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Another wall to paint (and some new stars)

DRMI President Bonnie DeLelys wants the above fence, between Bangkok Cafe and Lee’s Ice Cream on Caroline Street, painted. From the looks of it, a few people have already tried that, but DRMI would rather see a non-graffiti artist tackle the project. DeLelys said at this morning’s DRMI meeting that she would like to get some local artists’ proposals for how to make this fence look better.

Speaking of downtown decorations, we wrote last week that DRMI received about $3,800 in the latest round of Economic Development Authority grants for downtown Christmas decorations. The merchants’ group will be buying 21-inch Moravian stars (pictured at left) to hang along Caroline Street each Christmas season (they’re reusable). 

I’m from Winston-Salem, N.C., which was founded by Moravians. These 26-point stars adorn many front porches in my hometown year-round, and at Christmas, the city puts them on all the downtown light posts. The biggest hospital in town even puts a giant one on top of its building. These are also a popular advent symbol in Germany and other parts of Europe.

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  • mydar

    Nope, not saying a thing, nada, zip, silencio.

  • EmilyBattle

    Mydar, I expected more from you.

  • mydar

    . . .I have endured the onslaught of rapacious snickering, whispered accusations of mental instability and questionable taste in undergarments — and for nothing more than merely expressing my opinion that a wall is rarely worth a second word.

    Oh the humiliation suffered!

    Cast out from the mainstream of society, forced to skulk about in the musty fringes of the unwashed mutants – my very sanity dribbling down the front of my salsa-stained shirt. (At the darkest, lowest moments of my banishment, I took to referring to myself as “Mr. Hasselhoff” and insisted my compatriots sing Hail Britannia in Yiddish whenever I entered a room.)

    Oh no, Frau Battle you’ll get no comments from this fellow. I’ve learned my lesson.

  • lgross

    Emily ROCKS!

  • mydar

    It reminds one of that venerable philosopher /mathematician/ logician Sir Bertrand Russell, who, while observing an unusually contentious late evening meeting of the Royal Academy of Sciences on the complexities of quantum field theory, suddenly stood up and blurted out, “I sure could go for a snow cone right ‘bout now!” The august assemblage was immediately hushed.

  • MAVRICKinc

    Mylar uses poetic elegance and profound insight that best defines what it is about the word NO that continues to escape the attention of the casual observer? If I’m not mistaken, Mylar suggested we take a break, take a step back and enjoy what we already have. The soothsayers an second guessers will always be around and in abundance.

    I’m breaking for a swig, in deference to a sip of a good merlot, if for no other reason but to move my thoughts to another level of consciousness that no longer needs to debate issues, even quantum physics, for want of taking my next deep breath, sipping the Merlot, and wondering why the sky is no longer as clear and blue as it once was.

  • mydar

    Take for example last year’s Winter Solstice celebration,(free buffet and dancing ’til Midnight) a debate betwixt me and a certain disagreeable and dyspeptic druid dwarf over what I felt was an error in his presentation of Zoroastrian canasta etiquette, quickly devolved into a regular roadhouse melee, prompting the arrival of the local constabulary to return order to affairs and issue a stern warning to that short reprobate. (Alls I’ll say is that I did NOT throw the first punch.)

  • mydar

    Take for example last year’s Winter Solstice celebration,(free buffet and dancing ’til Midnight) a debate betwixt me and a certain disagreeable and dyspeptic druid dwarf over what I felt was an error in his presentation of Zoroastrian canasta etiquette, quickly devolved into a regular roadhouse melee, prompting the arrival of the local constabulary to return order to affairs and issue a stern warning to that short reprobate. (Alls I’ll say is that I did NOT throw the first punch.)

  • outoftown

    Is this discussion about the wall, or have we gone on to the stars?

  • EmilyBattle

    Sorry, I had no idea a post about Moravian Stars would make everybody lose their minds.

