April in the Cruelest Month - in Ithaca, too
Tuesday, 24. June 2008, 00:13:49
Researchers have just announced an exact date for the Great Suitor Massacre of Ithaca. That of course was the fatal day (literally) when Odysseus returned home from The Wars and the Voyage Gone Bad, only to discover a swarm of wannabes hovering about his honey-pot Penelope. April 16, 1178 B.C. is the date that will live in infamy - for guys who are trying to get it on with the Queen - but a day of honor for avenging heroes and their patient wives."Using clues from star and sun positions mentioned by the ancient Greek poet Homer, scholars think they have determined the date when King Odysseus returned from the Trojan War and slaughtered a group of suitors who had been pressing his wife to marry one of them.
"It was on April 16, 1178 B.C. that the great warrior struck with arrows, swords and spears, killing those who sought to replace him, a pair of researchers say in Monday's online edition of Proceedings of the National Academy of Science."
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080623/ap_on_sc/sci_odyssey_dated;_ylt=ArDuz__TbUPUcf.Hyk5vOqSs0NUE
Speaking of returning heroes: Rob is back from Ft. Lauderdale for a few weeks (though he got here by flying, not sailing.) Good to see him again. We went out Saturday to the Wine Bar, and split a bottle of Australian Shiraz. Unfortunately, Erik was our server, and there's some strange ju-ju between them, going back for quite some time. Mac lives in the house on Wisconsin Street that Rob owns, and apparently Erik suspects Rob of wanting Mac to be more than just a tenant, if you know what I mean. (Rob swears he has no interest in Mac.) It doesn't help matters that Mac and Erik just broke up last week. So being at the Wine Bar (on his first night back in town) was just an awkward situation for Rob. It was pretty clear that Erik really wished he didn't have to be Rob's server, but they've adopted this system of "zones" at the Wine Bar, and we happened to be "sat" in Erik's zone. I guess that we could have moved to another zone. . . I didn't know about the whole "backstory" until the second glass of wine. That's what comes of not knowing the backstory!
