Musings

Stagecraft

I don’t get the vertical piano.

Apologies to Gabriela Bhaskar for cropping her photo….

I’m no statistical wizard

I am beyond aggravated at discussions of poll results showing a candidate ahead/behind, when both values are within the margin of error…meaning they could be equal, or they could be the reverse of what is offered in the text, as in this article in the NYTimes. Rrrrrrgh. The Times isn’t the only “reputable” source doing this. Double rrrrrrgh.

Material culture, again

I do enjoy this swirl on the inside of a shallow bowl made by an Athens (GA) potter-friend. It is a finger-ridge on the clay that has heightened the shading in the glaze. I like the crazing/crackle/craquelure*, too. Crazing is not crazy.

* The appropriate term depends on whether the effect is intentional or not, as I understand it. In this case, I dunno the intention.

Pick me up

Mint

I like mint, spearmint much better than peppermint, and this is spearmint. It’s easy to grow and I have flourishing plants here and in the UP, yet I manage to forget to pick it and use it…in salads and beverages and more….

Sticky

Window green

I just went outide and our thermometer indicated it was 88°F. My app indicates 84°F. Either way, it’s also darned humid. But, no Debby rain—whew.

Lucky ATL

We’re on the edge, or perhaps just outside the edge, of the Debby storm. If you have heard “slow moving” think about what happens if strong rain…keeps…raining…and…raining…accumulating over a foot, and well over a foot in some places…and the topography is flat flat flat. Here, however, we have some increased overcast…(we’re getting off easy). I keep wondering if it was, say 1888, and some people were good at reading the sky and temperature patterns, etc, would those talented folks have idea what was happening just a couple of hundred miles away?

Organic gathering

Do I notice the botanical detritus that accumulates in the gutters more because I grew up with snow drift-ettes that recurred in those locations?

Timing

I reached back to this day in 2021 for a photo. Sometimes the past is great fun to visit, and a distraction from the present.

Overanalyzing

We toured across piedmont Georgia to lunch with relatives, then returned. Along the way, I spotted a sign reading horse supplies that tickled my funny bone. Still does. After all, who would want an unsupplied horse?

Incremental botanical knowledge

Native to Mexico and southward. I knew dahlias are New World, but not marigolds.