My late Papa Strutts always referred to it by its original descriptive, The Year of the Cock. Both he and I were born in those years, so go figger.
The photos above were taken during a Tet Parade in Little Saigon, California, the largest Vietnamese community outside of Vietnam. The pretty girls in the bottom photo are waving the flag of the vanquished Republic of Vietnam, not the communist state.
Years ago I made friends with a local Vietnamese shopkeeper and gave her my copy of the current issue of National Geographic that had a lot of photos of the country. She and her non-English speaking husband were amazed, recognized a lot of the places pictured, and I asked her where she was from, expecting the name of a city or province in South Viet Nam. She replied, “Kansas.”
In hexadecimal, we are now in the year 7E1 Anno Domini.
At one second after 1:01AM on 1 January 2017 we’ll have another numerical palindrome:
1117111 = day / month / year, hour : minute : second.
If you missed that, there’s also this one: 1/1/17/1:11.
2017 is a Prime Number, Mertens function zero.
2017 is also a sexy prime, meaning that there’s another prime number (2011) within six digits in the numerical sequence.
20/17 is pretty good vision, too.
Nostram salutem MMXVII. Now go kick ass.
2016 was a bizarre year at TR Central HQ. Lotta stuff went down (like income) but a lot of stuff went up (like medical insurance). We lost some good people, too…
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Bunk P. Strutts
Click on any image to see it in its full glory. IMO these are FAILS or at least NICE TRYs, and any one of them that didn’t give little children nightmares might be considered a WIN.
[Images purloined from various sites that I didn’t keep track of, so if you see yours, let us know and we’ll give credit.]
[Source: USNI newsletter.]
Fest des Bohnenkönigs (Feast of The Bean Kings)
Jakob Jordaens (ca. 1640-45)
The functionary with the above whimsical title played an important part in the festivities of Christmas in the olden time. His duties were to lead and direct the multifarious revels of the season, or, as we should say at the present day, to act as Master of the Ceremonies. The following account of him is given by Stow:
‘In the feast of Christmas, there was in the king’s house, wheresoever he lodged, a Lord of Misrule, or Master of Merry Disports, and the like had ye in the house of every nobleman of honour or good worship, were he spiritual or temporal. The Mayor of London, and either of the Sheriffs, had their several Lords of Misrule, ever contending, without quarrel or offence, who should make the rarest pastime to delight the beholders. These lords beginning their rule at Allhallond Eve, continued the same till the morrow after the Feast of the Purification, commonly called Candlemas Day, in which space there were fine and subtle disguising, masks and mummeries, with playing at cards for counters, nayles and points, in every house, more for pastimes than for game.’
If that description is correct, the Fest des Bohnenkönigs was a celebration that ran for three months every year starting at Halloween, and there’s probably a good reason why the Feast was banned… twice. Click on the link, then zoom, scroll and enjoy the debauchery.
Somewhat related was the British tradition of “The Bean Feast.”
[Top image and description found here.]