… when I don’t tell anybody anything, but they catch-up, and they say “that’s crazy,” which is to say they’re telling me that I am not crazy.
… when I don’t tell anybody anything, but they catch-up, and they say “that’s crazy,” which is to say they’re telling me that I am not crazy.
The Presidential Fleet is flying lower than normal over NE Capitol Hill again (others fly this low on occasion, the medical trauma choppers heading to Children’s and Washington Hospital Center, the police choppers). The airspace tracking Twitter accounts seem to validate our visceral experience - and supply attribution.
Been sorting out how to “come back online” (sort of literally, more metaphorically) for a while. Haven’t been entirely unplugged, but came the closest in a while over Thanksgiving. Dialing back into our new Crichton-Gibson-esque reality with the Omicron strain and international spat over intellectual property.
Figuring out which blogging software/CMS I might want to use for another project. Micro.blog would actually cut it, maybe. If it weren’t for some other wrinkles-but Hugo might be the choice.
It’s not a vacation that’s kept me away.
MIT Predicted in 1972 That Society Will Collapse This Century. New Research Shows We’re on Schedule. — “the scenario which was the least closest fit to the latest empirical data happens to be the most optimistic pathway known as ‘SW’ (stabilized world), in which civilization follows a sustainable path and experiences the smallest declines in economic growth—based on a combination of technological innovation and widespread investment in public health and education.
Missing the high desert hard right now.
Jeito, jeito, jeito.
The Red Hand Files - Issue #158 — “Not a question but just thank you for actually loving my favourite female poet, Stevie Smith (issue #157). ‘Oblivion’ has always been my story.” (Nick Cave) I’m not sure a poem has spoken to me more in the past couple of years.
A link post is overdue.