365/2: 065. Bobcat Bite.
Most often empty now. Sad times. More.
I’m getting laughed at ...
for listening to movie soundtracks as I program. Yo, stuff it.
I’ve added some ‘later’ comments to articles today and yesterday.
You may want to scroll down and/or turn the page.
The Fully Intended: RIP Poetry.
Familiar. Teachers would want to analyze poetry to a depth that immolated any and all appreciation and/or enjoyment. Hence my mockery of TS Eliot at the time: “I grow mold, I grow mold … wheeze … I will wear my fungus rolled.”
I had a particular teacher who was intent on ‘Jesus symbolism’, and found it in seemingly every piece of written work known to mankind. I suspect she could have found it in the phone book. In the crumbs of her morning toast. Almost completely turned me off of reading. If the lead character doesn’t martyr themselves, then it can’t be a good novel?
If they’re not teaching you how to do it, or how to appreciate it, but simply to clinically dissect it … what good does that sort of instruction do? A poem is not a pickled frog or an automobile engine. It has soul.
365/2: 064. Doors, faux wet plate effects.
Still jamming in CMS work; haven’t had time to wander. So I fiddle instead. And a sunset.
365/2: 063. “Canon fodder.”
Lens cleaning time. Take my word for it - a push/pull zoom is NOT a lens to have in the Southwest. [Read: manual vacuum for dust.] If you need one - RENT IT. Don’t own it.
Shift: Episode 020 - Radical Transparency.
Later: One other thing. The concept of leadership. More people are capable of being leaders than most perceive; leaders are common. The greater problem is a dearth of ‘worker bees’; folks happy to work at their respective grindstones. Even worse in today’s ‘personal branding’ environment; noone’s content to be a “B-actor.” How do you lead when everyone’s fighting to be a leader? Do flat heirarchies work when everyone’s at the top?
365/2: 062. Textures.
Sort of how I feel right now: Dead, dry and blue. Working too much.
365/2: 061. Storms breaking up.
And, snow on the Jemez.
365/2: 060. RAIN.
Rain. It’s a beautiful thing, folks.
Youtube: Maserati 3500GT Will Make You Fall in Love.
Sunset tonight; seven outtakes.
365/2: 058. A bit of rain at sunset.
Got a couple of tablespoons of rain. Ground soaked it up in seconds, the hardscapes evaporated it in about an hour.
365/2: 057. Time lapse failure.
I had a nice timelapse all planned out … when some joker drove by at high speed, raising enough dust to coat my lens. Waste of an hour and a half. Oh, I’m mad all right.
Trying a video of sunset again.
365/2: 056. NM blue skies, with wisps.
Guardian.UK: ADHD linked to paracetamol taken during pregnancy, says study.
A link; further study is needed. Tylenol has never done a damned thing for any of my fevers or headaches. I seem immune to any benefits it renders. Not that I plan on defying nature and getting pregnant ...
Phone meeting, extended. Links as I can.
365/2: 055. Grasses. Just grasses.
My wife says, if I go before she does, she’ll always remember how I loved walking in the evenings when one can see sunlight slanting through the grasses. And I tell her I’ll be whispering to her as she walks.
NJ.com: Jon Stewart remembers his days as a bartender at Trenton punk rock club.
He probably served me. Dead Kennedys, 10,000 Maniacs, Nash the Slash, The Groceries, Regressive Aid, Men Without Hats … just to name a few. Not quite as dangerous as he makes it out to be. I once got in a heated argument about Reagan (what else would get me so worked up?) with another person there, and *walked* through the miserable streets of Trenton all the way to Lawrenceville before my friends found me and picked me up.
365/2: 054. Sun dazzle.
Nice cloudage today.
365/2: 052. Tumbleweeds, and a sunset.
One of the many I have to clean up after the other night’s blowfest. And sunset, with the neighbors’ tree.