Galleries Updated . . .

He's back :-)

I’ve updated the Galleries at both The Café and The Annex with seven new images, different on each of the sites. At The Annex Gallery this includes one of my own favorites, Josh’s goat (shown above) from Connected. Your task, if you choose to accept it, is to see whether you can find the new images.

By the way, please feel free to comment on these images as you view them if you wish to. I probably will not respond to those comments, but I will moderate them and will not approve any I consider lewd or otherwise inappropriate.

I may even add my own comment occasionally, as I have done on the two images (one in each Gallery) of illustrations by Norman Rockwell.

Have a nice Labor Day weekend. I certainly plan to do so now that I’ve finished this post.

Chapter 5 . . .

Where food goes to die :-)

Here I am again, dear reader, back with another week’s worth of internet research; and contrary to what some may believe, that image above is NOT the Great Hall at Hogwarts, the fictional British magic school of Harry Potter fame. It’s actually a picture of Annenberg Hall, which serves the more mundane purpose of feeding Harvard freshmen.

Perhaps that explains why J.K. Rowling has sold millions of copies of her books while my own, illustrated with less enchanting images like this, have sold somewhat fewer. Whatever the case, feel free to click the image above (or most images for that matter) for a larger view if you’re interested.

I chose this particular image because Annenberg will make a brief verbal entrance in tonight’s chapter; to be followed later, I believe, by another more substantive appearance or two if I recall correctly. But I could be wrong about that so don’t hold me to it.

I should also note that Annenberg is part of Memorial Hall, a place made famous by Henry James in The American Scene as “the great bristling brick Valhalla …. that house … which … dispenses … laurels to the dead and dinners to the living.”

Less poetically, Memorial Hall is a massive structure that, among other things, commemorates the lives of the 126 Harvard alumni who fell fighting to preserve the Union during the Civil War. It does so in a portion of the facility known as the Memorial Transept, which you can read about here. The 71 Harvard graduates who died fighting for the Confederacy are not similarly memorialized; an issue still debated to this day.

In addition to Annenberg and the Memorial Transept, Memorial Hall also houses Sanders Theatre, home to several choir and orchestral groups and a venue for many professional performance ensembles, and Loker Commons.

Loker offers a student pub, music practice spaces, and classroom and administrative offices. By the way, that infamous statue of John Harvard was originally housed on the west side of Memorial Hall. It was only moved to its current location inside the Yard in 1924, allegedly because he couldn’t stand all the smells emanating from Memorial Hall any longer.

Whew! Even with all the research I do, I’m beginning to get confused by all this worthless detail. But what can I say? Although Memorial Hall is an impressive building, it’s also confusing. And yet, dedicated in 1874, its high ceilings, wood paneling, and stained glass windows make it impressive enough to be fit for Hogwarts’ finest witches and wizards.

By the way, take a good look at that image above as Annenberg is one of the few places not open to the general public at Harvard. I had to sneak in to take that picture for you; and if you believe that, I also have a bridge to sell.

As noted, Annenberg is the dining hall for Harvard freshman, serving about 3400 meals each day. As one might expect, there is some debate regarding the quality of the food served. A 2006 Harvard Crimson article called it the place “where food goes to die.” Others dispute this, however.

One thing I was able to discover during my research is that Harvard’s dining hall charged the grand sum of $3.97 for a month’s worth of meals back in 1884. Isn’t it amazing what you can find on the internet if you search hard enough?

But, then again, not all internet facts are real facts are they, especially when taken out of context like some people mindlessly do? They’re just faux facts; things thrown up by people who are brain dead to defend their prejudices and stupidity.

Whatever the case, none of what I’ve posted so far will be tested on the quiz I plan to administer after you’ve read tonight’s chapter. You should feel free to promptly forget everything I’ve just reported.

As you’ll recall from last week, however, Sean spent the night with Holden at Wigglesworth (although he definitely did not get his wiggles worth by doing so). When last seen, Sean was at the kiosk in Harvard Square about to start still another day that will prove both interesting and eventful.

