KIM: Who’s Amelia Earhart?
JANEWAY: She was one of the first female pilots in Earth History … [and] on July 2nd, 1937 Earhart and her navigator, Fred Noonan, took off from New Guinea and they were headed east, around the Equator. But somewhere in the South Seas they vanished and their disappearance became one of the most celebrated mysteries of the twentieth century.
PARIS: Why didn’t they think she’d just crashed?
JANEWAY: That was the most commonly held theory. However, numerous searches of the area failed to produce the wreckage of an aircraft, so people began to speculate … Of course, the most ridiculed notion was that she had been abducted by aliens.
CHAKOTAY: Well, it certainly looks like that’s what happened.
“This channel does not need to look at the computer! He created something to listen to its contents (in the way of your everyday routine chores, during sports, etc.), and only occasionally paying attention to the illustrations. The exception is some video from Learn from the pros. photographers and travelers, they need to look at the plate during the daily sports simulator…”
The song‘s origins took the form of a live jam that emerged during a curling rink concert in Southern Ontario (various recollections include Kitchener and Mississauga, while Burton Cummings, the lead singer, recalls the curling rink was “The Broom and Stone”—a popular Scarborough location for concerts at the time). When Bachman broke a string he unknowingly played the riff to American Woman when tuning the replacement string. He played it louder and Cummings improvised the lyrics to fit what Bachman was playing.
Cummings (the song’s lyricist) insists it has nothing to do with American pride. “What was on my mind was that girls in the States seemed to get older quicker than our girls and that made them, well, dangerous.” Cummings told the Toronto Star in 2014. “When I said ‘American woman, stay away from me,’ I really meant ‘Canadian woman, I prefer you.’ It was all a happy accident.”
AB-solutely not, no.
And not, like, way down in the result dregs, either.
1. Mom said that in last night’s panicked dream, she found herself desperately explaining to me and my sisters that she “didn’t know what the world would be like” when she brought us into it.
“And I was telling all of you, ‘Of course I’m glad I had you,'” she stressed by phone. “But I had no idea we wouldn’t have a republic anymore.”
2. An air-raid siren or slow, convincing vehicle of authority started going off on this, a not-the-usual-testing-day while I was sitting here and listening to ever more of the ever more harrowing afternoon news, and my eldest sister was suddenly calling, and I answered but didn’t hear her voice, and so hung up and called back immediately while internally and instantaneously checking off the box for Good Move If Shit Is Seconds From The Fan.
…is that the Trump “water-sports” story has me clearly remembering typing that term elsewhere recently, but I can’t place where, or why. Could have been in something I published.
I just don’t know.