Playing the micro.blog photo challenge game.
Day 1: Switch
Trite Ukraine musings
~ 10:52 EST — There are many other angles, but I buy the analysis that Putin’s ego and attempting to exploit Soviet-era World War II pride and shame (if not subsumed into it himself)) is part of it. When I visited my sister studying in Moscow the most common question we were asked by Russians was if we were related to a famous WWII General with the same family name.
I remember when the BBC News web site was dense (text dense) and full of often dry but fascinating news from all corners of the world. Now it is barely smarter than CNN (which hasn’t gotten smarter) and even less dense.
We visited the trains at the United States Botanic Garden this past weekend. Kiddo was mesmerized, nearly solemn (head-on shots we exclude from the public web, as best we can).
Dad might’ve liked it too.
A great small loss
I just lost a series of images I thought I had elsewhere. They were of a friend in his family homestead’s kitchen, setting to work on some writing. Nothing dramatic or technically special, but documentation of a man, set to work he was good at, in a place he loved. A small tragedy to be sure, but a tragedy nonetheless. There is now a little bit of fresh mourning this morning.
It seems to me to have been a pretty horrible year. Still can’t get over what we allow to happen. Shit happens, but too much of this is preventable… and what of the torment we bring upon our children?
… 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.
Living in the rotor wash
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.
Crichton and Gibson are right, again
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.