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Saturday, May 21, 2022

Market Of The Macabre 2021

In late 1835, John Jay Smith, a Quaker and librarian, recorded in his diary: “The City of Philadelphia has been increasing so rapidly of late years that the living population has multiplied beyond the means of accommodation for the dead…on recently visiting Friends grave yard in Cherry Street I found it impossible to designate the resting place of a darling daughter, determined me to endeavor to procure for the citizens a suitable, neat and orderly location for a rural cemetery.”

Smith’s very personal experience ultimately had very public implications, as less than one year later, this grieving father founded Laurel Hill Cemetery with partners Nathan Dunn, Benjamin W. Richards and Frederick Brown. When Smith conceived of Laurel Hill, he envisioned something fundamentally different from the burial places that came before it, and the site has continued to hold an important place of distinction as one of the first cemeteries of its kind. Key concepts to Laurel Hill’s founding were that it had to be situated in a picturesque location well outside the city; that it had no religious affiliation; and that it provided a permanent burial space for the dead in a restful and tranquil setting.

On May 21, 2022, I attended my first Market of the Macabre.  The street air temperature was 103 degrees.  The complaining was abundant and often.  But it was a market, in the middle of a beautiful cemetery.  And it was a ton of fun.  And I walked away with some cool stuff.

Here's a photo dump of the experience.  I'd definitely go again.  































My new stuff...







Friday, October 4, 2013

Weather

October 4th:  High of 85 today.
You know what would cool this off?  A hurricane.

(That's how the Universe thinks.)

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Saturday, July 7, 2012

His Shoes Felt Like Two Loaves Of Baked Bread

The sun burnt the paint from the tenement fronts, bleached the air raw and turned the gutter-waters to vapor by midafternoon when the old men, numbed and evaporated, stood in the inner passageways of a house that funneled bakery air from front to back in a searing torrent. When they spoke it was the submerged, muffled talk of men in steam rooms, preposterously tired and remote.

Ray Bradbury, from Touched with Fire


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Friday, June 29, 2012

Summer

Please leave.


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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Autumn

And it's going to be 93 degrees tomorrow.

Come ON.


Trying to be positive, so I'm thinking of things that might be GOOD about a warm Halloween:
1. Fog Chillers will make awesome ground-hugging fog.
2. That's about it.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Just Because

They turned off half of the air conditioners in our office (and building supposedly) due to an electrical issue. It's getting quite hot in here.