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Continuing on to describe the fairy ball ... you maybe get the sense we spent a lot of time wandering around. This is fair enough, but so much of that was exploring, seeing the sights. The setting made as strange as it was, and the people in such costumes; it had a lot of that furry-event energy where everybody's something. We never did ask FAE directly about their dress, and whether it represented something put together for the event or something they had developed for any great while. We did a couple times ask FAE what they hoped to do, or if they wanted to go on their own, out of the fear that they were hanging on to us as the ride home instead of having fun. FAE has a stoic manner, and I say this as someone with a stoic manner except for roller coaster ride photos; we weren't sure they enjoyed the time until they posted to Facebook about how thrilling it was and how it got them out of a creative slump.

But there was a lot to explore, including events like knights in armor battling it out in the Ring of Fire. Or the fire-eater, rolling flames out onto their arm or tongue or palm in this ongoing acrobatic experience. The dance floor, which split its time between vaguely fairy-tale-Europe music and demonstrations of kung fu dance/body movement (including from a six-year-old repeatedly introduced as the midwest's grand champion, I assume in their age class) and wedding party dance, pulled us in near the end of the night. This as they handed out foam tubes with flickering LED lights inside and I tried to not be embarrassing. (The organizer, explaining this as part of his connection with the Grand Rapids Swing Dance group, also taught the ``Polish line dance'' which he explained every time was not Polish and not really a line dance, as the line is a pair of circles dancing against one another. It looked fun enough.)

One moment that stood out for [personal profile] bunnyhugger was the dragon dance. Part of the kung fu school's work was bringing in your classic long dragon puppet, and calling up two groups of nine people each who would get one brief instructional session and like ten minutes of practice time and then go head-to-head in competition. [personal profile] bunnyhugger volunteered and was put in the first group, getting to put her old marching band instincts for synchronized --- and, more important, for delayed synchronized --- movement that not enough of the other participants had. Also to discover how badly her jackalope mask clashed with waving something over her head. For the actual demonstration she handed the mask to me. But disappointment came after her group's demonstration: they didn't have time for the second group of dragon dancers to go on, at least not right now but stick around, maybe later in the night. (They never did, and there would be no getting the group back together once they'd split up. It was hard enough getting the two nines to not drift apart during the organized moment.)

Another high point was FAE introducing us to some of their friends in the fairy-party community. I felt a little awkward at hearing their names --- that sounds like it's against theme to not at least be cagey with names, right? --- but it was, besides a chance for everyone to admire one another's outfits, a chance to meet some of FAE's friends from the part of their life that isn't pinball. Being worth someone's trust like that is a big moment and I don't know that I could express to FAE how good I feel to be worth that trust, but they probably know it, intuitively if nothing else.

So I think I'll leave that as my closing thought for the night. It won't surprise anyone who knows me even slightly that we did stay through the end of the event, and maybe a few minutes past to see the tiniest bit of cleanup and the transition of the dance floor entirely to wedding party. We stayed long enough the natural traffic jam of everyone lined up on the road behind us was able to clear, and we got home with nothing worse than one missed turn.

I was stunned that this was the first time they'd held and event like this. It was all so smooth and so full of things to do --- at least from our perspective --- it felt like something with a good history and a lot of learned lessons. Of course it might be that the organizers were bringing experience with similar events to a new one, and it might be that things were nearer chaos than I perceived. All I can say with certainty is it went great. Glad to have been.


And now on the photo roll it's holiday pictures again. This time they feature a precious bunny and how he spent a portion of the day:

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Of course it wouldn't be Christmas without gifts for our pet rabbit who doesn't know why he has to be moved from his nice cozy home to somewhere else in a car. Here, he asks me why all this is happening and why [personal profile] bunnyhugger didn't stop it.


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How can you disappoint a happy, curious boy like this?


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And here's his gift: a thing to chew! He needed a little encouragement to start chewing because Roger was really not a very chewy rabbit; he'd eat food, and hay, but not other stuff.


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Here we finally waved it in his face enough he got the hint that if he didn't chew it he was never going to have things stop being waved in his face.


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He's freed his present! A veggie and a fruit 'pie'. [personal profile] bunnyhugger pauses to congratulate him with a quick mind-meld before opening the pies up.


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And here is eating the fruit 'pie', an ice-cream-cone dish with dehydrated fruits in it.


Trivia: Based on the United States population as of the census of 1790, and the constitutional provision that there not be more than one Representative for every 30,000 people, the third Congress of the United States could have had a theoretical maximum of 120 in the House of Representatives. (The first Congress, per the 1787 Constitution, was set at 65 members, and the second grew to 69.) Source: The Sum of the People: How the Census Has Shaped Nations, From the Ancient World to the Modern Age, Andrew Whitby. (The third had 105 representatives and one non-voting delegate, from what would become Tennessee.)

Currently Reading: His Majesty's Airship: The Life and Tragic Death of the World's Largest Flying Machine, S C Gwynne.

After leading everyone in hip-hip-huzzahs for the King and Queen of (something) and explaining how their plan to have a mock wedding turned into a real one, the organizer of the fairy ball explained some of the other mysteries of the event. The most important one: what this was and why the Court of the Fae was this strange area full of clearly human-made mounds. The whole property was his parents', and this was their BMX track. So now you understand that wooden tower back at the very top of the hill; it was there so you could start your race with a plummet down a slide and then a big hill before riding your bike into the narrow trail through the woods. And this Court of the Fae area was the ... whatever that part of the BMX track where it's all just little hills that you jump or turn around on is called. We felt considerably more at ease that we weren't doing some silly (but good) cosplay on, like, a burial mound or something. We also wondered, jeez, what was this guy's parents' deal that they had the space and the willingness to build a BMX track? The area with the dance floor the organizer later explained had been his and his brother's ice rink in the winter. I assume by the trick of hosing down the area with water and letting it freeze but still, man, even for Grand Rapids Suburb people that seems like a lot.

He did give us some good advice about things not to miss, though. One of them: the trail through the woods, which he advised walking both by day and at night. We would take the chance both times. Our daytime --- well, fading twilight time --- saw us just the once wander off the trail because the strands of fairy lights and the white banners hung from branches where the trail split weren't enough of a hint for me. FAE came to my rescue in figuring this out. We also passed a couple of BMX obstacles, mostly little wooden triangle ramps. One was more of a trapezoid, and that on a long path of twelve-inch-wide boards that were too narrow to comfortably walk on; they must be a heck of a thing to bike on.

