[crossposted to Facebook]
Short version: anyone available to help at my house in Baltimore, mostly carrying medium-to-heavy things, tomorrow ("today" by the time many of you read this), Saturday, or Sunday?
Checking in with an update on my house: progress continues; waiting for estimate from roofer who came out Monday, still looking for somebody to repair the brick back wall of the basement. Clearing out the living room to have one big space to unload the storage trailer into is still, I think, several days with a helper or two, maybe a couple of days with more helpers. (Keith, can you sanity-check my impression?) Going to be up there tomorrow afternoon with Keith, and probably one day of the weekend. If anyone is available to help out Saturday or Sunday, I'll be there whichever day I have help. I also still need to put jacks in the basement before stacking all my books in the living room.
Doing every other day last week really cost me physically, even letting others do most of the muscle-work. I can make up,some of that with extra painkillers, but not enough to really step up the pace myself.
There's still a bunch of things I need help with other than carrying things up stairs, some more urgent than others, a few that can be done anytime between now and when the weather gets uncomfortably cold this fall/winter. And also some need-skills-more-than-muscles things which aren't absolutely needed to make the house livable but would make it much more comfortable.
(I gotta figure out what I can still do enough of to pay back or pay forward the help I've been getting and the help I'm asking for.)
Anyone available to help out either Saturday or Sunday? (Or tomorrow?)
Bailey plays deputy sheriff Branch Connally. He starts out running against Walt Longmire, the sheriff and title character, for sheriff in the next election. But he's also involved with Walt's daughter, for a while. Katee Sackoff is another deputy. Lou Diamond Phillips runs a local bar. Bailey's father, a ruthless rich guy, is played by Gerald MacRaney, late of Simon & Simon. Do I really need to go on and list all the other players? You will recognize actors from Due South and Dances With Wolves and Powwow Highway and so many other places.
And all of them are playing solid characters and having a good time with it.
Myself, I've fallen for half the cast, just on the basis of really wonderful acting and season-long story arcs and dialogue to die for.
One other thing: there is respect for the Cheyenne people. There is respect for nature, and for animals. There is respect for women here. How often do you see that?
(Three seasons are on Netflix. Season 4 starts soon.)
S: There was this lady on the train who was going on about Jesus, and gays, and abortion, and... and reptilians...
Me: Coincidentally, I also spent much of the last hour yelling "Jesus Christ!" But that was because I was trying not to die.
I am SO FRUSTRATED sometimes by how much I like cycling and how much I dislike fearing for my life. Even the road that goes up to Prospect Park, which is only a mile away from me, has a vicious intersection right near the park, and that's the only road where I've actually had a collision with a car.
It is possible that if I cycled more, then I would trust myself more and not get angry and scared at every near miss; but between my own anxiety and the fact that South Brooklyn roads are in fact pretty bad to ride on (no bike lanes, or bike lanes in awful shape), there may not be much I can do about that.
I guess my long-term plan is to not live in Brooklyn, but, well.
Thinking about this because I do want a bike that fits, but it seems like such a silly indulgence if I don't actually ride that often...
"We'd call it murder if a kidnapping victim died of fright during the job. Of course it's not legally the same thing, but a woman dying of depression during an illegal detention should be the same kind of crime. It's especially true given our long and sordid history of overpolicing misdemeanors." -- Matt Taibbi, 2015-07-24
Peter Phillips and Project Censored affiliate professor Julie Andrzejewski as co-host address the Global Environmental Crisis. They interview emeritus professor of Religion and Philosophy Dr. David Ray Griffin regarding his new book Unprecedented: Can Civilization Survive the CO2 Crisis? Additionally, they talk with Truth Out investigative reporter Dahr Jamail regarding his newest article: Mass Extinction: It’s the End of the World as […]
The ancient forest now regrown. Rattle
Dry bones against slate shards, and the landslide
Crumbles the gorge, sweeping down trees, making
A new footpath, with handhold branches, too.
