Sunday, 26 June 2022
That Friday ruling took the pizzazz out of my weekend. Well, truthfully, far more than pizzazz.
Still thinking that those who believe in proselytizing are therefore arrogant (as in: I know better than you), and have no business being judges. I’ll leave it there…as steam rolls out of my ears.
Saturday, 4 June 2022
Spotted on the roadside. I think it’s an Edsel.
This, however, I know to be the rainbow crossing in Midtown. It was first temporary and removed, then there was an outcry and political maneuvering, and some time later, presto, it returned to stay.
Friday, 13 May 2022
An abhorrent southern gardening practice is to over-trim, as in brutally butcher, lowly and fast-growing crepe myrtles. This ruthless, vile, and harsh custom annoys me to no end. Or greatly. Your choice.
Thursday, 12 May 2022
Yesterday, I managed to skip the most demanding…topic…that I keep in mind when I walk: inhale through nose ONLY. ONLY. It is not instinctive; it is not easy to maintain. And yet: very important (to not tickle your vagus nerve…better to keep it quiescent).
Often, I post photos of organic subjects. Not always. Like today. Pure material culture. Functional, manufactured objects. Features. Parts of larger systems. Vroom. Whoosh.
Friday, 6 May 2022
Humidity and impending rain created an atmosphere such that I couldn’t face pulling ivy and the mattock work I’ve been doing for two weeks, so I opted to walk. Still humid. Still rain pending (in 49 minutes, professed my watch—and it was right). I’ve been sparing my ever-so-sensitive knees by not pounding the pavement with a daily walk, so I turned tables and headed out for haunts I haven’t checked up on lately. Mucho progresso at the neighborhood firehouse, and I’m sure the fire-folk will love the upgrades.
And our new favorite summer evening menu: salmon salad. Like this. With lettuce and tomatoes and a drizzle of “balsamic glaze,” a TJ’s prep that is made with grape must, and is yummy (thank you, Cuz, for introducing me to it!), although it may not sound yummy.
In short, a day of changed habits.
Sunday, 24 April 2022
We just started a new international television series. It’s called Pera Palas’ta Gece Yarısı, or Midnight at the Pera Palace. For enquiring minds: the Pera Palace is a real hotel that had its grand opening in 1895.
Turns out that just like Finnish and Swedish, we can’t understand Turkish merely by listening to it.
Saturday, 23 April 2022
On our wee jaunt yesterday, we found abundant evidence that the highway department’s routing specialists have gone for traffic circles in a big way in recent years. In our experience, they can showcase, um, interesting art. And varied detritus.
Thursday, 21 April 2022
I spent some time this afternoon finding tell settlements. It’s very rewarding. Many mounds like this: standing above the landscape, and possibly with archaeological trenching. Hard to miss.
Others were plenty tricky to find. Hah!
This peony: hard to miss. And a target for bees.
Wednesday, 13 April 2022
A viburnum. In bloom.
No malicious cyber tools here.
Apparently They may attack the energy grid with malware. They is the GRU, and perhaps additional groups.
Friday, 8 April 2022
This is a city hall, although I find the architectural philosophy matching ever so many county courthouses. Including the cannon. Unusual to be painted silver an to have a chunk of 2×6 blocking the barrel.
I confess I had to look up the USS Maine, as my recollection was too foggy. Ah, the Maine sank in Havana’s harbor, and at the time officials said it had been by a mine, but now it’s thought to be from an internal explosion. Anyway, that kicked off a whole war. Yikes.
Snow report: we saw flakes; we saw sleet; we saw fleeting sunshine. Mostly we drove through rain. And here’s a large rotten snow pile with some fresher frosting…the overall report is rain and melting.