Our twilight walk, starting from the Court of the Fae, came to a halt a little bit before exiting. A couple guys came back the opposite way warning us that the wedding had started and if we continued we would come out right int he middle of it. This was no exaggeration: the trellis for the other end of the trail was exactly where the wedding couple and officiant were gathered, so it wouldn't even be like we might be seen in a few snaps; we'd have to walk right between them. We waited where we were, watching from far enough in the woods that hopefully all anyone noticed is some of their pictures a grainy, shaded raccoon mask floating six feet in the air. I didn't set out to be a cryptid in a fairy wedding but if that's the path life has taken me, I am content.

At night, before the end of everything, we walked the path the other way and it was nice and somehow easier to follow in the better darkness, with the strands of lights making a much less ambiguous path. There were a couple spots where a branch got dangerously close to the trail, but I think all of them were wrapped in either lights or white cloth so you had a good chance not to bonk your head. It left me thinking what an incredible project laying all this out and cleaning all this up must be. Some quirk of fate had almost everyone walking the trail this time taking the same path we did, going from where the wedding was back to the Court of the Fae. Near the end a couple of people walking the other way, coming from the Court of the Fae, felt unsure. One said ``I think we're walking the wrong way,'' since everyone was going the opposite direction. I assured him, ``There's no wrong way to walk the path. Falling down, that's the only wrong way.'' It seemed like a good spontaneous line but felt wiser for being said to people walking an obscure path at a fairy event.

I talk about the trail so much though not because it was where we spent the most time --- it was maybe twenty minutes all told, between both walks, not counting the time spent haunting the deep background of people's wedding photos --- but for how much it impressed a tone on me. This was a space to explore, a place to discover things, alongside people who worried they were going the wrong way.


Back to Christmas pictures; hope you like.

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Looking past the Christmas tree at some of the many plants [personal profile] bunnyhugger's mother keeps in the sun room.


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[personal profile] bunnyhugger getting ready to deploy her film camera on the proceedings.


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And then here she's just looking good as a blue alien. Can you spot me in this picture?


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[personal profile] bunnyhugger about to discover she has a tripod! Again, can you spot me?


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The bottom of the Christmas tree, cleaned out of presents and with a couple baubles that fell off by themselves or with the assistance of the cat.


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A close-up picture of the tree from inside the sun room, looking out.


Trivia: Astronaut Ed White had a Zeiss Ikon Contarex Special 35-mm single lens reflect camera on his spacewalk, and exposed 40 frames during the Gemini 4 flight. The film was Ansco D-200 transparency color with a nominal exposure of 1/500s at f/11. The first twelve frames were definitely exposed during his spacewalk. Frames 13 to 17 may have been exposed during the spaceflight or after White had returned inside; it is not clear which. Frames 18 through 28 were taken within Gemini after the spacewalk. The remaining twelve were blank. Source: Gemini 4: An Astronaut Steps Into The Void, David J Shayler. Almost none of the pictures were ever published, and none widely; almost all published photography from the flight was taken by Jim McDivitt, command pilot.

Currently Reading: His Majesty's Airship: The Life and Tragic Death of the World's Largest Flying Machine, S C Gwynne.

The International Flipper Pinball Association, trying to make up for the pinball community's driving out women over the past half century, set up a parallel Women's Pinball Championship Series. First for the individual United States and Canadian provinces last year. This year, those same state championships plus a North American Championship Series. The first director for Michigan's Women's Pinball Championship? [personal profile] bunnyhugger, whose smooth operations of things last year was marred only by her first-round loss to a player she never heard of before.

As things developed this year, [personal profile] bunnyhugger was slated to face someone she had heard of, who coincidentally had her same first name, and whom she didn't feel confident about being able to beat. Her only hope was that someone of the top sixteen players --- the eight women with highest ranking in co-ed competitions, and the eight with highest ranking in women-only contests, and a bewildering set of rules about people who are in both top eights --- didn't say they were attending. They all said they were attending.

And then in the last days before the tournament this past Sunday, the extraordinary's happening caused a foreseeable result. The Detroit Lions have had a very good season and were playing a second-round postseason game for the first time, uh, I don't know, since pro football stopped mostly having teams with names like the 'North Tonawanda Hupmobile Marble-Eaters'. (I haven't looked this up. It's been a while, anyway.) With their playing Sunday, [personal profile] bunnyhugger's opponent, who works for the Lions in some capacity, had to drop out. This lined [personal profile] bunnyhugger up to play someone first round that she was sure she could beat. (As it happens, that person would knock out last year's champion and go on to the final four.)

But while she was feeling confident in that, the extraordinarily predictable happened. One of the players had to drop out for Covid-19. Sad news, yes, and it confused everyone because now one of the players switched between the 'open' and 'restricted' sides (see above bewildering rules). When everything was settled [personal profile] bunnyhugger could look forward to facing ... a player she never heard of before.

The search for intelligence on this new opponent was frustrating. MWS was happy to offer the tip that this other player had been on fire, and everyone in the comments sections agreed. I tried digging into other player's record, so far as we could find, to see how serious a threat she might be --- a fair player having a hot streak? A great player under-valued because she doesn't play enough different tournaments? --- and we couldn't reach any conclusions, or even ideas about what she might be weak on. Her home venue has everything so we couldn't even suppose that she wouldn't be likely to have experience on older games or something. So things were excited around here leading up to the tournament.

If you glanced at this blog yesterday you saw what the final result is. But the story of how we got there, I intend to share ... in two days. Maybe one, if I have time after pinball league tomorrow, but the track record suggests I will not. We'll see, though.


Some fresh pictures from Ghostwood Estates now, please, as of KennyKon last year.

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More of the wedding feast, including the cake.


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And a look at the organist, the happy couple, and a ghost girl who doesn't look at all like she's falling over backwards.


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The label identifies this as a Grafonola record player. Wikipedia tells me the Grafonola was the Columbia Phonograph Company's line of internal-horn mechanical-amplification record players so either this is an amusement park item with a labelling mistake or Wikipedia doesn't know everything.


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A working stunt! So this axe fell down --- not too quickly --- as I approached it, giving me a jump scare, first because of anything moving; then I thought, oh, well, they wouldn't turn this on if it actually got anywhere near anyone; then I thought, it's designed to not get near anyone sitting in a car, which I am not; and finally I thought, but they also wouldn't turn it on if it got anywhere near someone walking through, like they knew people were going to do.


