Saturday, 2 January 2021
Easy to anthropomorphize a fire truck—the blunt front suggests…contained energy, the large size is a metaphor for “gentle giant,” and the red/white, with bright yellow accents suggests a bit of a dandy…and the black-walls…hmm…Doc Martens?
Oh this is fun!
Your turn.
Thursday, 31 December 2020
I’m with the majority, I’m certain, that I’m happy happy happy to say goodbye to 2020. I sure hope 2021 is much, much better, and the trend-lines suggest it surely will be.
That blue object is a stray piece of trash, but so…um…artistic?…the blue-ness anyway…with the mini-fern and moss. And natural detritus. It’s an outlier!
Tuesday, 29 December 2020
I was (unhappily) waiting for this: the super-infectious Covid-19 is confirmed to be in the USA. Given how infectious the standard, ordinary version is, well, fan-and-do-do now, especially since the US population/residents, as a whole, are not good at distancing/masking.
For the rest of us, we will keep distancing while waiting for the laggards to…well, too hard to embrace that stunning and awful reality.
I have yet to come across the cost per taxpayer/resident/whatever for this pandemic…so far and projected. Too sobering, I’m sure (and probably a few too many assumptions to be made…still).
Happily, the database informs that our ballots have been received and accepted. Yay!
Monday, 28 December 2020
Just skimmed a NYTimes article by Pam Belluck titled “Small Number of Covid Patients Develop Severe Psychotic Symptoms;” I’m no human biologist, but I find Covid-19 replete with nasty surprises…but: psychoses? And in people in their 30s, 40s and 50s. Wow, that’s unexpected (to me).
However. For context, Belluck notes: “Sporadic cases of post-infectious psychosis and mania have occurred with other viruses, including the 1918 flu and the coronaviruses SARS and MERS.” So, should I have known this?
People: wear a mask and stay away from other people. Six feet of social distancing is only sufficient if it’s for say, five-to-seven minutes or less—and less is best.
Sunday, 20 December 2020
Sorry, watching Richard Burton do his actor-magic for the camera for “The Spy Who Came In from the Cold” (released 1966), and I’m stealing/borrrowing the line…. And it has nothing to do with a yellow rose in a garden, truth told.
Sunday, 13 December 2020
Sometimes when I’m out walking, I find a theme, something that repeats. Today it was Smart Cars. Usually, I see zero Smart Cars. Today I saw three. All different colors, so I know three: maroon, black, white. Three.
Saturday, 12 December 2020
It’s really no surprise that these are called the Blue Ridge Mountains, eh? [Or the Appalachians? Am I wrong? So much for poetics….]
Memory photo from yesterday. Sigh. Such a wonderful day.
Saturday, 5 December 2020
“Mank.” Worth the time. Terrific lines delivered extremely well. Well crafted. Big cast. Today’s news remodeled into historical fiction.
Strange plant in small, overlooked gas station bed.
Sunday, 29 November 2020
Nice leetle joke of the tree-cutting crew to carefully place the stump right-side-up in the street. I didn’t quite do a double-take, but I did study it for a half-beat…. No, no stump/tree in the pavement. Just on.
I cannot anthropomorphize this into a conscious decision to bud as November comes to a close (in the northern hemisphere). It’s just an off-season accomplishment. Nothing more; nothing less. Avert your eyes; keep moving.
Wednesday, 25 November 2020
As the complex system change-over to the incoming presidential administration speeds up, I was thinking about infrastructure. Here’s some that isn’t changing in January, I’m pretty sure!