yttrium and ytterbium
Coupla new photos. And the Ringo one is not Photoshopped, I swear—he really is that short. We met him a couple of years ago, when he was playing a concert at the Silver Legacy in Reno. This was the "Vertical Man" tour, I think, with the All-Starr band. I had a few drinks at the press club before the concert, so I'm a little unclear on the exact process of the shoot, but somehow we got hustled into a private room with a few people who had won a contest and then Ringo came through the door. He was all smiles and very affable about having his picture taken with strangers—he was obviously used to it. When our turn came I complimented him on his jacket.
"Thank you," he said, "it's an original."
Then we went to the concert. He walked around and sang and got behind the drum kit for a couple of Beatles songs, but sadly there was no "Octopus's Garden." A few days later we got the photo back. "His jacket matches your hair," said my mother.
Consider how the course of Western civilization would have altered if Richard Starkey had taken a more standard nickname: John, Paul, George, and Dick.
And this Tora Bora diagram looks just like the secret hideout maps my friends and I drew in the third grade.