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Moving into the next chamber, with all the knights and banners and axes to fall slowly aside.


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I believe the yellow is the same shield as in the previous picture, but the red is a different one yet.


Trivia: After the war Paul Revere's rolling mill at Canton, Massachusetts provided sheet copper for several United States Navy vessels. Source: Redcoats and Rebels: The American Revolution Through British Eyes, Christopher Hibbert.

Currently Reading: The Six: The Untold Story of America's First Women Astronauts, Loren Grush.

PS: Reviewing _Popeye and Son_, Episode 11: Ain't Mythbehavin' gives us another Popeye cartoon with a dragon!

I'll get back to my life soon, I promise. Stuff is going on in it is all. Meanwhile, though, there was some good news out of Grand Rapids. To quote an article on WLNS's web site written by [personal profile] bunnyhugger's favorite newswriter Skyler Ashley, ``Bald eagles, a snow leopard, a coati and a sloth are settling in at the John Ball Zoo in Grand Rapids''. It's thrilling to hear about, especially as they're the nearest coatis to me just now. (The Saginaw Zoo used to have coatis but they're not listed on either their web site or Wikipedia.)

Less thrilling: the headline of the article is ``John Ball Zoo in Grand Rapids welcomes bald eagle, snow leopard, sloth''. And the article doesn't toss off a word about what coatis are; we can assume bald eagles, snow leopards, and sloths are common knowledge but I know coatis aren't, given how long I was having friends of many years' acquaintance telling me they just saw coatis on a nature documentary and didn't know we were real, they thought I'd made them up. On the other hand, the photo with the article was of coatis, and that did give a one-sentence explanation. The picture's credited Getty Images so I doubt it's the John Ball Zoo's, but the picture does make an excellent case for how much we've got it going on.


And now I finish off with a last couple pictures from the walk around [personal profile] bunnyhugger's parents' neighborhood.

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Peering onto the college campus past the coffee-cake landscape. I like the way the colors blend in this picture.


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Rust Belt Ramen? Also as I was walking past a chartered bus came up to drop off people. The bus line suggested they were an Indiana-Ohio company but I can't figure how anyone would ride all the way up from either state for ramen however good it is. I assume it's a bus from somewhere more local but then why couldn't someone local find a chartered bus company from somewhere not a minimum an hour away? Seems like a waste of the driver's time at minimum.


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Do you know what time it was when I took this photograph? Because it was 6:15.


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I don't know the story behind this little stretch of parallel tracks to the main railroad tracks in town but I like looking down them.


Trivia: Margaret E Knight was paid royalties, capped at US$25,000, for the use of her 1879 patent for an improved paper-bag-making machine by her partner, the Eastern Paper Bag Company of Hartford, Connecticut. Source: Small Things Considered: Why There Is No Perfect Design, Henry Petroski.

Currently Reading: Gemini 4: An Astronaut Steps Into The Void, David J Shayler.

I'm still keeping to light duty on my mathematics blog. From the last two weeks posts have included:

Meanwhile in cartoon-watching here's 60s Popeye: Hag-Way Robbery, and the mystery of how you kidnap a Jeep

Now let me close out the pictures of that visit to the Grand Rapids Public Museum, back in February 2020. After the museum we'd go to Two Beards for dinner and liked that, and then popped in to the Pyramid Scheme to play a little pinball. But it was crowded and noisy --- it was a Saturday evening --- so we didn't stay long.

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It's everything you need to make your own jigsaw puzzles! A 1960s toy, I think this was. Also note how it insists this saw is ``Safe'' first and foremose.


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From the 1980s bedroom, the Shirt Tales raccoon looks up terrified.


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Oh, that's where the G.I.Joe Aircraft Carrier playset went.


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So the part of the toys exhibit that really drew us in: an Arcade meant to evoke the arcade life of the 80s. There were a bunch of arcade games although not a working change machine; we were taken by surprise by the need for quarters. And that because ...


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Yup! They had pinball. On loan from the guy who owns the Pyramid Scheme in Grand Rapids. The games were an Elektra, an early solid state that we couldn't get to register quarters (although someone got help and got a couple games going), a Whirlwind, a late solid state that [personal profile] bunnyhugger got on the high score table for, if I remember right, and then this woodrail, World Beauties, that was permanently out of order.


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The backglass for World Beauties, which I'm guessing is about completing target sets to match each of the women on the backglass.


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World Beauties' playfield. You see the early-game weirdness here, including strange flipper placement, three lanes in the center to drain through, and three gobble holes, which end your ball but give you 200,000 points or a special when lit.


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The arcade games, which included a bunch of modern emulators and fair enough.


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Also on display were a couple of early home arcade machines.


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The Grand Rapids Public Museum has this 1928 Spillman carousel in a nice enclosure just off the main body of the museum ... and ... it was closed for renovations.


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Like many cities, Grand Rapids tore down is Gilded Age town hall in the 60s and has regretted it since. They have on display stuff about the demolition and the fight against it; here's a ribbon from the city hall's original dedication and a pin from those who tried to keep it around.


Trivia: At its 1968 merger with the New York Central, the Pennsylvania Railroad was operating 750 passenger trains daily, counting commuter trains, with 787 sleeping cars, 1,162 coaches, 152 parlor cars, and 256 dining and buffet cars. Source: The Men Who Loved Trains: The Story of Men Who Battled Greed to Save an Ailing Industry, Rush Loving Jr.

Currently Reading: The Invention of Murder: How the Victorians Revelled in Death and Detection and Created Modern Crime, Judith Flanders.

Now back to the Grand Rapids Public Museum, in February 2020, exploring their exhibit of toys and play.

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Board games get some attention, with Monopoly used to represent the genre. I had not seen editions where the hotels are represented as the Grand Hotel, not in person anyway.


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Notes to go with the Monopoly game they had on display. It explains the game came in three editions: Junior Edition, Popular Edition, and White Box edition. Which, uh ... huh? Anyway, look at the landscaping around the Grand Hotels there.


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Now, why does The Bee have anything to say about yarn?


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From the display of 1960s toys and, I have to assume, photographed through a sheet of wax paper: the Dreuke Lumber Yard, letting you build scale imitations of any wood structure you like. I WANT THIS.


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They set up rooms with bunches of toys keyed to each decade. The signs suggested these were what kids born in that decade were playing with, but that's not reflecting that a kid won't really have toys like these until they're, like, six? Eight? Twelve? Anyway this makes more sense as a bundling of toys a 70s rec room might have, and it certainly nails that look. Each room had a TV playing commercials of that decade.


