Sorry about the blackout, sportsfans. My internet host was doing a “server migration” on Saturday that was slated to last a few hours.
Things went horribly wrong, obviously. Horribly, horribly wrong.
I’ll check in tomorrow with the latest on the latest, but right now I must go soak my tender, aching feet, so newly returned from pounding the picket lines.
Striking is interesting, sometimes inspiring, often tedious, and somewhat terrifying. And that’s just Day 1. More later.
Welcome back!
Fanny Roborat
16 comments
becca (and brian)
November 5, 2007 at 8:58 pm
1Welcome back Adam. We missed you. We had to go over and crash at Peter’s and though he was extremely nice and hospitable, it just wasn’t the same. The couch was different and we were missing the beanbags. But once we started passing the Maker’s Mark around it started to feel like home.
It’s nice to see the light back on again.
B (& B)
And soldier on, brother.
SeattleTammy
November 5, 2007 at 10:05 pm
2Welcome back Adam!
Luckily, no-one broke Peter’s wife’s favorite lamp so it was all cool.
But we do need to keep in touch over there. becca, ya should have come over to the futon. It was comfy!
Adam, remember layer the socks! No Blisters!
SeattleDan
November 5, 2007 at 10:26 pm
3Just remember Adam,we support you!
Often only the first verse and chorus are sung. Lyrics are by Jim Connell.
The people’s flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyr’d dead
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts’ blood dyed its ev’ry fold.
Then raise the scarlet standard high,
Within its shade we’ll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here.
Look round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow’s vaults its hymns are sung,
Chicago swells the surging throng.
It waved above our infant might
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.
It well recalls the triumphs past;
It gives the hope of peace at last:
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.
It suits today the meek and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place,
To cringe before the rich man’s frown
And haul the sacred emblem down.
With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall.
Come dungeon dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.
Vinnie
November 6, 2007 at 4:15 am
4Damn, Adam. Dat union poem of Dan’s makes me wonder if what you’re really doin’ out dere is signing up fo’ Iraq. Dat don’t sound like no picket line I evuh walked. OK, maybe da blood part and usually a few teeth scattered on da ground, but “dungeon dark or gallows grim”. Geez!! I might just keep an eye on da news fo’ a coupla days and hang back here in
Brooklyn, I mean da airport. Ya know dey got Starbucks here now, right?sharon
November 6, 2007 at 5:58 am
5Thank goodness you’re back. I was beginning to fear that net non-neutrality had been imposed and I had somehow missed the subscription period for FanAp.
On a totally unrelated note, SeattleTammy and SeattleDan, this fella the General is a friend of yours, I take it? Please tell me that he really actually mails the letters that he posts to the blog, such as this one:
http://patriotboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-altar-boys.html
David
November 6, 2007 at 7:55 am
6And a great cyber-sigh of relief did issue forth from all of the Truly Grateful, and David’s mouse did once again feel joy, no longer languishing in the impotence of clicks that led nowhere, failing to bring forth Fanny and breaking Mousie’s heart.
Not so much joy for the bottoms of Adam’s feet, I gather. Perhaps it’s time to sit at the feet of Simple again:
The Return of Simple
Format: Paperback, 218pp.
ISBN: 080901582X
Publisher: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, Incorporated
Pub. Date: July 1995
An AALBC on-line reading group selection for February 2002
Jesse B. Simple, Simple to his fans, made weekly appearances beginning in 1943 in Langston Hughes’s column in the Chicago Defender. This collection contains 62 of Hughes’s magnificent Simple stories, many never before published in book form. “A lively collection . . . funny-but-wise.”–Robert O’Meally, New York Newsday.
While it is available at that other source, I’m sure it’s also available around the cyber-corner at Jackson Street Books. “Feet Live Their Own Life” is one of my favorite stories from this collection. I belatedly offer the opening line to that thread they had going over at the JSB website.
tim
November 6, 2007 at 9:20 am
7In solidarity with you, Adam, I’m officially on strike from blog commenting. You know, after this one. Now, can I get a cut of the “new media” residuals you guys will get when the strike is settled? If the answer is “no”, then I’ll have to resume commenting, and nobody wants that.
Seriously, good luck, and I hope this all turns out for the best.
Bob
November 6, 2007 at 9:43 am
8Adam, if the strike goes on too long you can always fall back on the back fat licensing scheme you came up with on the Spike show.
SeattleDan
November 6, 2007 at 11:51 am
9Hey, Sharon. Yes, the General actually does send these missives, and when he links the email address, he is hoping the rest of us will, too.
hedera
November 6, 2007 at 9:58 pm
10With deepest respect to Woody Guthrie (sung to the tune of “Pretty Redwing”, if anybody but me remembers that tune):
There once was a union maid who never was afraid
Of the goons and the ginks and the company finks
And the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
(rest of lyrics at link above…)
hedera
November 6, 2007 at 9:59 pm
11And you have to watch those server migrations, especially the ones that will be entirely transparent to the users. The very phrase is a warning of doom to come…
SeattleDan
November 6, 2007 at 11:03 pm
12no, you can’t scare me, I’m sticking to the Union
Dale
November 7, 2007 at 5:00 am
13Hey Guido, it´s all a big misunderstanding. Vinnie did come to see me, but just to sob on my shoulder. Everything was ¨Guido¨ this and ¨Guido¨ that, and then something about burning in hell and what da guyz would think. Sheesh, all those years of Catholic school did a number on you. Get over it, kiss and make up, you guys are a great couple. I´ll come to the wedding (in Spain–it´s legal!)
David
November 7, 2007 at 5:51 am
14Oh, yes, hedera, I remember, and even sang it in my head as I read the lyrics. It was Mary Travers’ voice, of course.
Willis McCall is dead now, but not his spirit. And there’s even a road named for him. Tradition, of course, never racist admiration for Lake County’s champeen union buster.
Murray
November 7, 2007 at 7:03 am
15Adam, I just figured that you had taken the the site off the shelf to shake out all of the nuggets of wit, insight and treason for your new book, “The speech Kerry Should have Given, and Why Gays Threaten my Marriage”.
Good luck pounding the pavement. We’re pulling for you.
Dave von Ebers
November 7, 2007 at 7:45 am
16Welcome back Adam. I was starting to wonder if your server was located in China or something. I was imagining jack-booted thugs coming to take you away in the middle of the night, you being “disappeared” ’n all …
Cue ”The Guns of Brixton” …
Well, anyways, glad yer back.