Mother fox grooms her kit…in a Chicago city park.
Take care of your child
Category: Personal
Americans vote for Democracy!
Again…and again. The mythic “American people” refuse to stand aside and let bigots and bullies run their lives. State after state, big and small, voters turned out, yesterday, in opposition to declare their support for abortion rights…and more.
Whether inspired by religion or not, the most backwards elements of American conservatism, bigotry or blind fear…the forces of reactionary politics got an ass-kicking, yesterday.
Keep it up, folks. We might actually end up being a guiding light for freedom and justice once again.
60 years ago, today…
I was on a chartered bus filled with activists from the civil rights movement in Bridgeport, Connecticut. I remember folks, like me, from the young chapter of C.O.R.E. The Congress On Racial Equality.
Folks from the NAACP to the Communist Party, a broad spectrum representing new counter-culture groups like SDS, YPSL, other trade unions, activists from church groups in the area…ordinary Americans following one common dream…advancing the cause of civil rights, ending institutionalized racism in the United States.
Every busload from across the American landscape that morning was different…and the same. A common dream, commitment to the fight against racism. I imagine most of us still alive from that day haven’t lost a fraction of that feeling.
All Power to the People!
“We just ran out of vaccine!”
Yup, we made (consecutive) appointments for each of us. A 2-day wait. My wife and I drove to town arriving 15 minutes early…as suggested when we made the appointments. And guess what?
“Oh, we just ran out of vaccine for RSV.”
No, we didn’t reschedule at Walgreens. We’ll look up another pharmacy…at a location along our usual route into town; but, actually, is ready for a scheduled visit.
I hope.
Moving my website
Every now and then, I think about changing the host I use for my website. Today, this is my first experiment with the process.
All I really need is a title for each post, at least 1 graphic and a place for content with link(s). Been using Google as host for years…Wordpress to build content and form. Now, WP is offering a host option, as well
Let’s how easy this will be.
[Not in the fracking least…But, I’m getting there.]
H/JACK
Yes, this is very much worth watching. Finished Episode 7 a few minutes ago. For all the reasons you would expect an Idris Elba thriller to be exciting…the production succeeds. Please watch and enjoy.
But, then…when you’re almost at the end of the 7th episode…and I hate to include a spoiler, even one as obvious as you would expect and hope for…when the plane is on the ground and pretty much everyone is saved, some executive who thinks they know how to write a plot better than any pro fucks it up. Switch it off at whatever Elba screenshot you like. Avoid the last couple of minutes air time.
Nothing ends up changing the conclusion. But, since the whole production includes a few dramatic shifts in the plot that work well…some fool decides “well, it worked well the other times, let’s throw in another change just to prove we can. The folks watching will love the twist!”
You know what? It doesn’t work. Falls short of the seven episodes. It’s just a piece of business that uses up the last couple minutes of air time when they might have done something useful. So, I still love and recommend it. The writing, direction, cinematography, acting performances are top-rate. Truly enjoyable. For 6 episodes and most all of the 7th.
When a few minutes short of projected air time and it looks like an ending…turn it off and reflect on a fine piece of work.I come and stand at every door…
No unique occasion. On my sunset walk, this afternoon, I was remembering times past, those who are gone. I remembered opening for Dr. King some time back in the 1960’s when I was singing a lot, everywhere. It was a street corner rally in New Haven, Connecticut. We had a wooden platform up on a corner so folks could see and hear. And, as well as I recall, this was one of the last songs I sang before introducing MLK.
Learned it from Pete’s recording.
[Viewed this post, again, this morning…just after watching a telecast which included Hiroshima survivors. One who was seven when the bomb was dropped. As was I.]
Favorite new executive instruction
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Feet still growing at 85?!
Must be. Sizes that worked 5 years ago [at 80 – 12/12+] don’t work anymore. A year ago [at 84 – 13]? Nada! So, I’m going to upsize again and hope I get something that fits. The question will be 14W or 14WW [if available].
Here we go looking @ Amazon…
Note: ordered a pair 14W. Maybe here in another few days. And nothing else matters. Eh?
14Ws got here a day early…from Amazon. Fit and feel great.
Previously noted…I’m a gearhead!
I sort of murmur my way around hill and dale, leaving the 6,000+ foot altitude of our La Cieneguilla neighborhood, going into town in Santa Fe or…more likely…off into “hills” or mountains in beautiful northern New Mexico.
My usual ride is my beloved Hemi-powered Ram Pickmeup. Speedo stopped working several years ago at around 225,000 miles. Mostly garaged, now.
The all-purpose family ride nowadays is Helen’s Ford Maverick. Also an eye-stopper…and nigh unto impossible to buy. Not certain if they’re even running a waiting list, anymore. Prolly ran out of ink and paper roll.
So, why the photo of that coupe up top? End of an era, folks. The sort of toy I enjoyed for decades. Not that I resent the quiet riots starting to leave electro-fabs in Detroit and elsewhere. I’m too old, now, to start learning new tricks. Though, I relish the additions that computer geeks will be able to slip past spies who used to rely on removing gas caps to sniff for secret sauce.
Eideard 