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A Muppet Show clock. I'd have loved one.


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Board games of the 70s, including such immortal games as the Six Million Dollar Man, or the environmental test kit for beloved Bureau of Land Management mascot Johnny Horizon.


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And a 1974 edition of the Dungeons and Dragons set, Also, a toy xylophone.


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Hey, the Fisher-Price McDonald's playset! I ... knew someone who had that and thought it was neat.


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If you want to see more of that toy set, here's This Old Toy's page about it. Also, I genuinely love that old Playskool style.


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They had a giant Wooly Willy to play with, so folks could try making him look like me.


Trivia: Mary Cadwalader Jones in her 1900 European Travel for Women warns recommends the bicycle as a way to tour France, but warns that there are some keep-to-the-right and some keep-to-the-left cities and districts within cities, and that one cannot be sure which one is in, ``so you must always keep your eyes open if you are bicycling''. Source: The Discovery of France: A Historical Geography, Graham Robb.

Currently Reading: The Invention of Murder: How the Victorians Revelled in Death and Detection and Created Modern Crime, Judith Flanders.

We took our pets to the vet. We had to wait in the car, so we couldn't get to see the new renovations that considerably expanded the clinic's location.

As we expected our rabbit is in good shape and has nothing particular to be concerned about. The vet was able to see the cataracts in both eyes, possibly a sign that the small one is growing, but not something to worry about. We've got her scheduled at the animal ophthalmology center for May. But we learn all this from a wellness report card, which is new and is possibly done to replace the in-person talk we'd have under normal conditions. It's a good practice, though, since it's got nice little boxes for everything that could be a normal concern, and it's in nice printed storable form.

Our mouse, also as we expected, has fur mites. Not a serious problem and not something likely to spread to our rabbit or to us, as these mites only live on mice. (They could bite us, on spec, but it won't get them anything.) The treatment is easy enough: a drop of the parasite-killing Revolution on his back once a month for three months. Oh, and we have to completely change out the bedding and wipe down his cage every two weeks for the next three months.

That's sad, because it meant disturbing his elaborate and well-developed nest. It also meant we got to see his nest for the first time. We'd given him the cardboard box some piece of electronics shipped in, and he disappeared into it and only sometimes emerged and we were dying of curiosity what that was like in there. Here, we could finally see it, in its destruction. A while back we saw he would grab and chew at the plastic that little seeds used as treats were kept in. It turns out he chewed that into a nice soft pleasant bit of bedding material. We had assumed he just liked chewing the plastic and maybe dreamed of getting at the seeds himself.

So, he's got a fully-replaced litter bin and while he's lost the Kleenex box and the packing crate that provided him shelter, we have set him up with a bunch of paper towel tubes, as well as a bunch of fur that our rabbit had shed, so he's able to do something with all that.

The greatest surprise is learning that our pet mouse is, in fact, at his ``optimum'' weight. We'd known him as being overweight so we're glad he's gotten fit and energetic as he lurches into old age.


And now, photograph-wise, we're into February 2020! I'm within a week of being only a year behind! So day after Valentine's Day, [personal profile] bunnyhugger told me we were going to a pinball tournament in Grand Rapids she'd forgotten to mention. This was a trick, although there was such a tournament. Instead, no, we were going to the Grand Rapids Public Museum to see Story Musgrave talk about his life. Since I didn't know what we were really there for, I didn't have my camera, just my iPod Touch, but a lousy camera is better than no camera, except for some of the pictures I got.

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Before we get there, though? A completed jigsaw puzzle. [personal profile] bunnyhugger had started this puzzle --- a Photoshop-treated photograph made so it looked illustrated --- before Halloween and it was a bit of a bear, which is why she only completed it in February. Rrf. The tipoff that it's a photograph is [personal profile] bunnyhugger recognized some of the props from, like, Halloween City.


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An assembled jigsaw puzzle will hold together amazingly well! The higher quality ones do, anyway. Before she breaks up a puzzle [personal profile] bunnyhugger tests lifting it up and seeing just how much it holds together.


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And from a moment playing Mice and Mystics with [personal profile] bunnyhugger's parents. We finally gave in to the idea of photographing the state of our characters' cards and such rather than write down everything so we could put the game away until next time. It may strike you that Jakobe is neither a mouse nor a mystic, to which we explain, this was the expansion set.


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And then a little something I saw in the games section of Meijer's while shopping one day. I thought it might be a fun thing to surprise [personal profile] bunnyhugger with, and figured to go back and look and see whether it was at all possibly good. But then, you know, everything.


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But that's that. On to the museum! Sitting up ready for Musgrave to start speaking.


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Musgrave getting on stage. He gave a peppy talk, about an hour long, but still went through about 280 PowerPoint slides, an act of daring maybe even more incredible than spacewalking.


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Musgrave gathering stuff together and talking with people after the presentation.


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Downstairs now, to check our coats (we rushed to get to the presentation on time), and we get to see a chunk of the Berlin Wall that the museum has.


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The special limited-time exhibition at the museum was Games and Toys, so we went to it. First thing demonstrated: this presentation of the oldest toy known to humans.


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With the year 50,000 BC(?) covered by the stick, we jump now to the early 20th century and teddy bears.


Trivia: In the ten days after Belgium's 1935 departure from the gold standard and devaluation of its currency, around 6.3 billion French francs left that country, mostly for the United Kingdom or United States. Source: A Low Dishonest Decade: The Great Powers, Eastern Europe, and the Economic Origins of World War II, 1930 - 1941, Paul N Hehn.

Currently Reading: The Invention of Murder: How the Victorians Revelled in Death and Detection and Created Modern Crime, Judith Flanders.

In other circumstances, we'd have been in Columbus by now. Well, Worthington, Ohio, anyway. Probably we'd have dropped Sunshine and Fezziwig at [personal profile] bunnyhugger's parents, for a lunch that went longer than we planned on. A rush to Ohio to get to Coon's Candy before it shuts (and then we remember that it would be open on Monday when we'd be driving back, as that wouldn't be Memorial Day). Getting to the hotel that's still strange and alien and unusual. Probably dinner at Hot Head Burritos. Going out the night before the convention started to see stuff being set up and ambiguous signs about there being karaoke. Probably stopping in the Mystery Science Theater 3000 event just late enough that the hosts have gotten drunk and people are just coming up to say whatever pops in their head while, oh, The Werewolf of Washington finishes off its last reel. We'd have had no idea what was going on, but, it would have been nice to have been there.


