Good morning! It’s Wednesday, November 23, and in the U.S. it’s the day before Thanksgiving, so most people will either be taking off today or working in a desultory way. And for once it’s a decent food day: National Espresso Day. I’ll celebrate by putting an extra shot into my quotidian latte. It’s also Buy Nothing Day, an American protest against the rampant consumerism that follows Thanksgiving (“Black Friday”).
On this day in 1963, according to Wikipedia, “The BBC broadcasts the first episode of ‘An Unearthly Child’ (starring William Hartnell), the first story from the first series of Doctor Who, which is now the world’s longest running science fiction drama.” Someone said yesterday that episode was broadcast on November 22, so we have a divergence of opinion. On this day in 1992, the first smartphone, the IBM Simon, debuted at COMDEX in Las Vegas. How far we’ve come since then; in my childhood I thought that phones that showed video of your caller were something of the far distant future—the Jetson Era.
Notables born on this day include José Clemente Orozco (1883), Susan Anspach (1942 ♥, one of the stars, along with Jack Nicholson, of a favorite movie of my twenties, “Five Easy Pieces”), and Bruce Hornsby (1954, known for his excellent song “The Way It Is”, which you should definitely watch here) Those who died on this day include Roald Dahl (1990) and Junior Walker (1995). Let’s remember Walker with his most famous Motown hit, “What does it take (to win your love)” (1969). I love the saxophone bits and the way Walker says, “Gonna blow for you now” before his solos. This is a great song; here’s a live version from Letterman (the original recording is here).
Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili Saw Something:
Hili: I have a vision.
A: And what were you eating?
Hili: Mam wizję.
Ja: A co zjadłaś?
Here’s a video of Gus’s first foray. This one is really for the diehard Gus fan, it’s a bit long, but he’s so slow sometimes. I do like the bit when he really doesn’t want to put down his front right paw and the bit at the end when he zigzags back toward the house in my footprints.
Finally, someone made a TrumpCat by putting a ginger tabby’s collected fur on his head. It was inevitable.