. For a long time to the exclusion of the rest of the magazine. As the link implies this is a collection of reader’s favorites. While most New Yorker cartoons are good, these are great cartoons. Here is a list of my favorites from this collection: 

  • A man holding a stick is watching his dog. The cartoon bubble shows the dog thinking, “It’s always ‘Good Dog’ never ‘Great Dog’.”
  • A bald eagle sits in its nest and addresses the eaglet there, “The candy’s for after dinner.” Under one of the eagle’s claws is a dead rabbit. At the opposite end of the nest is an Easter basket.
  • Parents with their small children are seen flocking to a corner store, called Child Crap. Maybe this one is too visual to convey only in words?
  • Saint Peter is standing at the pearly gates, speaking into his celestial cell, “You’re confirmed for Sunday at 5:30 AM in your bed, sound asleep.”
  • A man stands in front of a kitchen with the sink and the every horizontal surface covered with dirty dishes. He says, “I cooked us a lovely dinner for two. You could at least do the dishes!” I routinely do most of the cooking and the dishes. When Anne occasionally cooks, she usually leaves our kitchen looking a lot like the one in the cartoon.
  • A mother and daughter are dining at a white clothed table. The mother tells the daughter, “It’s broccoli, dear.” The daughter replies, “I say it’s spinach, and I say the hell with it.” This cartoon must be one of Bub’s favorites too, because I’ve heard her utter the punchline several times.

I felt I needed a cartoon as graphic to go with post about cartoons. Searching my photo archives I found the above Photoshop photograph. Dan made it in 2004. It shows his face superimposed upon the cyborg body of Doc Ock, a Spiderman villain. Cartoons, comic books, movies about comic books, it was close enough.

Retirement Thoughts = Tired of Work


Today was Trudy’s last day at work. Two weeks ago, we had a celebratory luncheon for her at Marciano’s, in Galleria Pointe. The lunch was for her fortieth anniversary and was on the company’s dime. At this event, one of the office wags asked her publicly, if she was now going to retire. Trudy said no, but then just two weeks later, today, after cake and Ted Drews (this is Saint Louis after all), she walked out the door for good.

I’ve worked with Trudy for only the last few years, but our paths must have crossed years ago, when I first moved to Saint Louis. We both worked in the same laboratory and both worked for Larry, the same boss. I still see Larry regularly, we share Rep tickets on the same night. Trudy asked me to tell Larry of her retirement, when next I see him.

I’ve worked professionally for over thirty-five years now. Retirements like Trudy’s keep me thinking about my own. I have another retirement cake ceremony to attend tomorrow and another fortieth anniversary celebration next week. These constant reminders of retirement by friends and colleagues are coming at an increasing tempo, as me and my co-workers grow old.

Question: What are the three best things about teaching?
Answer: June, July and August

Anne is enjoying the three best things about teaching these days at her family’s cabin on the shore of Lake Superior. I’ll rejoin her soon enough, but only briefly at the cabin. This return trip is all about bicycling. We’ll be doing 350+ miles in just one week. To this end, Anne’s photos with this post are from her latest training bike ride. Included are pictures of the old Soo Township Hall, in desperate need of repainting, some horses along six-mile, the ubiquitous sunset photograph and a Warbling Vireo, head poking out of its new nest. Harry stood on the cabin’s deck railing to peer into the nest, only to find it still empty. Gene squawked at his antics and rightly so, in my humble opinion. When I was last up there, that railing seemed awfully wobbly. Not shown are donkey and alpaca pictures that Anne felt weren’t very good. I was especially hopeful for the alpaca photos, because they had been shorn, except for their legs. I envisioned a parody of aerobic dancers in woolen leggings.

The Circle of [Cabin] Life


While I toil away here is Sweat Louis, Anne continues her vacationing on the shores of Lake Superior. By way of a sop, she sends me daily updates on her doings and bits of cabin news. Mostly her missives are just captioned photos, but last night, along with the usual treasure trove of photos, she add this text:

Tall ship, sunset and sandpiper [not shown] from yesterday, when it was calm. Today the wind was 28-30 mph and quite cool in the afternoon, so I walked back on the road behind Doelle’s and took some Pooh pictures of the plants on the gravel road that goes through the Little Traverse Conservancy. I liked the decaying birch tree with sapsucker holes gridded for your convenience and the other one (pine?) with the cut-away section from [not shown]. Next email will have a tree struck by lightning and the Little T. map, plus the beach when I returned. I hope to ride tomorrow, although the wind is still supposed to be NW, but ONLY 12 mph.

The Saint Louis paper’s front page headline today announce cool tempertures through this weekend, with highs only in the low eighties. I look forward to this brief respite from summer’s heat, but know that it will also bring cold weather to Anne at the cabin. Sorry honey, but into each life a little rain must fall. 😉