Kept my humor blog going another week, despite it all. Here's what's been running:


The theme for today's pictures? It is a grab bag, a couple miscellaneous photos of nothing big, taken over a couple of days during September 2018. A little glimpse of the neighborhood and things going on in it, then.

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Big stuffed raccoon that hung around our hipster bar a fair while. I had not seen it in a while before everything shut down, but, stuff appears and goes missing there a lot. For a while they had a raccoon on their staff page, but last I looked they didn't.


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The bounties of going to a pinball event! We won a gift card to Stella's, extremely hipster bar in Grand Rapids, by going to a small pinball event organized by AJH at Logan's Alley, a nice cozy bar in a different part of Grand Rapids that had four tables. We'd have extremely cramped pinball tournaments there.


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From, based on the date, a Grand Rapids Pinball League night. This is in a different bar from the two mentioned above. It has rather more space, although not really enough for league night. Photograph of the standings taken at the start of the fourth ball and, given that I took the picture, I must have been player four. So, yeah, I went in with second place and honestly a fair gap to wrestle out a first place, but if I stayed focused and controlled I could get 25 million. (The point of a photograph like this is to make sure that, on going back to the group which is necessarily away from the pinball tables, you have the order of finish recorded right.)


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Eight minutes later (by the timestamps): OK, so I overachieved. ... Seriously; Grand Rapids ranked people only by order so after I had 25 million I should have stood down. I have to suppose I had some mode, or likely a series of modes, with animations that kept the scores from displaying so I couldn't tell that I had won. Anyway, I don't seem to have been stabbed in the kidneys for this.


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Some local excitement! Someone's car hit the light pole outside the neighbor's house and so this was the most interesting feature of the block for a couple weeks.


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Here's a close-up of the base, which has surely important identification information that's all but illegible under decades of rust. Anyway, the city didn't just leave things like that forever.


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After a couple days they put some traffic cones on either side. Turns out that great bit dome was just plastic, by the way, so it was much lighter than you'd have figured.


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Fish and Chips! A few months after that closed, LeeLee's Coney Island settled in to reopen it as an eating place. Here's a picture from the while that they had their new-but-still-temporary sign on the frontage but hadn't changed the rotating-when-the-wind-takes-it Fish and Chips sign.


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They did, however, keep the old Fish-and-Chips in- and out- signs for the drive-through lane. LeeLee's didn't last long, sad to say. The current restaurant there has replaced the in-and-out signs, and put their name on the lantern sign. But, in a nod to tradition, they haven't fixed the motor so the sign still only turns as the wind dictates.


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So the landlord next door finally sold the house, and had to do a clean-out after years of lousy renters that was severe enough that he had to rent a dumpster and haul out everything. So, you know, they have the sorts of stuff that accumulates in a house that's had a long string of dubious renters, like bad sofas and broken lamps and warped box fans and wait why do you have the pillar from outside a 1960s Chinese restaurant? We will never know the story behind this.


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Lesser but still wonderful mysteries. So [personal profile] bunnyhugger got a dozen farm-raised eggs from a place she passed on the way home from work, and here's the variety, including, yeah, second from the right on top: a flipping green egg. It's faint but it is green. I know, right?


Trivia: For the 1890 census the average male tabulator processed 32 thousand cards per day; the average female tabulator, 47 thousand. Source: Wondrous Contrivances: Technology at the Threshold, Merritt Ierley.

Currently Reading: The Thousand-Year Flood: The Ohio-Mississippi Disaster of 1937, David Welky.

We took our souvenir back to the car, and [profile] bunny_hugger grabbed her warm gloves which she'd left behind in the hurry not to miss the event. Then went back to buy general admission to the museum. There were several demonstrations going on for the Roger That! event, such as a couple of engineering majors from Grand Valley State University showing off their prototype for a contingency-sample-grabber in case astronauts return to the moon. We came in on the tail end of them explaining the design constraints and responses to someone else so we had to ask what exactly all this was for. Another demonstration was of iron cooled to the point of being diamagnetic, where it rejects all magnetic fields. This is the state that lets it levitate over a magnetic track, which they'd set up --- with a bit maybe too fussy to work reliably --- as a Möbius strip track. This only works at just the right speed, so it kept making a part of an orbit and dropping off. This in part because the presenter was so eager to have something to show he'd put the iron on the track before it had quite gotten cool enough.

We stuck mostly to the second floor of the museum, looking particularly at a display of ivory and related materials. This included talk about the ivory trade. One sign put forth the question about, granted that ivory is beautiful and can make beautiful things, but can't we have both ivory and the animals it's harvested from? [profile] bunny_hugger took a picture of the sign as a perfect example of framing questions about animals entirely in terms of human use of animals, that she might use in talking about environmental ethics classes sometime.

(This is as good a spot as any to mention a line I forgot in writing about Musgrave yesterday: in showing a picture of the tractor his family had when he was a kid, he asked if there were farm people here. And then answered, ``Of course there are, it's Michigan.'' Also apparently Musgrave has a position with the University of Michigan, Flint Campus?)

The last exhibit on the second floor, and the one that ate up more and more time, was Toys. We've been meaning to get to it for ages; it's been listed as a temporary exhibit, but that's gone on for years and ... oh, all right, they've just announced it will be closing this summer. Well, we got to it, then. The first room's a very abbreviated history of toys before the modern era. The ``oldest'' exhibit threatens to be a prank; it's just a Stick. Everyone who saw this was moved to photograph it, including me, who --- expecting to go to a pinball tournament --- had no real camera, just my iPod.

After this, though, it turned to a series of imitation recrooms, given date rooms and generations. Baby Boomers, 1946-64. Gen X, 1965-1980(or so). Millennials, 1980-199(?). Each room had a heap of toys, and a TV set playing a loop of commercials for the era. The attempt to divide the ages by generation and by date leads to some logical muddles. Like, the 80s G.I.Joe dolls get put under Millennial, and yeah, the dolls were still around and there's kids who grew up watching the cartoons. But they started coming out in 1982. There's a lot more Gen X kids who grew up playing with those. Granted that a discrete thing has to be put in one spot. But it did feel like both Millennials and Gen X were being cheated, Millennials by having their cohort represented with toys left over from the decade before them and Gen X by having their toys swiped by Millennials. On the other hand, this is also quite true. There's something a little weird that in 1990 you could get Transformers, G.I.Joe, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and My Little Pony toys, and you can do the same in 2020.

