How I Spent My Birthday

[unbibium]

I bought a memorial poppy pin at the newsstand today. Apparently it's a tradition, but I hadn't learned of it until this year. Is it because I'm in Canada, or because I've been watching BBC World News so much in my hotel room?

First, I saw the aquarium. The frog exhibit was amazing, and had this slow-motion video of frogs striking their prey, and you could control the playback with this little dial. Lots of PWN3D moments. No penguins, though, and I couldn't find the turtles in the rain forest. And, as usual, absolutely no mention of the extinct furry old lobsters of the northeast. But I did learn, and promptly forget, the names of a couple of categories of amphibian that I never knew existed. One's snake-or-eel-like, and another is apparently an alligator-like thing that people mistakenly buy as pets when they're young.

The seaplane was cancelled, but I had a good long walk through some rainy autumn woods, capped off by an expensive dinner at a seafood restaurant.

There were three women at the next table celebrating one of their birthdays. I didn't realize until they all left that, whoa, it's my birthday too.

Thanks for the wall wishes, Facebook Army. I return home tomorrow evening.

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In Flanders Fields

[urbeatle.livejournal.com]

    In Flanders fields the poppies blow
    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders fields.
    — Lt.-Col. John McCrae

Don't know how popular the custom was or is in the U.S., but it was a custom in all the allied countries, mainly because of that poem.

[tamtrible.livejournal.com]

Hippo birdie two ewe.