Asta’s Easter booty
The above is the Möbius-obverse to Molyneux’s problem: A blind person might hold the centermost egg in the photo and describe its shape, then hold another basketed egg and describe it’s shape, and yet another and so on and so on, but be unable to discern inscriptions. Then we would miraculously restore sight to our disabled subject. Would he then, by tactile memory alone, be able to pick out the egg wax-crayon etched: “Why is the rum always gone?”
If you’re old enough you remember February brought school kids 2 days off in February: Lincoln’s birthday –which wasn’t an official national holiday, but was nonetheless celebrated as such (especially in Illinois, as well as here in Missouri)– and Washington’s birthday, which was a nationally recognized holiday.
However, amid all the other evils credited to the jackanape, in 1971 Nixon signed into law the Uniform Monday Holiday Act, which stuffed the two birthdays into one date, always the third Monday in February.
However, far more depressing than the loss of a day off from school is the fact that the new fangled President’s Day celebration includes Richard Nixon, George W. Bush and now OMB.
But today, on his birthday, let’s take another look at Abraham Lincoln.
I trust you and yours will enjoy the coming festivities. See you next year…
After The Nutcracker this evening, we’re loading up the sleigh and heading out on our holiday hiatus; we’ll see you after the New Year.
We’re going to slow waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down over the holidays. Starting today.
Until after the turn of the year new items will be published on a random, possibly erratic basis. And, as always, there’s no accounting for content.
So…Merry Christmas, Joyeux Noël, Счастливого Рождества and Tennō Tanjōbi! Enjoy yourselves.