Hillcrest (Again)

Kremlin and I went on an abortive geohashing mission last week, and along the way, we hit Hillcrest Cemetery. I’m always intrigued by how things shift and change over time in a space like a cemetery, so it was nice to amble through again, although it was disturbing to note the intensity of damage to graves in the area. I would like to  imagine that all of the broken headstones were damaged accidentally or in storms, but there are a surprising number, and that seems to suggest vandalism.

I  like that this man has tools on his headstone. It’s quite unique, for this cemetery at any rate, and it makes me think that he was probably the kind of person I would have liked to know. It’s a bit hard to see in this scaled down image, but the carving details of ivy and flowers around the sides are also quite lovely.

Lily of the valley on a 19th century headstone.

This is a grave in the fenced area of the cemetery which holds some of the founding families of Mendocino. I’m kind of surprised that the Kelley House Museum people aren’t keeping up these graves. This ivy is going to start to cause serious damage in a few years.

Footstones heaped against a headstone. I guess footstones aren’t really in vogue these days, but I kind of like them.

More headstone-devouring ivy.

I am very intrigued by this carving detail, but I don’t know what it represents. The grave is Portuguese…if anyone know what’s going on here, I would love to know about it.

And, finally, an interesting twist on the phrasing of the old “God have mercy on his soul.”

Wiggly Ketchup

Do you ever find yourself viewing something in your fridge with a deep sense of skepticism, wondering if it’s still edible? Are you ever embroiled in vicious disputes with housemates/partners/parents/children about when food has passed the point of no return? You should probably be using StillTasty.

Every now and then, someone makes an awesome musical discovery, like finding a treasure trove of old jazz recordings.  I can’t help but think that’s sort of neat, and a great illustration of how quickly things can be lost.

Stabbing police dogs is, in my opinion, one of the least cool things you can do. So I’m glad to hear that a working dog who was recently stabbed in Los Angeles appears to be making a recovery. Seriously, people, don’t mess with police dogs.

Nothing like a nice, juicy resignation letter. This small novella from a (now former) AIG employee is a very interesting read.  I think that there are also some good points in here, not least of which is that the American public got caught up in a witch hunt over some (comparatively) small amounts of money.

I heart Wallace and Gromit, and the idea of a science museum geared around them makes me quiver with delight. I might actually be willing to travel to England, just for this.