In order to find out how eventful, though, you’ll have to read tonight’s chapter and the two that follow. Have fun reading and be sure to let me know what you think.

Posted Without Comment . . .

guns

Galleries . . .

let's hope he's spied someone skinny dipping :-)

As you know, I like to break up the text at my web sites with images like the one above. It makes things less boring for one thing; in addition, sometimes images illustrate something about one of the story chapters I’ve published or the point I’m trying to make in one of my blog postings.

I’ve been doing this I started these sites back in 2011 so I’ve posted a lot of images over the years. Recently I discovered WordPress includes a feature that allows you to post images in galleries you can include in the sidebar to the right.

I’ve decided to test that out on both of my sites. Keep in mind The Café Palermo is primarily a blog, one that talks about issues relevant to the LGBTQ community or political issues that affect Americans more broadly. The Annex is the site where I post my stories.

In short, the important thing to me on these sites are the words, not the images. But I put a lot of time into finding the right images so I figured I see whether the galleries add anything to the overall experience.

Not all of the images in the galleries may have headlined a post. I’ve often tested multiple images before selecting one. I’ve included some of those as well; and I’ll try to make sure the images on the two sites don’t overlap. If the galleries work out, I’ll probably add to them in the future.

For now, if you have any views on this, feel free to comment or to send me an e-mail.

Keanan!

now here's a role model for you :-)

“When life gives you bigots, all you need is a bundle of brightly colored balloons and a whole lot of persistence.” Read more here.

Wow! Is Keanan a great kid or what?

David Lee …

this is robert. not david :-)

What do David Lee and Robert E. Lee have in common? Nothing as far as I know. Since David doesn’t have his own web site, however, I was stumped trying to find an image to illustrate this post. Sorry about that David; if you have a suggestion for something better, I’ll be happy to change the image :-)

Although he may not have a web site, David is a terrific writer and the author of numerous stories you might enjoy. I first became aware of him while reading Tommmy and Tanner. I liked it a lot. David’s latest story is Family Matters. I’m only up to Chapter 3, but things are already starting to heat up so you may want to take a look.

I used to have a link to all of David’s stories on Nifty under the Authors section of the sidebar to your right, but that stopped working at some point and I had to delete it. However, I’ve recently learned there’s an Authors button at the top of the Nifty site.

It’s a bit selective. Even though Nifty still carries two of my stories, Connected and With Apologies Mr. Dickens, I’m not listed if you click on the Authors button; and it isn’t because I’ve written less than the rest of the authors listed there either. I’ve written more than some. But, then again, who cares? I’m not a fan of the site,

Fortunately, David Lee is listed and I’m a big fan of David. Just scroll down the alphabetical list of authors on your left until you find his name. Then click on his name and you’ll be taken to a listing of all his stories, including the two I’ve mentioned above.

David suggests reading Always and Forever, Zeke, Tales from Bentonville, Second Chance, Tommy and Tanner, and The Metamorphosis of Jeremiah Long in that order.

However you do it, David writes good stories; like all of us who give away stories for free, he deserves your encouragement and support.

Chapter 4 . . .

doomed, all of us doomed :-)

Just to reassure everyone, the image above has little to do with tonight’s chapter. Neither Sean nor Holden are doomed, thank God! Otherwise our story would be over much sooner than planned. Since the chapter takes place mostly inside Wigglesworth Hall, however, it seemed only appropriate to share this image with you after completing my internet research this week.

By the way, consider the name Wigglesworth for a moment; is that a cool name or what? Wouldn’t you love to live in a dormitory named Wigglesworth if you were in college? Or better still to make passionate love to someone named Wigglesworth in Wigglesworth Hall for that matter?

Think about the possibilities; once you finished the deed, you could actually ask your partner whether he or she got their wiggles worth? Thanks for that, Dan!

As for the image, I just happened to be reading my copy of The Day of Doom before sitting down to write this post. Originally published in 1662, that’s a religious poem written by Michael Wigglesworth.

Not that Wigglesworth Hall is named after Michael Wigglesworth; it isn’t. From what I could learn doing my research, the place is named after Edward Wigglesworth; not just one Edward Wigglesworth but two of them, a father and son.

