There Will Come Soft Rains, by Ray Bradbury. It’s a quick read, and you’ll know why I chose it for today, even if you think it should have been yesterday.
I first read this in middle school I believe, and I’m almost certain it was a truncated version, ending when the poem does – which I think actually makes it better. It was written in 1950 and distinctly reflects the views
Just a brief interlude, and because c’mon. The other night we had a persistent drifting mist, and the sleeping young Carolina anoles (Anolis carolinensis) were recipients of this, as was about every flat surface. Naturally I couldn’t pass this up…
Dipshit (I’m talking to myself – that’s what the italics mean. In this case, anyway.) This is not the last day of July, so you got the abstracts early, probably before they were ripe, and I apologize. I have no excuse, and should know by now to double-check my senile old brain, since this isn’t the first time it’s happened – it’s
We almost forgot that today is the birthday of Wamleigh Hütenverschnippi, a name we should all know much better than we do, since this is the person responsible for cameras looking they way that they do today.
Hütenverschnippi was an early photographer, back when great big bellowy cameras and glass plate negatives were in use, and while he was pretty accomplished at this, he had a hard time being
June 19th was the second anniversary of when we first saw Walkabout Estates Plus, and I’d had a project aimed to be completed by that date, but missed it due to needing modifications – this was one of the reasons photography and posts have been reduced. The project was largely completed today though, so that’s not too bad.
That project was, putting in a kayak dock on the pond.
I’ve known for quite a while that human memory is malleable and surprisingly easy to alter, and while there are certainly some things that I believe I recall correctly, I know I’m just as likely fooling myself. But I definitely don’t like it when it’s proven to me.
I was speaking to my cousin the other day, and remarked how, many years back, I’d been picking through
I just ran across an offhand comment somewhere that slammed into me with a bit of perspective, a simple one with a lot of baggage: Next year will be the 50th anniversary of Star Wars.
Fifty years ago. Half a fucking century. Why did that little datum suddenly register so specifically? I mean, it’s always been there, waiting to be found, and I’ve been hearing things about our
Tried to log into the blogsite yesterday morning to post some further stuff, and couldn’t get in at all – this was disconcerting since I’d been logged in for the previous post less than 6 hours earlier. My efforts produced nothing, and since I couldn’t log in I couldn’t update anything on the program end, and so spent waaaayyyy too much time with the hosting service’s
Once again, we find ourselves (that’s the royal “we,” not [necessarily] including you) on Darwin Day, without anything prepared to show for it. I have long maintained that we should be celebrating the scientist on some other day than his birthday, since the dead of winter is a hard time to find topical content. The fictional readers that I insist are real shoot back that I’m
Last year, following the one freezing rain storm that we’d received, I went out and did the above shot because the conditions were right, and I suddenly thought, Hey – I should revisit that in these conditions, and so I took my mug out to the top of the same grill and did
