Great job, oh most literate one.

Guess that’s what a degree in library tech or something from an obscure Canadian college will get you: a complete disregard for honest research. Rather than musing on the word “muse,” you could have simply looked it up – as I’m sure your sainted mother would have advised you to do had you been living at home and being annoying on the eve of a great Tupperware party (“You can either look it up or make yourself useful by stamping these flyers, young lady”).

So I’ve taken it upon myself to get the information that you need. Me. With my lowly sociology degree. The major that you refer to as “what one does when one cannot choose a major.” Please read carefully and digest it all. There will be a test.

The Muses are the Greek goddesses who preside over the arts and sciences and inspire those who excel at these pursuits, such as sociology majors and tubists. Daughters of Zeus, king of the gods, and Mnemosyne (“memory”), they were born at Pieria at the foot of Mount Olympus. Their nurse, Eupheme, raised them along with her son, Crotus the hunter, who was transported into the sky as Sagittarius upon his death. Their name (akin to the Latin mens and English mind) denotes ‘memory’ or ‘a reminder’, since in the earliet times poets, having no books to read from, and no library sciences majors to ask questions of, relied on their memories. The Romans identified the Muses with certain obscure Italian water-goddesses, the Camenae (from the Greek “Cam,” meaning “part of an engine” and “enae,” a Scottish brogueism for “enough” – as in “Thot’ll bae enae o thot, ye youngue camenae!”)

The original number of muses and their names varies in earlier times as their evolution blossomed in Greek mythology. At first, three muses were worshipped on Mount Helicon in Boeotia: Melete (“meditation”), Mneme (“memory”), and Aoede (“Melete and Mneme’s Sister”). Another three were worshipped at Delphi and their names represented the names of the strings of a lyre: Nete, Mese, and Hypate. Several other versions were worshipped until the Greeks finally established the seventeen muses in mythology as: Calliope, Doc, Clio, Erato, Bashful, Euterpe, Dopey, Sneezy, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Happy, Sleepy, Terpsichore, Grumpy, Thalia, Urania, and Stumpy. The Muses had several epithets which usually referred to places where they had settled.

Ephialtes and Otus, who also founded Ascra, were the first to sacrifice on Helicon to the Muses and to call the mountain sacred to the Muses. Sacrifices to the Muses consisted of libations of water, milk, or honey poured out of a plastic jug shaped like a dancing honey bear.

Their companions are the Charities, the Horae, Eros, Dionysus, Apollo, Aphrodite, Harmonia, and Himerus (Desire). Apollo is the leader of the choir of the Muses and consequently he has the surname Musagetes. Later Greeks consistenly referred to him as Mr. Musagete. Over the centuries, this was bastardized by English tourists and finally made famous by Andrew Lloyd Weber’s smash hit, “Mr. Mestopholis.” Athena caught and tamed the winged horse Pegasus and gave him to the Muses. Some of their disciples included the Sphinx who learned her riddle from the Muses; Aristaeus, who learned the arts of healing and prophecy from them, and Echo, who was taught by them to play music – over and over and over and over.

Source: Some website that came up first on Google.

Coming in a dismal fifth…

So –

I’ve pondered the meaning of muse for about 24 hours, now. Greg says that we can “muse” and have the (and I quote) best blog ever. I believe that muse and music come from the same Latin root (which probably means to make noise), and this leads me to wonder if blogging and making noise could be similar in nature. Yes, Larry, the verb “to blog” is, as we now can clearly see, just like the verb “to blow” (as in blowing a horn…).

All these questions of language then lead me to wonder if one can take the NOUN, blog, (ooh, I read your new blog today) and make it into a different kind of verb – the sort I really hate – where all you do is add “ize” to the end. This is how we arrived at silly words like “strategize” so why can’t we have “blogize?” In which case, we then have a sentence that’s something like: “I’m blogizing about my life – don’t bother me right now.”

The fact of the matter is that I have nothing of import to share with any of you. No kids who were the youngest horn players (way to go, Tad!). No momentary home ownership on the horizon (congratulations, Trude!) – just an ongoing and seemingly never decreasing mortgage to pay. No great day at work (glad YESTERDAY was good, Tom), since work tends to be whatever I tell myself I have to do. I just live a quiet life that is interspersed with traveling to foreign countries (I’ll send you photos from Cancun when I figure out how to do that), getting awards (okay, just one award in 50 years, but it was a good one), reading to my little buddy at the elementary school (have you all read Peter and the Starcatchers?) and stoking the fire (winter arrived on Saturday at about noon).

But I’m still the oldest of this motley crew – and I’m sure that’s good for something.

How come Mom and Dad haven’t shown up yet? Is it time for us to get them up and and running with DSL or what?

Anyhow – I’m entirely psyched about being part of a blog, having a chance to blog and simply blogizing to my heart’s content. Now, however, I’m off to do some research about a dead guy so that sometime within the next 10 years (that’s my goal) I can write a history/biography of him and his times in Addison County. After that, the musical – or blogical.

cdt

Tuesdays blow

You know how awesome yesterday was? I know you all do because I know that the first thing you do every morning is rush to open my blog and see what amazing and exciting things I’m doing.

Well, as awesome as yesterday was – today sucks that much more.

Just thought you’d like to know.

And how come Tad ignores me everytime I send him an email? Where have the manners of today’s youth gone, I axe ya.

Lurkers alreay? Who is Lis?

Who….is lis? I know TWD. I know. CDT. I know Greg et al…and Dianne…and me. But, who is the “lis” contributor?

Halt!