While the Gen X recroom seemed a little old-fashioned to my eyes, it also was the one that looked most like a place you actually would hang out and play. I don't know whether that's luck of the draw or what. Certainly helping is that they had a false stairway so it looked the most like going down into your friend's basement. Also it had a Sit-and-Spin, something I had not thought of for decades. It brought back many memories of sitting on it, and not getting to spin nearly enough to be interesting, until finally a sibling punched you. Their TV set never quite got to commercials that I particularly remembered, although we did find the amazingly narrow spot where you could actually hear the audio, as opposed to just reading the captions on a silent set. It's amazing how narrowly they could focus the audio on that.

Part of the exhibit, and something we had especially wanted to get there for, was the Arcade. This was meant to evoke the 80s video arcades and it was set up in a small room adjacent to the main hall. A couple video games, a change machine that it turns out was not just for show --- the games demanded quarters! --- and a juke box and a tabletop hockey game that seemed anachronistic to me. Also at least one of the video games was your modern multicade thing as opposed to something you could play in Circa 1983.

There was pinball, of course. The most glorious thing was a woodrail, a 1950s pinball game, which sadly had an Out of Order sign on it. This wasn't just our bad luck for the day; the game had lucite boxes around its flipper buttons, plunger, and coin slot. It was there to make sure you'd have the authentic arcade experience of the game that looks interesting but is out of order. Also out of order, apparently: Elektra, an early solid state pinball game. It wasn't signed as out of order, but it wouldn't take quarters --- it felt like the coinbox was jammed --- and people warned us not to waste our money, either because it wouldn't give credits or they didn't like the game. (Which I would understand; Elektra had a weird design.)

But there were two other games: Meteor and Whirlwind, both games that we like but also that we can play anytime. Well, not really anytime, but reasonably so: Meteor is one of the stalwarts of MJS's pole barn and often shows up at Pinball At The Zoo. Whirlwind they've just got in at the bowling alley on the west side of town. Still, no reason not to play them. We had a fine enough game on Meteor, and then on Whirlwind [profile] bunny_hugger was having a great time. The game, a late solid state, has a multiball mode that's incredibly hard to start; the ramp needed for it is harder than it looks. Yet she kept making it. Then the game made this harder still: the switches that are supposed to register the locked balls were sticky, not letting the ball settle into place. Despite this she got a three-ball multiball started and, as is traditional for Whirlwind, ended without a jackpot. It's a very difficult jackpot. Still, she got the two-ball multiball started. And tried the extremely hard plunge of the ball that, sometimes, on some machines, makes the ramp shot that scores the jackpot. And it did.

So she walked up to the machine and on her first game on it, put up seven million points and High Score #1. Pretty good playing.

And now somehow, first, it was past 4 pm and the museum was closing in less than an hour; and second, people were playing Spectrum. It even looked like they had 16 credits or some ludicrous number like that. Maybe there was a coin box avalanche? I'd also gone over and given someone a hand finding the 'start' button on Meteor, causing me to realize how weird it is that start button placement migrated for so very long before, after the early 80s, freezing in place. Not sure what's going on there.

Rather than wait for Elektra --- there is literally no guessing what a novice at a pinball table with over a dozen credits will do --- we went downstairs. We hadn't yet ridden the carousel. They have a 1928 Spillman carousel, set in a glass rotunda extended from the main building; it's in glorious shape and to ride that on a day that's still quite bright considering a fine misty snow has come out of nowhere ... well, that would be grand. And make for some good pictures for [profile] bunny_hugger's annual self-made carousel calendar for 2021.

It was closed.

For the day, the sign said, although a sign next to it thanked the donor who had paid for a major renovation. One expected to take six years to complete. We might not ride this again until 2027!

We would learn later things aren't that dire. The museum expects the ride to reopen this fall. Considering that when we were last here, a couple years ago, the carousel was not in bad shape it implies they must be keeping extraordinary care of it. No idea what all takes six years to finish. The signs did promise they would be replacing all the very many incandescent bulbs with LED bulbs. This ... mm. Well, it'll look different. It's probably a good change to make, since it'll demand less power, and less maintenance in replacing bulbs. And the lessened light bulb heat will strain the wooden mechanism less.

Still, it left us jabbed a bit. Not that we wouldn't have spent the rest of the day in the museum, had we known the carousel was closed, but that we had expected to get at least one ride in.

Rather than go back to Toys we looked at some of the projects that school teams had made as part of Roger That! After Story Musgrave's talk had finished, they'd announced prizes for various group projects; about half the teams had someone on-hand to accept an award and applause from the people lingering after the talk. Here, we saw a bunch of Science Fair-type posterboards and craft projects aimed at answering ... we weren't precisely sure. The projects seemed to circle around ``communities in space'' and also ``water in space'', with maybe a side of robots. The write-ups were almost iconically School Project, in endearing ways. Well, [profile] bunny_hugger was not endeared to the group whose card explained the methods they used to research their project was ``Google Scholar'', nothing further said. But I was endeared to the number of projects that explained the hardest part of the project was getting everyone in the group to know what they were supposed to be doing and what they were not.

Beside this was a small gallery of space-themed art projects, which we found the most interesting; they were all done by serious art students or working artists in celebration of particular astronauts or accomplishments and they had a nice variety of styles and iconography that even I could understand. And this brought us near enough to closing time; we huddled in the gift shop --- [profile] bunny_hugger bought some astronaut ice cream and some small fossils --- until we were ready to brave the weather again.

It was maybe 5:30 --- a half-hour past the museum close and there were still people hanging around the first-floor gallery so it's a very soft close --- and we debated whether to eat in town. We figured to. We tried to go to Stella's, the hipster bar, but it was dinnertime on a Saturday and the wait for a two-person table was already ``maybe an hour''. So we settled instead in Two Beards, the sandwich shop we'd usually get an easy lunch from when we were playing in Grand Rapids Pinball League regularly. They were almost full too; we got seats only by my tossing coats over a couple chairs when one couple left. And yet over the course of our early dinner the place mostly cleared out. Apparently the weekend dinner rush is quite tightly focused.