  • mydar

    Take for example last year’s Winter Solstice celebration,(free buffet and dancing ’til Midnight) a debate betwixt me and a certain disagreeable and dyspeptic druid dwarf over what I felt was an error in his presentation of Zoroastrian canasta etiquette, quickly devolved into a regular roadhouse melee, prompting the arrival of the local constabulary to return order to affairs and issue a stern warning to that short reprobate. (Alls I’ll say is that I did NOT throw the first punch.)

  • mydar

    Take for example last year’s Winter Solstice celebration,(free buffet and dancing ’til Midnight) a debate betwixt me and a certain disagreeable and dyspeptic druid dwarf over what I felt was an error in his presentation of Zoroastrian canasta etiquette, quickly devolved into a regular roadhouse melee, prompting the arrival of the local constabulary to return order to affairs and issue a stern warning to that short reprobate. (Alls I’ll say is that I did NOT throw the first punch.)

  • mydar

    The NUMBER 8
    While in a upright, standing position, employee will have a red velour Fez placed securely on the head.

    Employee will then be required to calculate the Reimann-zeta hypotheses (with the use of a self-adjoint operator, on the real parts of the zeroes of ζ(s) when applying the criterion on all Eigen values)while simultaneously listening to a reggae version of Richard Wagner’s “Die Walküre” performed by a sextant of Tuvan monks playing harmonicas.

    The duration of the punishment shall be a minimum of 24 minutes 12 seconds, with a maximum duration not to exceed the time required to complete a full game of non-Euclidian Yahtzee.

    Upon completion of punishment, raisins and goat’s milk will be served.

  • MAVRICKinc

    And you thought MYDAR had left the room. He deserves to be the good witch from the south, if for no other reason but to entertain us all.

    The part I liked best about his tantrum is that to understand what he is saying requires that we have a dictionary close by, much the same way as you would need in making your way through some of Paul Akers’ best insights into our national psyche. MYDAR does a very good job with testing the relevance of where we stand; the right, the middle or the left. I call it entertainment. Sort of like putting the pieces to a puzzle together, starting from its borders and working by design to someone elses version of the truth.

    I noticed MYDAR’s “Remain Vigilant Mercury” comment was posted four times at this site. Do we get points for posting the the same blog comment on a single site?

    So, without Euclid’s geometry being available, how does one measure the consequences and punishment of throwing multiple dice, in a game of Yahtzee? I like the idea of being rewarded with raisins and goat’s milk for making it through one game of Yahtzee.

    Just think the torture that would be dealt having to play a single game of MONOPOLY that comes with steak and eggs, side orders of grits,and hash browns and a single cup of coffee (no milk, no cream or sugar.

    I’ll take my steak medium rare.

    Ain’t it great when we can dance with words over something that doesn’t merit a single second thought? We can only imagine what tomorrow will bring and what its going to look like.

    I like to think of it as being excited over nothing, only because tomorrow has yet to be staged or scripted beyond yesterday, unless you are working your words from a a computer business model that tells you over and over again that everthing is going to be all right.

    My crystal ball is still out for repairs. Watch out for all those little things we would dismiss for want of relevance.

  • mydar

    Further, it would be my greatest pleasure to accommodate your request to recreate the Chateau Nuef du pape “Bubble rodeo” of June 27th.

    Regretfully, I cannot, in full, do so, prohibited as I am by her Majesty’s Sartorial Rules for a Gentleman’s Appearance (Codicil 7b.) which explicitly forbids the wearing of any corduroy after St Belvins’ Day – July 1st. (referring to the veneration of the Earl of Blevins’ heroic display at the battle of Marriot, during the War of the Sheratons in 1792. Whilst wearing nothing but corduroy spats and a straw boater, St Belvins did attack and dispatch a battalion of Hilton archers, suffering not a scratch, save for a slight pang of an unpassed kidney stone brought on by a sustained diet of Yorkshire pudding, butterscotch tripe and mallowmar cookies. )

    By way of compensation, I would be more than willing to offer a private performance of “Dance of the Enzyme Fairies,” a select act from my newest operetta, “Stuck in Kafka’s Pants – A Meditation on Covalent Bonding.” Musical score by Phillip Glass, libretto by the late Billy Mays.

    Répondez s’il vous plaît using the agreed upon cipher by midnight on the Autminul Equinox.