Who goes there?

Advance and be recognized!

Or is this Greg’s better half (the one we saw in the picture)…and the poor girl dropped a vowel off of her name? (I’ve heard that’s all the rage…all the kids are doing it…)

Tad does Region


Last Saturday, Tad Day performed at the Region Band Clinic as probably the youngest band member of the Junior Band, therefore as the yougnest band member of the entire 400 member clinic. His feet didn’t touch the floor as he sat in rehearsal, so he had to put them on his case, when he wasn’t swinging them to keep time. He did great! Gramma and Grammpa got to host him and a few of his buddies at the TR Hotel and Pancake House, thanks to them as well. Tad had this to say after the concert, where he played princile 2nd trumpet…
“Daddy, I sight read 1st trumpet on the concert!”
“What? How did that happen?”
“They passed out the wrong folders!”
“Did you tell the director?”
“No, I WANTED to play 1st” (Tad had told me all weekend that NEXT year , he would be first, not 2nd trumpet) “It was EASY”

Tad is now an official trumpet player with a developing ego and a “I want to be first mentality” And he ISN’T really a trumpet player because he summed up his first Honor Band experience by declaring that he would like to go back again becasue he had made a new friend. Cool.

By the way, the photo is Tad stealing 2nd. We have tried, but he continues to steal. I feel so unprepared to be a parent sometimes

Me Third, Me Third

Greetings to all. Hopefully the youngest female sibling will soon be a homeowner. We THINK these doofus folks in Easley are gonna accept our umpteenth offer. Bill’s been haggling over the extra 50 cents on the homeowner’s warranty, but I think everyone’s happy now. We should know for sure tomorrow. I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you tomorrow if it works, but since I don’t get to the computer near as often as I used to, I probably won’t blog for awhile. So blog IS a verb? Who knows. What great fun this can be. More to follow from Travelers Rest’s younger generation.

My first Blog. (If it’s a noun).

If one posts on here…is one a “blogger”?

Or, would one be considered a “bloggist”?

Is “blogging” a verb? Or, is it an adjective…as in…I worked on a blogging post this this afternoon?

Or, perhaps…it’s a noun…in the “thing” category of nouns.

Larry the blogger, in attempt to be a world class bloggist, practiced his blogging posts so that he could create his first blog.

Maybe it’s all of the above.

Larry

Better ‘n Alka Seltzer

Yep. It is.

I’m referring, of course, to the feeling that you get when a number of plans that have been physically, mentally, and emotionally draining you for the last 12-18 months suddenly fall into place and you can actually see yourself getting things done that you were beginning to think would never get done.

About 20 minutes ago, I took a server offline that was tying up four IP addresses that I desperately need in order to bring up other servers. This project (that of getting rid of that server) actually began over two years ago, when the server was “loaned” to us by an application vendor. Several months ago, I moved all the users of that server onto a load balancer spread across 4 other servers, and we immediately ran into problems. Baby steps. Over the last 4-5 weeks, I’ve addressed all of those problems and I was able to finally turn off the server today.

This morning, I shut down three other servers which had been holding up my domain migration for the last 30 months. I had planned to do it last Friday – after fighting with a very stubborn application for close to a year – but I had to put it off because on WEDNESDAY, one more problem popped up, which took me three days to figure out.

But that puppy’s shut down now. And as soon as I was able to shut IT down, I could also shut down the final two servers in the domain, which were doing nothing other than supporting the problem child.

I realize that this all probably means next to nothing to any of you, so I’ll just put it this way: I FINISHED SOME MAJOR PROJECTS TODAY.

Other than that, life is pretty much the same. I rearranged my living room yesterday. Spent the weekend watching a number of movies with a friend (saw “The Man”, ” Madagascar” and “Elizabethtown” and liked all of them).

Last night I at a frisco melt at Steak and Shake. Helpful hint: don’t waste your time. They look really good on paper, but they’re pretty bland.

On Saturday, I had a steak sandwich at Waffle House. See above.

I’m trying – and getting close – to run my website on a machine at my house, thereby getting rid of the need for a webhost (I currently use GoDaddy.com, and my site is currently in the throes of death. GoDaddy.com apparently puts about 10,000 websites on each of their shared servers and mine needs more resources than that. Unfortunately, putting it on a dedicated server is expensive, which is why I’m trying to run it out of the house).

I was hopeful that Mom and Dad were going to visit ye olde Duluthe this weekend, but I’m told that their grandkids did something amazing musically and I came in second. Eh bien. It’s probably a good thing because my house is a disgusting mess. You know the scene: dishes in the sink from a meal that I had sometime around Thanksgiving. Small trees and something resembling living velour growing on my rugs. Cat vomit on the ceiling. Unrecognizable stuff in the refrigerator that could probably be used as insulation in a nuclear submarine. A string of dirty clothes beginning in my bedroom, running down the stairs, through the dining room, out the kitchen window, and culminating somewhere east of Orlando.

I’m talking messy.

But, I may have it cleaned up by this weekend. Thinking about having a friend over for either movies (if it’s cold) or grilling stuff on the deck (if it’s warm). That should induce me to clean up a bit. Or at least buy blindfolds.

So. You’re all caught up now. I believe I’ll go pee.

TWD

Thinking kind of guy?


I, Greg, do hereby reject the notion that I am a thinking kind of guy. Having that kind of title brings on undue stress and expectations that I am not ready to have a part of my life.

However, I hope everyone will figure this out, and it might be fun to be able to look at and enjoy as a big group!

By the way, isn’t my wife just incredible looking!?