Greg Maddux Retiring



First up, regular Pink Flamingo reader and good friend, Sally Vee is under the weather.  She’s probably looking at some surgery.  Please remember her in your prayers.

Yesterday Rumsfeld partied all day for his 4th birthday.  I think a good time was had by all.

Greg Maddox is retiring.  In other words, he’s a straight shot to the HOF! (Macsmind)

The Sci Fi Channel had ordered a Battlestar Gallactia prequel.

Soufriere Hills acting up again.  More eruptions from Soufriere Hills

What is a Petroglyph?

Pinup Betty Page is hospitalized after suffering a heart-attack.

Goody-goody Bigfoot footprints have surfaced!  Did I mention I bought a cute Bigfoot glass ornament for my Christmas tree? Have you heard the one about Bigfoot and “human” speech?  Heck, we even have some good UFO stuff today!

R. I. P. Forest J. Ackerman

So, how big were petrosaursThen there were polar dinosaurs.  I know, Sarah Palin will be blamed for killing ’em all.


Born: Robert Harley, Earl of Oxford, minister of Queen Anne, 1661.
Dead: Francis II of France, husband of Mary, Queen of Scots, 1560; Sir Henry Wotton, poet and miscellaneous writer, 1639, Eton; Johann Wolfgang Theophilus Mozart, celebrated composer, 1792, Vienna; John Bewick, wood-engraver, 1795, Ovingham; Carlo Giovanni Maria Denina, historical writer, 1813, Paris; Leopold Frederick, Count Stolberg, poet and miscellaneous writer, 1819, Sonderműhlen, near Osnabrűck; Captain S. A. Warner, inventor of projectiles, 1853, Pimlico.
Feast Day: St. Crispina, martyr, 304. St. Sabas, abbot, 532. St. Nicetius, bishop of Triers, confessor, about 566.


Mozart appears as a being eccentrically formed to be a medium for the expression of music and no grosser purpose. In this he was strong: in everything else of body and mind, he remained a child during the thirty-six years to which his life was limited.

When three years old, his great amusement was finding concords on the piano; and nothing could equal his delight when he had discovered a harmonious interval. At the age of four, his father began to teach him little pieces of music, which he always learned to play in a very short time; and, before he was six, he had invented several small pieces himself, and even attempted compositions of some extent and intricacy.

‘The sensibility of his organs appears to have been excessive. The slightest false note or harsh tone was quite a torture to him; and, in the early part of his childhood, he could not hear the sound of a trumpet without growing pale, and almost falling into convulsions. His father, for many years, carried him and his sister about to different cities for the purpose of exhibiting their talents. In 1764, they came to London, and played before the late king. Mozart also played the organ at the Chapel Royal; and with this the king was more pleased than with his performance on the harpsicord. During this visit he composed six sonatas, which he dedicated to the queen. He was then only eight years old. A few years after this he went to Milan; and at that place was performed, in 1770, the opera of Mithridates, composed by Mozart at the age of fourteen, and performed twenty nights in succession. From that time till he was nineteen, he continued to be the musical wonder of Europe, as much from the astonishing extent of his abilities, as from the extreme youth of their possessor.

‘Entirely absorbed in music, this great man was a child in every other respect. His hands were so wedded to the piano, that he could use them for nothing else: at table, his wife carved for him; and, in everything relating to money, or the management of his domestic affairs, or even the choice and arrangement of his amusements, he was entirely under her guidance. His health was very delicate; and, during the latter part of his too short life, it declined rapidly. Like all weak-minded people, he was extremely apprehensive of death; and it was only by incessant application to his favourite study, that he prevented his spirits sinking totally under the fears of approaching dissolution. At all other times, he laboured under a profound melancholy, which unquestionably tended to accelerate the period of his existence. In this melancholy state of spirits, he composed the Zauberflo//te, the Clemenza di Tito, and the celebrated mass in D minor, commonly known by the name of his Requiem. The circumstances which attended the composition of the last of these works are so remarkable, from the effect they produced upon his mind, that we shall detail them; and, with the account, close the life of Mozart.

One day, when his spirits were unusually oppressed, a stranger, of a tall, dignified appearance, was introduced. His manners were grave and impressive. He told Mozart that he came from a person who did not wish to be known, to request he would compose a solemn mass, as a requiem for the soul of a friend whom he had recently lost, and whose memory he was desirous of commemorating by this solemn service. Mozart undertook the task, and engaged to have it completed in a month. The stranger begged to know what price he set upon his work, and immediately paid him one hundred ducats, and departed. The mystery of this visit seemed to have a very strong effect upon the mind of the musician. He brooded over it for some time; and then suddenly calling for writing materials, began to compose with extraordinary ardour. This application, however, was more than his strength could support; it brought on fainting fits; and his increasing illness obliged him to suspend his work. “I am writing this Requiem for myself! ” said he abruptly to his wife one day; “it will serve for my own funeral-service; ” and this impression never afterwards left him. At the expiration of the month, the mysterious stranger appeared, and demanded the Requiem. ” I have found it impossible,” said Mozart, “to keep my word; the work has interested me more than I expected, and I have extended it beyond my first design. I shall require another month to finish it.” The stranger made no objection; but observing, that for this additional trouble it was but just to increase the premium, laid down fifty ducats more, and promised to return at the time appointed. Astonished at his whole proceedings, Mozart ordered a servant to follow this singular personage, and, if possible, to find out who he was: the man, however lost sight of him, and was obliged to return as he went. Mozart, now more than ever persuaded that he was a messenger from the other world, sent to warn him that his end was approaching, applied with fresh zeal to the Requiem; and, in spite of the exhausted state both of his mind and body, completed it before the end of the month. At the appointed day the stranger returned; but Mozart was no more.