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Post by millring on May 14, 2024 18:53:35 GMT -5
Hey, let's ask Dub. He was there. It was horrible. Not just head-on collisions, but T-bones too. When some know-it-all yelled, "Circle the wagons!", you never knew which way those stupid homesteaders would turn. Wait. You had T-bones and you didn't call me for dinner?
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Post by millring on May 14, 2024 18:23:04 GMT -5
Hey, let's ask Dub. He was there.
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Post by millring on May 14, 2024 17:15:04 GMT -5
I deliver mail to quite a few multifamily homes.
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Post by millring on May 14, 2024 17:12:49 GMT -5
Can you even imagine how unsafe the roads will become with all the safety doodads on all the vehicles thus equipped and a generation growing up with the expectation that they will always be there and always function? I'm reminded of the story a friend told me forty years ago. Their microwave was broken. Her daughter put a plastic wrapped food item in the oven to heat it up. Same deal only with collisions instead of melted plastic. Can you even imagine how unsafe the roads will become with a generation of drivers in their horseless carriages, unaccustomed to yielding to horses? Their safety horns will cause horses to bolt! Nobody ever died in a head-on collision of Conestoga wagons.
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 20:02:03 GMT -5
I thought when you're under house arrest you wear those things on your ankle, not your wrist.
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 17:10:54 GMT -5
Excellent!
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 14:00:11 GMT -5
This morning's walk in the woods was interjected with some surprise excitement. IceSha and I walked too near a nesting turkey. Before we even realized what the racket was, the turkey rose up fully flushed out and darting towards us. I quickly reined IceSha in and tried to walk on by. The turkey would have none of it. It widely circled us twice and even fifty yards further down the trail it was still stalking us. I got a few photos of the action, but the turkey was too hidden by the woods in all of them. The bog I pictured here is Blitz's Bog. One of IceSha's predecessors, Blitz -- went running through these woods one spring morning and before she even knew the bog was there -- so completely covered in green growth --she was shoulder deep in it. It was a long, stinky ride home from the trails that day. And a long afternoon bath for Blitz. Blitz (cleaned up for the calendar shot )
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 13:43:24 GMT -5
Caught in today's Merlin trap;
Carolina Wren Eastern wood Peewee Red Eyed Vireo Tufted Titmouse Yellow Throated Vireo Acadian Flycatcher Barred Owl Great Blue Heron Brown Headed Cowbird American Redstart White Breasted Nuthatch Indigo Bunting Red Bellied Woodpecker American Crow Northern Cardinal Bay Breasted Warbler Blackburnian Warbler Magnolia Warbler Northern Parula Tennessee Warbler Song Sparrow European Starling Ovenbird Hairy Woodpecker Black Throated Green Warbler
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 13:29:53 GMT -5
Can you even imagine how unsafe the roads will become with all the safety doodads on all the vehicles thus equipped and a generation growing up with the expectation that they will always be there and always function?
I'm reminded of the story a friend told me forty years ago. Their microwave was broken. Her daughter put a plastic wrapped food item in the oven to heat it up.
Same deal only with collisions instead of melted plastic.
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 13:22:04 GMT -5
$55,000 for a vehicle. I had better just die soon. The future's so dark and I'm not even wearing shades.
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 12:44:14 GMT -5
I actually played that at the very first Valparaiso Guitar Talk gathering.
As to the Jeff Daniels/Kelly Clarkson video, the song is just fine. But the video as a whole is why I almost can't watch this kind of TV anymore. It is "laugh track" on steroids. It probably started with the vocal competitions -- American Idol and The Voice -- but now the idea that we'd somehow enjoy the reactions of audience members, hosts, or judges as much as we'd enjoy an uninterrupted performance drives me nuts. It's the same cynical calculation that we can be manipulated into thinking something is funny by hearing a laugh track. Now we think a performance is somehow made more brilliant by watching Simon Cowell raise his eyebrows (or in this case, by watching Kelly Clarkson wiping tears from her eyes and blurting "What just happened here?!").
I remember viewing the most subtle use of this I've ever noticed before. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. It didn't have a laugh track. But it did. Her "stand up" routine was set with a laughing audience.
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 12:29:28 GMT -5
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 11:05:36 GMT -5
I have yet to buy one of Matthew's paintings, but I've been taken with them for years now. He does the art fairs I used to do. His landscapes are extraordinary views of the ordinary. And this one I oughta have (typical Hoosier barn with basketball hoop and ball on the ground beside it): Wow. His paintings edge the lines between paint and photo realism. You might like the work of my good friend Sarah Yuster, who lives in Staten Island and has been painting city- and streetscapes there for the last 44 years: Those are wonderful. Probably my favorite kind of painting.
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 8:01:57 GMT -5
"& George" by painter Joan Griswold I have yet to buy one of Matthew's paintings, but I've been taken with them for years now. He does the art fairs I used to do. His landscapes are extraordinary views of the ordinary. And this one I oughta have (typical Hoosier barn with basketball hoop and ball on the ground beside it):
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Post by millring on May 12, 2024 7:38:19 GMT -5
wordled in 3. Palestine Lake backwaters yesterday. Palestine Lake is the wildest large lake in the county. It has islands, inlets, and peninsulas, swans, pelicans, geese, and gulls, lily pads and impassable (by motorboat) weeds. The Munsons planted poppies years ago when they also had a house on this side of the road. Now they're in the ditch. I wonder how old these iris are. They're like the ones at my house and those are more than 70 years old (or, the originals were first planted then. The still blossoming bulbs are out in my front yard still). Three wild flowers along the road (and taking over entire fields).
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Post by millring on May 11, 2024 17:26:58 GMT -5
Two exceptionally beautiful weather days in a row to be driving the countryside. And the light has been fantastic. Moving clouds change the landscape like a kaleidoscope. The fields that haven't been tilled under are yellow with wildflowers. The woods between have heavily scattered purple flowers covering their floors. The sun hot, the shade cold.
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Post by millring on May 11, 2024 17:20:43 GMT -5
Too late. There's no turning back and no fixing it.
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Post by millring on May 11, 2024 5:36:09 GMT -5
Saw him about 10 years ago at City Winery. Nice show. His son was in the band. I like his voice a lot. Warm and comfy. His tween song banter was fun and poignant and funny. I thought I remembered someone here had gone to see him live. I thought he also toured with some Nesmith/novelist/other-famous-for-another reason guy. I'm prolly conflating Peter Tork touring with ____ _____ another guy whose name I don't recall.
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Post by millring on May 11, 2024 5:34:06 GMT -5
I was sleeping. But I dreamed about them. Not really.
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Post by millring on May 11, 2024 5:33:04 GMT -5
Keeping in touch with artists, musicians, writers, and family I've known for years and who started using a convenient and all-inclusive, international platform more than a decade ago to share information and even advance our personal and professional interests via facebook is just plain silly. The Soundhole, on the other hand...
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