The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
~ The Milwaukee Journal, July 28, 1893
“Are those…are those women whistling? Are they even allowed to DO that?”
“Don’t worry, it’s cool. I read a thing about it in the Milwaukee Journal.”
“A girl who can whistle to a banjo accompainment is usually the centre of attraction on a hotel porch”— I bet she is.
Autumn Leaves painted by Sir John Everett Millais, 1856
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason. — Ernest Hemingway, A Movable Feast
Checking out the gyrocopter at Road Warrior Weekend.
From Post-Apocalyptic Party: Road Warrior Weekend Brings Mad Max Fans to the High Desert
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Albany College [Oregon] Women’s Basketball team - 1905 State Champions](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsjzvjYTCa1qmrpnro1_500.jpg)
