Today 32 Years Ago

Interesting. July 22nd this year was a Saturday as it was in 2006, when something happened in my life.
And right now I got aware of that July 30th this year is a Sunday as it was a Sunday in 1985 when I climbed Croagh Patrick on my bare feet, one week after this agnostic had "made" Station Island.
At the time I am writing this, I was trying to get some sleep on the carpark at the foot of Croagh Patrick when I got awaken by both monotone and hysteric a voice, again and again shouting "Get out of it! Get out of it!"
Carefully I opened the car door, got out and – became witness of an exorcism.

Why would people do this?

He, for example kept a promise.

An agnostic's pilgrimage.

Saturday Night Music

Robert Schumann (8 June 1810 – 29 July 1856)

Khatia Buniatishvili

Friday is Skyday

Oh, and by the way.
Scaramucci can't be wrong.
He knows his own kind.

Laughing Lhursday*

George Carlin

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Bee's feast

Bee's feast.
Echinops sphaerocephalus
Honey galore.

Flying Visit

The other day
in our bathroom:
a flying visitor.

Chimneys & Clouds

looking left

looking right

Saturday Night Music

Maria João Pires (* 23 July 1944)

Friday is Skyday

...

Laughing Lhursday*

George Carlin

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Degenerated

No doubt they are laughable, Xi the Pooh and Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, a President with a voice like Daisy Mouse and even less brain than Xi the Pooh, but probably more than the current US-President whose name is not even worth being mentioned.
Unfortunately, such laughable dimwits are evil, dangerous and erratic bastards in power.

In power like those who today 80 years ago in Munich declared a so-called Degenerated Art Exhibition opened.

Degenerated brains.

Xi the Pooh

Forbidden in China.
Censorship?
Yes.
The result of organised stupidity?
Yes.
First of all, though, this is the story of Xi the Pooh,
a President with very very little brains.
Read here and/or  here and/or here.

Milord

Milva * 17 July 1939