At left: a hypothetical United States-United Kingdom flag, quartering both flags. Interesting. When would one fly such a thing? I have no idea. Visits by the Queen, perhaps?I had a weird and chaotic night last night, thanks to an overwarm room and vivid dreaming. I have now forgotten what all the dreams were - just as well, they never translate into blog material very gracefully - save that they led to the rather original observation that a high school campus is always a more "beloved" place than one's college campus. High school is a time fraught with emotions and hormones, and it's a place one is elevated to after middle school. It's attained when you are at a young and impressionable age. You can also be a big fish in a small pond in a high school - or, at least, you can feel like one. A college campus, on the other hand, is just a place you pay to go to on a customer basis, and is rather large and impersonal. So it doesn't have the emotional undertones which make a high school campus a fonder place. That's the conclusion I had arrived at in my dream. Does it sound at all valid? Or is this just weird dream logic?
(Historical note: I was one of a graduating high school class of 555. My college, BYU, had over 27,000 students when I was there.)
My weekend video sets the controls of the Way Back Machine to June 1988, at the 125th anniversary reenacted Battle of Gettysburg. It was colossal. How colossal? Watch the video (only 4 1/2 minutes long) and check out the numbers of Federal troops. A small army! I made the video because after I had obtained a good VHS tape I realized my friends were in the last part of it. (I'm not, which always seems to be the way of it.)
The noise and tumult in the Federal line during Pickett's Charge was incredible; I have never before or since heard such a racket in a battle reenactment. Afterwards, the field got oddly silent, with just the sound of the wind and the flags whipping about. The bugler near us played taps - it was an incredible moment. It was repeated in subsequent events, and got to be something of a tradition (sometimes very badly executed), but this was the first time. A very memorable event!
A nice weekend... yard sales produced two new wall cabinets for my garage ($5!). I am in the process of hanging and painting them now. I'll post photos when I am done.
I also got some hammock time in. Ahhhh... the hammock.
On Friday night I watched a nice British family film, Millions (2004), which combines spiritual themes with a plot about boys finding money, lots and lots of money. One boy, who is visited by saints, wants to give it to the poor. His brother wants to spend it. A clever and satisfying film.
I also watched a thoroughly oddball Irish film noir, Johnny Nobody (1961). The plot is preposterous: a murder is concocted whereby a man who claims to have no knowledge of who he is - the title character - shoots and kills an atheist. He says God told him to do it. He goes to court. A murder plot emerges, investigated by a parish priest. Really, did Irish people get so worked up about atheists that they could condone them getting shot and murdered in the light of day? I don't believe it!
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