rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


All day I waited for rain, but it didn't arrive until dusk. Before that I guess it was still busy destroying Oregon. Destroying Oregon must have tuckered it out, because there's not much energy to it now that it's here. It just sits there dripping. I ought to end this abusive relationship and kick weather to the curb. It cheats on me with other places, it ignores me when my shower is so loaded with chlorine because of the low reservoir levels that it burns my eyes, it freezes me in the winter, broils me in the summer, destroys my blossoming plants with frost in the spring, and just makes work for me in autumn by scattering leaves all over the place. Weather is a lazy, selfish prick. But I can't stop loving it. Why do good people love bad natural phenomena? I obviously need help!

I found a picture in the On-line Archives of California which just pleases me no end, both for its foolishness and for the fact that it's really pretty scary. It's a view of the midway at the Panama-Pacific Exposition held in San Francisco in 1915. The sole surviving relic of the exposition is the reproduced Palace of Fine Arts (the original was made of wood and plaster and by the 1960s was disintegrating, so they cast the thing in concrete to create the building that's there today.) I'm a bit sad that the Bowls of Joy in the photo did not survive. They were at least as deserving of preservation as was the Place of Fine Arts. Well, at least I'm sure Stephen King would think they were. They've been gone now for more than 90 years, but thankfully their visages have been photographically preserved to bring nightmares to a new generation.

Behold the Bowls of Joy:

Bowls of Joy
Bowls of Joy
On the Midway, Panama-Pacific Exposition, San Francisco, 1915


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