    Reverently yours,
    A Null Hypothesis

  • MAVRICKinc

    More interested in who you punched out during the holidays at one of your favorite pubs. All this time I thought all levels of communications were religated to polite conversation. I have a few mental midgets I would like share my five finger sandwich with. Just kidding. The last brawl I was in was 1963 and I was so ashamed I went to the hospital to tell the other guy I was very sorry for breaking his jaw and putting his nose to the other side of face. I lost a good pair of glasses in that altercation but was remindered there was more merit to words and a path of retreat. Never looked back, but have to confess that throwing my right hand against his jaw really felt good, until it started swelling to twice its size; Wheeling, West Virginia bar and dance hall that played only polka music and served only 3.2 beer. We returned to campus with final exams 3 weeks away.

    Now I get to throw words around and against a wall, just to to see what, if anything, sticks to it.

    Keep those rocks skipping across the page or your version of a pond. The ripple effect of your words continue to be intertainment, whether any one gets it, or not.

  • mydar

    Mother has already finished sewing the gentlemen’s waistcoats and has moved on to the traditional native American head dresses. The Nipples of Venus are on back order. And Froedrick the gardener is working his gnarled phalanges to the bone dressing up the estate in fine Madame Louis Lévêque roses, honeysuckle and a particularly fragrant species of imported Sardinian peat moss.

    I record one setback.

    Sadly, we had to sack Cliff, our metallurgist – a fine fellow — hail and hardy he, but possessing an incommodious affinity for dressing up like Martin Luther and thrice monthly nailing some of our ducks to the barn door while muttering something about a “Mallard Reformation.” Disheartening really, as a good, reliable metallurgist is a rare find in these parts.

    Stay well tuned for further news as it is in the offing.

  • MAVRICKinc

    Thanks for providing me with the short version. Hope you didn’t hurt your hand too much.

    The Mallard Matrix, as you well know, is a complex organism, with few moving parts. A single cell, standing alone, shouldn’t take up any more room than you can fit 45 people in. It has a nucleus that accommodates just under 20 people, but is capable of sucking the life force out of 300,000 (regionally) people just to sustain its constant need to power up its cruise control and remain on auto pilot.

    I like to think of this organism as a foregone conclusion, out of control, but readily controlled by some very good pain killers and a small measure of arrogance.

  • mydar

    He wants to go fishing. I said I’d prefer not to.

    All the stevedores had a good Bennington chortle last weekend when Freud’s half-brother Cecil unexpectedly burst into the salon in the middle of an epic skeeball tourney and proclaimed, con brio, “Malacology is destiny!”

    Dear dependably anomalous Cecil — who wrote his PhD thesis on the inherent epistemological fallacies in Abbot and Costello’s, “Who’s on First?” sketch. (As I recall, it was among the first at the Sorbonne to use the “pop up” book format.) Frankly, I didn’t even know the lad was in town – last I heard he had a full-time staff position at CERN, working up an experiment that would have logical l positivism and irrational pessimism slam together in a matter /antimatter interaction that would, in theory, produce a burst of gamma radiation and the lyrics to every Patsy Cline song ever recorded.

    Never court a jester is the lesson here.

    Sturm und drang Tuesday night as we were – again — late because Godel (“Herr Warum”) keeps forgetting the combination to his locker (I know, I know, say what you will about that myoptic little number cruncher, but he does do an hilarious impersonation of Don Knotts that is spot on!). Heedless to say, Lady Jingles was not pleased with our temporal deviance. It took nearly four quarts of organic Chamomile and a taser to get her to put that saber down.

  • mydar

    Em Tweets she needs bases in realty only.

  • MAVRICKinc

    When Em tweets I twitter. She’s right, we’ve been having far to much fun on her dime. Since there are bigger fish to fry, I guess it’s best to focus our attention on matters that are better served under the lense of a microscope.

    Thank you Em and MYDAR. I found the banter both enjoyable, fun and most of all, very informative. Not to worry though, we’ll meet again, if for no other reason but to dissect another bird of prey.

    Over and out.
    if for no other reason

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