The father, apparently known to some as Doubting Wigglsworth for his more questioning religious views, was a member of the Class of 1710 while his son graduated from Harvard with the Class of 1749. Neither of those classes held reunions this year as best I could tell, but apparently the father and son lived for nearly seventy years on the site where the residence hall is now located.

So that’s how Wigglesworth Hall got its name.

By the way, the father was the first holder of the Hollis Chair of Divinity at Harvard, the oldest endowed chair in the United States, the first professorship in theology in the country, and considered to be the most prestigious endowed professorship in America in the early 19th century, at least if Wikipedia is to be believed. The father was appointed to the Chair in 1722, his son succeeding him in 1765.

Neither of these gentlemen apparently is noted for much else although they were, respectively, the son and grandson of Michael Wigglesworth, a much more interesting character in my humble opinion. Yale historian Edmund S. Morgan has characterized Michael Wigglesworth as a “morbid, humorless, selfish busybody;” someone who exemplifies all the negative stereotypes we have about Puritans.

Whether Morgan can be entirely trusted in this harsh judgment is hard to say because, although educated at Harvard, Morgan taught most of his life at Yale, perhaps best known as Harvard’s arch-rival and the loser of the last eight meetings between the Harvard and Yale football teams.

It can make one bitter.

As a totally irrelevant side note, Yale was apparently founded in 1701 “to counter Harvard’s drift from orthodox Calvinism” (at least if an article at Christianity.com is to be believed).

How about them apples! Bulldog, Bulldog, bow wow wow!

Quoted below is an especially lewd paragraph from Wikipedia about Michael Wigglesworth that seemed to me to be worth noting.

[Michael] Wigglesworth believed that he was essentially not worthy of believing in God as a result of merely being human. When he underwent a series of nocturnal emissions in his early life, he was thereafter convinced of his damnation. Through his diaries, he recounts his struggle to remain pure and good, despite continually relapsing into what he viewed as man’s natural depravity.

Omigod, the horror! Michael Wigglesworth apparently considered himself damned because he had wet dreams as a boy.

Shocking as that may be, it’s apparent Michael did find other outlets for his, uh, emissions as he did go on to father Edward Wigglesworth, who in turned fathered his own son, also named Edward, both discussed above; and although not relevant to anything else in this post, I should probably note the younger Edward also fathered a son named Edward Wigglesworth as well.

Sadly, however, none of the three were ever nicknamed Fast Eddie by the local girls , at least as far as I could find out on the internet.

Which is not to say Michael Wigglesworth didn’t have issues, of course. He did. Among many other things, he apparently lusted for some of his young male charges as a teacher at Harvard. If the link works, which is doubtful, you can find out more about this here; although, compared to Michael’s youthful emissions, the article I’ve linked to makes for rather, uh, dry reading.

If the link doesn’t work and you insist on knowing all the disgusting details, try googling The Curious Case of Michael Wigglesworth and you may be able to access the article.

Alas, you may also be disappointed as it seems Michael heroically managed to avoid doing anything nasty like bedding one of the young lads; much to their regret, perhaps, although Michael was definitely not the hottest dude in Cambridge from the images I’ve seen of him.

Whew! Is all of that interesting or what? You see the lengths I’ll go to provide you with worthless trivia about Harvard.

In any event, as you’ll recall, Sean eluded campus security last week by gaining entrance to Wigglesworth Hall and then being rescued by our story’s second main character, a student at Harvard College named Holden.

We learned a bit more about both Holden and Sean in that last chapter; and we’ll learn still more tonight. Whether it will be enough to keep you happy is hard to say. But, then again, as Michael Wigglesworth understood all too well, happiness can be a pretty elusive thing in life.

Don’t believe me? It’s all there in The Day of Doom, which describes a judgment day on which a vengeful God renders his decision on each of us, going into detail as to the various categories of people who think themselves excusable who will nonetheless end up in Hell.

Let’s hope you’re not one of them for reading or commenting on this chapter :-)

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