Tuesday: Hili dialogue

Good morning on Tuesday, August 29, 2017. In two days September will have come again, have come again, and in Virginia the chinkapins will be falling, and all living things on the Earth will turn home again. It’s also National Chop Suey Day, a vile goopy concoction that, if you’re going to decry cultural appropriation from the Chinese, is the dish to point at. It’s also International Day against Nuclear Tests, something the North Koreans are flouting, as well as sending missiles over Japan. I tell you, this will come to no good end.

On this day in 1756, Frederick the Great attacked Saxony, beginning the Seven Years’ War that embroiled much of Europe, and even had a spinoff in India. On August 29, 1825, Portugal granted independence to Brazil, and exactly six years later Michael Faraday discovered electromagnetic induction: the production of electricity by magnetism—and the first suggestion that they may be just one “force”.  On this day in 1911, Ishi, a member of the Yahi tribe, and considered to be the last Native American to make contact with Europeans, walked out of the wilderness near Oroville California, looking for meat. He was promptly clapped into an apartment at the University of California in San Francisco, where, after anthropologists had studied him,  he died five years later of tuberculosis (he had no resistance to “European” diseases).  I read an eponymous book about him in a college anthropology course, but I’m not sure if the story still stands up. Here he is on the right:

Yahi translator Sam Batwai, Alfred L. Kroeber, and Ishi, photographed at Parnassus in1911. Image courtesy of UC Berkeley, Phoebe Hearst Museum of Anthropology.

On this day in 1949, the Soviet Union tested its first atomic bomb in Kazakhstan.  On August 29, 1966, the Beatles gave their last concert before paying fans at Candlestick Park in San Francisco. (That doesn’t count their free rooftop concert.)  Finally, some déjà vu: on this day twelve years ago, Hurricane Katrina wrought havoc among much of the Gulf Coast, producing a death toll of over 1800 people and causing over $108 billion in damage.

Notables born on this day include John Locke (1632), Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres (1780), Ingrid Bergman (1915), Charlie Parker (1920), Richard Attenborough (1923), John McCain (1936), Eddie Murray (1956), Michael Jackson (1958) and Neil Gorsuch (1967, too young!). Those who died on this day include Brigham Young (1877), Sayyid Qutb (1966),Éamon de Valera (1975), Ingrid Bergman (1982, died on her 67th birthday), Lee Marvin (1987), Honeyboy Edwards (2011, I once met him and hired him to play blues for a charity event), and Gene Wilder (2016).

In honor of Bird’s birthday, here’s a rare live video of him playing in 1950 with another favorite jazz saxophonist, the great Coleman Hawkins. And read the column about Parker in today’s New York Times.

Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is sleeping sweetly, but her dreams are dark: 

Hili: I have a dream.
A: What dream is it?
Hili: That some links in the food chain would run slower.
In Polish:
Hili: Mam marzenie.
Ja: Jakie?
Hili: Żeby niektóre ogniwa łańcucha pokarmowego wolniej biegały
 From Grania, a tweet showing one angry amanuensis. Note the pointing fingers and drawing of urinating cat (as always, a horrible likeness of a cat):

Here’s an owner who truly loves her cat, sacrificing her pancakes for the moggie:


  1. Mike
    Posted August 29, 2017 at 6:59 am | Permalink

    Great Musicians always make it look so easy.Great Video, the Drummer isn’t bad either.

  2. Ken Kukec
    Posted August 29, 2017 at 6:59 am | Permalink

    Now that the golden month is all but upon us, are your fields cut, your granaries full, your bins loaded to the brim with fatness?

    • Mike
      Posted August 29, 2017 at 7:00 am | Permalink

      Er? No.

    • Posted August 29, 2017 at 7:19 am | Permalink

      Ah, someone else recognizes that quote, one I always post in full on October 1.

      • claudia baker
        Posted August 29, 2017 at 3:56 pm | Permalink

        My granary is not full, but the wood shed is.
        To the brim. Got the wood chopped and stacked in the spring, to beat the summer heat. Plus to give it all summer to dry. Lots of people around here with wood stoves wait until the fall to get their wood in. So, they’re now just starting to do that work, while I get to swim in the lake and lolly-gag around.

  3. Randy schenck
    Posted August 29, 2017 at 7:28 am | Permalink

    Yes the crazy one in North Korea shot another missile over Japan yesterday, only days after Trump said he was impressed with crazy and thought he was coming around. But then, Trump only opens mouth to change feet.

  4. rickflick
    Posted August 29, 2017 at 7:47 am | Permalink

    Ingrid Bergman – 💖

  5. David Harper
    Posted August 29, 2017 at 9:33 am | Permalink

    If I ever get an official coat of arms, “Cattus minxit desuper” is going to be the motto.

  6. David Coxill
    Posted August 29, 2017 at 10:49 am | Permalink

    Much to my amusement one of my cats ,Misha used to spray up against my nephew’s car when he lived just across from me .
    Now he has moved futher up the road .
    I was walking up to see him yesterday and Misha started to follow me ,had to lock him inside ,my nephew doesn’t share my amusement .
    Misha has been fixed ,i thought that was meant to stop spraying ?.

  7. JonLynnHarvey
    Posted August 29, 2017 at 2:17 pm | Permalink

    Lots of people who know both Ishi’s caretaker, anthropologist Alfred Kroeber, and science-fiction author Ursula K. LeGuin, do not realize that the latter is the daughter of the former. LeGuin’s intermittent primitivism seems to be a product of her father’s work.

    In 2008, SF’s Rhinoceros theatre which mostly does plays on LGBT themes did a good play about the life of Alfred Kroeber entitled “Ishi” written for them, and so far has not been produced since. Review here.

  8. jahigginbotham
    Posted August 30, 2017 at 1:52 am | Permalink

    “Hic non defectus est, sed cattus minxit desuper nocte quadam. Confundatur pessimus cattus qui minxit super librum istum in nocte Daventrie, et consimiliter omnes alii propter illum. Et cavendum valde ne permittantur libri aperti per noctem ubi cattie venire possunt.”

    [Here is nothing missing, but a cat urinated on this during a certain night. Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night in Deventer and because of it many others [other cats] too. And beware well not to leave open books at night where cats can come.]


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