Skid down through geologic time, till
The river's mud's underfoot. Watch the glide
Of rafters through fast water, still taking
The oldest route past Canoe-eater, still
Avoiding the younger cousin, watchful
On a river rock midstream, rattle raised
To warn. Light drops behind the ridge, trees hazed
With dusk; time slips backward, into a peaceful
Semblance of the past, between ancient hills.
This was inspired by this portrait of the Big Bend of the Genesee River, in Letchworth State park. For reference, at this point the gorge is 600 to 1000 feet deep, the trees at the bottom nearly 200 feet high.
I have walked both the river flats and the high path, climbed down the Great Slide (created in the St. Louis earthquake of about 1811 or so) and shot the rapids on a raft. This is the place to which my heart returns.
"Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break." -- William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Gregorian: 22015 July 26
Julian: 2015 July 13
Hebrew: 5775 Av 10 (fast of Tisha B'Av because the 9th was on the sabbath this year)
Islamic: 1436 Shawwal 09
Persian: 1394 Mordad 04
Indian: 1937 Sravana 04
One lingers, ignoring the traffic beside it,
Intent upon something forgotten for decades.
Hint of chill dampness on skin warm and living,
A flutter of something, somebody's lost memory
Now faded to images crisped on burnt celluloid
In that fire, accidental, long winters ago.
Do they see us as we are, or do they peer past us
Through layers of time, leaves blown in a fall wind
From trees cleared from orchards or fields turned to factories
Repurposed or empty, or parkland or farmland.
Ignore them or witness them, to them it's no matter;
They wait for the purposes life does not know.
That half-perceived flicker you didn't imagine
That speaks in your dreams in a language unknown.
(FX: shop bell)
JULIAN: Oh, hello! I'm Julian and this is my friend Sandy.
HORNE: I need some help with my website. I found you online...
SANDY: He's been googling us, Jules.
JULIAN: We get so much trade that way, Mr Horne.
HORNE: Do you have much experience in site design?
JULIAN: Oh, we've been at it for years. Back with Geocities and Myspace.
SANDY: Yes. Everyone wanted a bit of Myspace. They were positively queueing up for my top eight.
JULIAN: Tom-- you remember Tom? He was my top.
HORNE: I want my site to look a little less...
JULIAN: Passé. That's your actual French.
HORNE: Yes. Would you be available to update it?
SANDY: Oh, you'll be wanting my help, Mr Horne. I'm positively a tiger of web design.
JULIAN: A tiger in the stylesheets.
SANDY: I do everything that's handled by the client. Everything responsive. If you want a nice double-column layout, I'm your man.
JULIAN: He just tweaks his padding-bottom and we're away.
HORNE: I see. Are you both client-side?
JULIAN: No, I concentrate on the back end. Django, mainly.
SANDY: Django! His Python is a sight to behold.
HORNE: Can I run it on Windows?
JULIAN: Oh, no, I swear by Debian.
SANDY: Swears by it.
JULIAN: Nothing else manages my packages so well.
HORNE: And it's more secure, I take it?
SANDY: Well, I must be frank, Mr Horne. Julian's never been much of a dab hand at intrusion detection.
SANDY: Well, it's true.
JULIAN: I can guarantee, guarantee that someone will be probing my ports this evening.
SANDY: Will you excuse us, Mr Horne? I really must go and check his log.
From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2014-06-23:
"One reason the Internet fosters conspiracy theories is that its system of branching, crossing tunnels is shaped like paranoid easoning itself, and once inside the shadow maze you find yourself tracking elusive glimmers of light that recede as fast as you can follow them." -- Walter Kirn, in Blood Will Out.
(submitted to the mailing list by Terry Labach)
However, when my body says 'horizontal, now', it means it.
much energy do I have to spend?
What can I do with it -- attempt to plow
through housework, errands, duty -- but the end
comes quickly, exhausted by simple moves
that I used to do without thought -- or walk
slowly, breathe deeply? There's nothing to prove
either way. After, I lie and read or talk,
feeling stronger each day, if drop by drop,
like the rain through the trees onto the roof
each one distinct till it flows off the top
and lands in a formless puddle. In truth,
neither young nor old, I'm waiting to see
what will emerge from this in the next me.