After this we stopped in the Pyramid Scheme, which we haven't been to much since we dropped out of the Grand Rapids Pinball League. It turns out they've replaced the Total Nuclear Annihilation, a great retro-style pinball game, and that's rather disappointed us. They did have a Pinball Magic, a mid-90s Capcom pinball game that's rare and weird and we were glad to see that. Less glad when it turned out the magnet gimmick that lets you lock balls --- by having them run along the end of a magic wand prop --- didn't work, so that multiball was inaccessible. But a couple games in we did get the hang of playing this, somewhat, at least. We also played a game of Twilight Zone --- one of the few tables they have there, now, that isn't also at the hipster bar in Lansing --- despite it being right next to the front door and so blasted with cold air intermittently. We both had amazingly good games. [profile] bunny_hugger had, if not her best, then certainly among her best ever games of it. And was quite cross with me for having a slightly better game. I started to have fancies of reaching Lost in the Zone, the game's wizard mode, which evaporated when the last ball did a Twilight Zone classic, jumping out of the pop bumpers into the right outlane.

And this was enough day for us. We got back to the parking garage, where we'd had to get nearly to the top to find a single open non-reserved space, and I drove us home, in [profile] bunny_hugger's car. She had to check on a minor crisis at work --- I'd brought the Mi-Fi, not being sure whether RLM's place had wireless --- and then getting confused about whether MWS had made it to that tournament after all. (He hadn't.) But apparently JTV, who we never see anymore, did and that's a shame to have missed.

And that was our Saturday expedition.

Trivia: oddy McDowell joined the panels for KTLA's Pantomime Quiz in 1947 by wandering into the studio and being fascinated by the proceedings, then asking if he could join in. Source: Quiz Craze, Thomas A DeLong.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.


PS: Taking a step back from the band organ at Santa's Workshop.

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Sign explaining the carousel and some of its history; although it was a fair bit after the hour when we were here, it was still playing, suggesting a pretty long performance.


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Here, just some of the landscape of the park. And the long slope downhill past the Skee-ball gallery.


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More of the landscaping. It's surely the most off-level park we've visited.


I finally got a hint of what we were doing by seeing a logo for ``Roger That!'' And remembered that [profile] bunny_hugger, fresh off seeing the movie Apollo 13 for the first time, had asked if I knew Roger Chaffee was from Grand Rapids? I did not, although guess who the planetarium there is named for. And in some small talk she asked which astronauts I've seen, like, in person. My most exciting connection is a chat with Harrison Schmitt, Apollo 17, working out that a picture in this one Peanuts book was certainly not him, and was probably from Apollo 15, but that he autographed anyway.

``Roger That!'' is a four-year-old science-outreach program of the Grand Rapids Public Museum. It's held in mid-February, to match Roger Chaffee's birthday of the 15th, so we were there on his actual birthday. The talk we were there for: Astronaut Story Musgrave Presents: From Farm Kid to Trauma Surgeon to Rocketman and Way Beyond. We settled into the lecture hall early, getting second-row seats (the first row was reserved) and wondering just how full it would get. It turns out only about half full, even though the event was ``sold out'', a hazard of tickets that are free but request reservation. If we made any mistake it was that we sat on the right side of the stage; the people organizing this, and Musgrave himself, hung around the left side, where the podium was, and Musgrave walked around the seats there chatting and looking back up and all that. This is just as well: I am a bad small talker at the best of times and could not possibly think of anything non-embarrassing to say in the circumstance. That Peanuts book thing with Harrison Schmitt I had weeks to prepare for.

We did watch in the row with us a family with three kids, all of whom had sketchpads and all of whom were drawing ... something or other. An empty stage doesn't seem like much of an artistic subject, but [profile] bunny_hugger was impressed by the parents encouraging that creativity. I'm impressed they had the courage to draw like that in public; I'd be far too bashful to try.

Musgrave's title for his talk likely gave you some idea what it was about. He took his hour --- he was careful to check on the time, and several times remarked on whether he would finish by the designated hour of 12:11, after they started ten minutes late ``because of the traffic'' --- to describe his life. It's been a lot of life. Musgrave belongs to that class of astronauts who didn't particularly think about going to space as a child. They just kept doing a lot of things and eventually this set him on a rocket. So he had a lot of adventures. Including a lot of college experiences. Musgrave's credited with six academic degrees (a BS, an MBA, a BA, an MD, an MS, and an MA), and his talk gave the impression he would just feel a little restless one weekend so he'd drive to a small town, ask where the nearest college was, and ask if they have any application blanks on hand.

I have cultivated the habit, if I must give a Powerpoint-style presentation, to put a slide up and leave it up for a good minute or so. Musgrave has different habits. He put up and advanced through slides fast enough to be exhausting. Well, anyone's life will be confusing if reduced to one hour's talk, but especially so when there are things that were done simultaneously but have to be presented in some particular order. For example, Musgrave did a lot of work as trauma surgeon while he was part of the 1967 group of NASA astronauts. He didn't mention this was the group that named itself the ``Excess Eleven'', so-called because their first day Director of Flight Crew Operations Deke Slayton warned them there were no flight spots available for them for the foreseeable future. Without that knowledge it kind of seems like he wondered, oh, I don't know, will I pop over to Skylab this weekend or pick up a couple hours at the emergency room?

This was all a very funny talk, as you might expect if you've seen Musgrave on a TV show. Quite lighthearted, as well. Now and then a theme tried to intrude, of some vague thoughts about preparing yourself for how you're going to make your mark in the world. It never quite got to being a motivational speech, but there were a couple slides where I felt like he was going that way. But it's hard to come up with a grand lesson about a kid who worked out how to get a college education paid for by the GI Bill and a wrestling scholarship and being in the Reserves and a side hustle doing mechanic work was preparing himself to fly into space on all five space shuttles. I can make one out: his attestation of himself is that he worked very hard to be really good at a great diversity of things, so that when some extraordinary opportunities were available, he was the best candidate for them. It didn't quite get there, though.

[profile] bunny_hugger told me how she had thought about buying one of Musgrave's books --- which he had mentioned included one that's pictures of the T-38 planes astronauts fly, many of which happen by wild coincidence to include the space shuttle in frame --- so that he could autograph it. But she had read up on it and learned that Musgrave doesn't do autographs much anymore, as they're too often just put right up on eBay. You know how it is; the marketization of everything has wrecked every hobby. And then at the end of the talk they announced he would be signing autographs just outside.

I'm surprised that only perhaps a quarter of the people at the lecture stuck around for an autograph. The line formed outside, more or less following this set of moonwalker footprints placed on the carpet and mostly meant to lead to the Roger Chaffee display. There was enough ambiguity in the line placement that we ended up behind a group of people who were just standing there, talking, for a couple minutes before they noticed we were behind them. All right.

