Interesting date.
On the eleventh it will be cosmic – today it is interesting.
Would have been more interesting in the 12th century
11/11/11 is my wife’s 40th birthday. 
Robin: Don’t you mean the 15th anniversary of her 25th birthday? 
Ummmm …
I’ll have some of whatever Dan is having.
The design firm, ELEVEN, is having a massive party 11.11.11. They have one every year on 11.11, but this year I have to assume it is going to be crazy…
As the current intern at (ELEVEN) I can concur. Apparently we have people flying in from the West Coast to make it to this years party.
11:11:11 on 11-11-11 should be a fairly memorable time.
11:11:11 on 11-11-11 should be a fairly memorable time.
How about 8:11 p.m., on the 20th of November, 2011?
Which would be; 20:11, 20-11, 2011
oh, snap!
11/11 is Kurt Vonnegut Jr’s birthday as well.
Gilgongo!
And there is a movie.
It’s also the anniversary of the end of WWI. Arguably, a more important event than the movie or Kurt Vonnegut’s birthday, but just under the Eleven studio’s party.
It’s also the anniversary of the end of WWI.
Thanks for pointing that out Ray. The loss of 15,000,000 souls isn’t something that can be allowed to be forgotten.
Put my poppy on my jacket this weekend. One of the nicer traditions in Canada. I never really thought of “Veteran’s Day” when I lived in the states. Every time I see a poppy I think of Remembrance Day. It’s also interesting how it’s an inherently sad holiday. Probably a good thing to associate with war.
Since 1924 vets all across the States have distributed red crepe paper poppies on Memorial Day. They are free, and are made by disabled veterans, with any donations going to veterans hospitals and survivors. The practice of distributing poppies on Remembrance Day (Armistice Day; renamed Veteran’s Day in the U.S. after the Korean War in 1954) is more prevalent.
A couple of years ago I was visiting my cousin in Cedarburg, WI on Memorial Day weekend. We had planned to visit our birthplace in southern Illinois. It was a gorgeous weekend so we took the old two-lane blacktop back roads instead of the Interstate. By the time we got to our destination she had the dashboard covered in red crepe paper poppies.
In case anyone is unfamiliar with why the poppy is venerated…
IN FLANDER’S FIELD
by Lt. Col. John McCrae (written after he witnessed the death of a close friend the day before)
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead.
Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved and now we lie,
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw,
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us, who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow,
In Flanders Fields.