Zarah and I went to the Pasadena Doo-Dah Parade, which, basically, is a parade for the mad. And, in many ways, it renewed by faith in humankind. Here are pictures! And also, my new goal in life is to be a Lady in a Fancy Dress, Sitting on a Car, Waving at the Masses when I grow up.
In other news: I have figured out how to write a musicology paper about space (outer). It is ostensibly about the B-52s, but mostly it will be about space. This will require many trips to the Observatory so that I can learn everything there is to know about space. I actually went there this Friday already, which made me flash back to those days when Young Alexandra, Age 13, saw the film Contact and decided that I would be an astronomer, until I realized that such a career choice would probably involve knowing lots of math. So then I gave up on that and decided to be an opera singer, until I realized that I actually hate other opera singers, and only wanted to be an opera singer because my voice teacher told me that I did, and so now I am a musicologist who writes papers about space. Ah, memories. All alone in the moonlight.
And also, at the Observatory there was a Tesla coil for no reason at all. Tesla coils, as you may know, look pretty neat and shoot sparks in the air but don’t really have much purpose, other than to broadly indicate “SCIENCE” in a certain breed of science fiction film with which I am intimately familiar. Ergo, awesome.
So… living in Pasadena will drive you mad? That’s my understanding from these pictues.
All former Yugoslavians know that the Tesla Coil is the key to cold fusion.
Actually, the Tesla Coil is the key to MY HEART.