Edification comma lack
Thursday, 9 February 2017
Wonder how much we taxpayers have spent on this Muslim travel ban contretemps.
Carpet fibers. I thought it a wool Persian carpet, but is this wool? My ignorance is vast.
Musings
Little things in life
Wednesday, 8 February 2017
I read a NewYorker article about loss and lost. It started with losing track of keys and the like, then veered off to emotional loss. The macro lens had been misplaced; in active voice: I forgot where I put it. Turns out it was right under my nose. That’s the way it goes, eh?
Above is a hyacinth that’s beginning to open in the front yard. I forgot where the bulbs came from, but I relocated them to take advantage of more light/less tree cover, and they’re taking advantage of the relative warmth we’ve been having.
And this is a knurled dial. I instinctively want to express that it’s knurling, but I’m not sure that is correct.
I may buy stock in megaphone manufacturing companies
Tuesday, 7 February 2017
The morning mundane…creating compost. Really, the important output was crumble/betty/strudel/a gift.
Then, we attended a simple downtown protest…and learned via megaphone announcement that BDeVos got confirmed (took the Veep to make that happen). Bets on how long Bets lasts? [I don’t wanna preach! Hey, is that a LadyGaga line?]
Loved this.
The Powers-that-Be sent a seriously uniformed cop to stand watch over the sidewalk (first time it’s been more than building security) and make sure protestors didn’t encroach on the space that passers-by needed. The guy wasn’t terribly worried, I thought, as I watched him munch through his take-out lunch with his focus on the food and not on the crowd. [Left to right: building security guy (it’s okay to use the bathroom inside, but you have to leave your sign outside)—left; weight-lifter cop in full uniform (yes, I’ll have a piece of your free pizza, thanks!); and Pizza Guy (from across the street with a platter of hot BBQ chicken pizza freebies).] First customer was the cop…. Many of the protestors declined politely.
VNice of the pizza restaurant manager to trek over with the food donation…meanwhile many drivers honked (this is P-Tree street! Traffic reigns!) and it was a grand old time chanting (hey-hey…ho-ho…swamp_cabinet_has_got_to_go) and so on.
GooFiber looms
Monday, 6 February 2017
I think we’re another step closer to having GooFiber functional on our street. We are ready; I noticed our existing ComCast line is strung through the bushes.(!!)
On the winter-fading(?) front, the fennel is sprouting! Is this the fourth year for the mother-plant? This is the second year (I think) for this volunteer.
Honeysuckle only, no rose
Sunday, 5 February 2017
This is not the honeysuckle that’s most common in these parts, but the powerful scent is exactly what you’d expect…and I could detect it from several steps away when the sun was out.
You go!
Saturday, 4 February 2017
#nobannowall Multi-faith demonstration…I figured at least 700 people, maybe quite a few more. Nice that it was held on a blacktop parking lot on a sunny day—made it pleasantly toasty!
And in the back, the kiddie area….
Does this count as a sign or graffiti?
Today’s cleverest hashtag: #tinyhandsevilplans
Of murder-holes and machicolations
Friday, 3 February 2017
For a time, tall, blocky, stone tower-houses were the rage in Ireland. Perhaps 2K survive today, and thousands more are rubble or gone. Since they took considerable labor, they must have been valued.
I read an article about them today, describing murder-holes and machicolations, which are design details that were all about defense. The author also described a battering-ram test his squad(?) did, which took minutes to take down the door. His conclusion was that tower-houses looked far more defensive than they actually were.
I think they were about elevation—about keeping a lookout. And perhaps visual communication (flags? smoke?) among the many towers, as they were often built close enough to see one from another.
Blast-off
Thursday, 2 February 2017
Not long after the rain started, we decided to run out to do errands (we do like to eat, y’know).
And on the front window of the store, a sky-blue robot named Mike, with these rocket-feet.
Fleurs au soleil
Wednesday, 1 February 2017
I hadn’t realized these are (already?) blooming!
And the not-quince quince, too!
Happy February!