On the hunt

Blog hits: Yesterday’s blog had 395 hits in just over two hours. They were from around the world, but most were from Shawnee, Oklahoma. Why so many? I figure that one word pulled most of them in; “scrimshaw”. It was the caption of yesterday’s photo. The one from Okla. must have been using a “bot” to search out references to the word. The reason I think it all was not because of my superior writing is that the same blog appeared on Blogspot without the photo and caption and did not garner any extra hits. If you have a blog, make “Scrimshaw” the title and see if you get many hits.

Last evening I read a bit more of The Birch Grove, a book of short stories sent to me by friend Jola just before Christmas; thank you for thinking of me and sending the book, young lady. It was originally written by Polish author Jarosław Iwaszkiewicz and is a well done English translation. The first story is very short and has no particular time frame. It takes place over a few minutes one evening in an apartment where a man is waiting for his new love to arrive. His want and need for the new woman in his life wanes as a dieing rose sheds its petals. I found the story a bit sad and also somewhat comical. The next two stories are set between the World Wars; I will write more about them later.
Goodbye, Dennis Kucinich. I foresee the T-baggers jumping all over him in next election for his lawsuit against almost everyone. He claims an olive pit in a purchased sandwich wrap caused him to sustain “serious and permanent dental and oral injuries requiring multiple surgery and oral procedures”. He is suing several food service companies for the alleged damages. He may as well go ahead and sue the people who imported the miscreant olives, the field hands who picked the fruit, the farmer who employed the field hands, and the nation in which the suspect olive tree grew. How about going for the big one, Mr. Congressman; after all, olives are one of God’s creations so you may as well have Him as a respondent in you law suit. Good luck with that; I understand the Big Man is in Alaska on a hunting trip with Sara Palin and that He is trying to shoot her beaver and a little moose. He will likely be out of ethereal Heaven for a while.


The above music is the kind of stuff I grew up with; now you know where my weirdness comes from.
Have a Thursday!

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  1. I admire English translation too. I’m happy you like this book.
    America of your youth seems to be so happy. 🙂

    • I love the book; I think I am beginning to understand more about the author.
      America from 1955 through 1965 was at last realizing that the word “freedom” meant more than politics and religion.
      Thanks, Jola. 🙂

  2. That’s crazy about all those hits.

    That is very odd about Dennis. There has to be more to the story.

    • I think it as the word “scrimshaw” being associated with a photo.
      Dennis is flamboyant, but this seems to be asking for trouble at election time.
      Thanks, Mark.

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