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THIS MONTH:
- Look our for the new
state quarter featuring Kentucky.
- Paint
the Moon
- Look for Venus
as the "morning star" through November.
- Trumpeter & Tundra
swans start to return to the Skagit Valley, Washington.
Dumb-Ass
birding begins.
The sky is falling! THE SKY IS FA- no, wait. Leonids. Hm. The
sky really IS falling.
11/1/2001
- All Saints' Day.
11/6/2001 - Election Day (US)
11/11/2001 - Veterans Day (US) - Didn't there used
to be a law about the bars all being closed on this day?
11/11/2001 - Remembrance Day (Canada)
11/11/2001 - WW I (a.k.a. "The War to End All Wars,"
but only until the next war) Armistice Day, 1918 (France)
11/15/2001 - New Moon.
11/17-18/2001 - Leonids meteor shower tonight/next
morning (good viewing with minimal light from crescent moon)
11/22/2001 - Thanksgiving (US)
11/23/2001 - Turkey leftovers day... time for Teevee
Turkey Soup!
11/28-12/3/2001 - Society of Marine Mammology conference,
Vancouver, BC
11/29/2001 - Dave McBee turns 46. We think he'll take
it lying down.
11/24/2001 - Paint
the Moon: A collaborative work of celestial art. Second
attempt: Saturday, November 24, 2001. The Goal: To unite millions
of people in an effort to 'paint' a red spot on the dark portion
of a first-quarter moon using common laser pointers during a
five-minute period this autumn.
11/30/2001 - Full Moon, called the Frost Moon. The
Kiowa people call it the Geese Going Moon.
These are the original lyrics
to "My Old Kentucky Home" by Stephen Foster. The state
of Kentucky prudently replaced "darkies" with "people"
but even after the semantic cleanup, the people of Kentucky are
still gay and rolling on the little cabin floor. Not that there's
anything wrong with that. (Of course, wouldn't it have been a
lot less trouble to just come up with another song?)
My Old Kentucky Home
Melody - Stephen C. Foster, 1853 (1825-1864)
Oh, the sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay.
The corn top's ripe and the meadows in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the day.
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy and bright:
By'n the Hard Times come a knocking at the door.
Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight!
Chorus:
Weep no more, my lady,
Oh, weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home, far away.
They hunt no more for the possum and the coon,
On the meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by the old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow, where all was delight:
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!
Chorus:
The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the darkey may go:
A few more days, and the trouble all will end,
In the field where the sugarcanes grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter, 'twill never be light,
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home good night!
Chorus:
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