Musgrave had eight-by-tens of old NASA publicity photos; the one we got was of his first spaceflight, on Challenger, STS-6. He autographed it to both of us. [profile] bunny_hugger mentioned how going to this talk, which was great, was her Valentine's Day gift to me. I agreed, and that I liked it ... and that my gift to her was a T-shirt. It was the new red Silverball Museum t-shirt that I'd secretly picked up when I was back in New Jersey in January. She was wearing it, part of the subterfuge that tricked me into coming here. I cannot guess what Musgrave thought of these revelations.

Trivia: On the 19th of February, 1903, a Harrisburg newspaper reported on Milton Hershey buying ``all the land bordering Spring Creek, from its source until it empties into Swatara Creek'', the spot which would become the town of Hershey. Source: Hershey: Milton S Hershey's Extraordinary Life of Wealth, Empire, and Utopian Dreams, Michael D'Antonio.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.

PS: Reading the Comics, February 11, 2020: Symbols Edition, which turned out to feature more of me thinking about my elementary school experiences than usual.


PS: Looking around Santa's Workshop a little longer.

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Some more of the reindeer on the Santa's Workshop carousel.


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There are not only reindeer on the carousel. It has two chariots, naturally, an a couple of regular horses.


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And here's one of the park's band organs, opposite the sidewalk from the carousel.

Valentine's Day was a bit low-key around here. [profile] bunny_hugger has had one of those colds that drains all the color from life. And, separately, a doctor's appointment that took up the whole morning. In the evening she mentioned that we were going to a pinball tournament the next day, though. RLM was having another tournament in his fairly-new facility just outside Grand Rapids. Bit of short notice but, that's all right, I can roll with that. When she started to talk about a tournament I thought she was talking about a new Bells and Chimes tournament, since [profile] bunny_hugger's wanted to get to those more often. It would be a morning tournament, annoying, moreso as RLM wanted everyone checked in by 10:30, but we've certainly done worse.

Come morning [profile] bunny_hugger packed a cooler with drinks while I showered and all. We didn't need to bring food; RLM was going to provide pizza. We started out in my car, to find the low-tire-pressure light was on and I don't know whether that was legitimately low or whether it's just reflecting that it's been bitterly cold. Anyway, we swapped out to [profile] bunny_hugger's car, and in the confusion I never noticed that she didn't get the cooler out of my car. Which would have been a trick, since she had never put it in my car.

I'm only about 40% sure I could guide us to RLM's place unaided. My satellite navigator has the place in it, so I brought that in case hers did not have it recorded. It didn't, but she had the address, so now it is recorded. And we got started, later than we really wanted but still on time to get to RLM's by 10:30 ... with even a few minutes to spare, if there were no late traffic problems. We got almost to the point where I-96 splits off the spur that goes into Grand Rapids when [profile] bunny_hugger told me to stop the podcast. She had a confession.

When she said we were going to a pinball tournament, she was lying.

We were going to something in Grand Rapids instead.

She had the address for the place, and could I put that into the satellite navigator instead. All right. And did I have any guesses what we might be doing instead?

No, I had no idea. This kind of fib would be the sort of thing to get someone to a surprise party. But it's not anywhere near my birthday, nor our anniversary, and while it's kind of close to our designated relationship anniversary (Leap Day) it's not all that close. Possibly a concert? But then we similar logical problems: why keep that a secret? Also, who'd be starting a concert at 11 am? (Well, something with upper-class connotations, like an orchestral performance or something.) Longer-shot thoughts: a play? An (animals-free) circus? Going to one, as a surprise Valentine's Day present, that starts to make sense again.

We got to the address. It was the Grand Rapids Public Museum. Which made, like, a concert or opera or play a pretty low-probability event, and almost knocked out the circus idea. All [profile] bunny_hugger would tell me --- and I did say I wanted yet to be surprised, so it's not like she was teasing me by withholding information --- was that it started at 11, and doors opened 10:30, and it had sold out. Well, the tickets were free, but they had all been claimed. All right.

As we pulled up to the museum I noticed, as in paid attention to, the Apollo boilerplate capsule the place has on the corner. The capsule, BP-1227, was lost in 1970 during recovery training exercises, discovered by a Soviet fishing vessel, or by a Soviet ``fishing vessel'' if you prefer, returned, and set up in Grand Rapids as a time capsule in 1976. Just a neat thing to observe.

In the entrance lobby [profile] bunny_hugger showed off her tickets and we got wristbands. We also overheard a couple who were upset to learn that they had unnecessarily bought general-admission tickets to the museum with their event reservations; the event was free and did not demand museum admission. I do not know how this resolved itself. I did look around for clues, but found nothing distinctive in the entrance hall. Just, you know, the signs listing admission prices for the museum, the planetarium shows, the Bodies Alive exhibit, and boasting of their antique carousel. A group of people with wristbands all waiting for the event venue to open. No real hint for what the event was, though.

And so that's the state of deception and intrigue which I faced, Saturday morning. Also, the discovery that [profile] bunny_hugger can get me to just shrug and go along with anything by the expedient of declaring ``it's for a pinball event''.

Trivia: On Vasco de Gama's 1497 voyage around the southern end of Africa his ships were out of sight of land for 95 days. Columbus's ships during the 1492 voyage were out of sight of land for only 36 days. Source: A Splendid Exchange: How Trade Shaped The World, William J Bernstein.

Currently Reading: What Is Mathematics, Really?, Reuben Hersh.


PS: Please enjoy a nice trio of pictures from Santa's Workshop and our visit to it.

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Sign attempting to curate the Santa's Workshop Herschell-Spillman Carousel. The trivia is completely wrong; there's no difference between a carousel (or its alternate spellings) and a merry-go-round, however much people really want there to be some division.


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The carousel is themed to Santa's Reindeer, sensibly enough, and they also have a sign curating that part of things. My confidence in their research was shaken by that merry-go-round/carousel distinction they tried to draw, but I can say that the assertion of the reindeer being named ``Dunder'' on first printing is true: the Troy Record (at least) once reprinted the original newspaper appearance of the poem and, yes, Dunder it was. So that rebuilds some confidence.


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And here's some of the carousel! Each of the reindeer gets their name printed on their side. The carousel is a Hershell-Spillman, not a Golden Age of Carousel-Carving antique, although it is a mechanism made from the 40s through ... well, whenever in the 60s Santa's Workshop got their carousel so it's Old If Not Quite Antique there.