The iPhone had been out less than a year when this was drawn, and notebooks with wireless connectivity ruled the landscape. Obviously, portability comes with its own perils. At least I never leaned over and had a laptop fall out of my shirt pocket and break. This fate befell my cell phone not long ago. It didn’t help that I was leaning over, looking down a stairwell. And yes, I still have a desktop computer that I unplug when the lightning becomes too frisky. It has so many cables and wires, though, that I usually take my chances. And yes, I have a laptop, too. I’m covered!
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cxp: More sparsely populated spaces + fewer people around = More (all-over) tanning opportunities for Janis.
Future planning: Ludwig is, what, 30-something now? Perhaps it’s time to introduce a new feline character, also.
And does anyone remember what Lou and Gene finally named their rural bistro? If they ever did.
Dear emb, I see that you woke early this morning thinking of your wedding day, so long ago. It’s so sad that Elaine is not here to reminisce and celebrate with you. You are a good husband to cherish her memory so well. The same feelings come to me often, though my thoughts are not as profound as yours.
It’s a really good thing that we cannot see the future — it would be a serious anachronism, for one thing. It’s better to get accustomed to each day as it happens.
Chris and I were married in 1952, in June. We were very happy, and the good memories are many, as are yours.
Wishing you well,
Charlotte
Charlotte: Thanks. I see no reason to assume your thoughts are less ‘profound’ than mine. I happened to run across a poem or two first.
That 2″ is becoming 3″, and may be more by tomorrow, my day to copy edit* BUMC’s bulletin, after an emeriti bfst w/ BSU’s new president at 0845.
*Last time I missed an incorrect hymn #. Still like the job.
Peace,
Felt bad when I realized just now I have not, as planned earlier, watched any Braves games since the MLB season started. Discovered their record is 6-12. No longer feel quite as bad.
Interesting Strib article:
http://www.startribune.com/neanderthals-in-california-maybe-so-provocative-study-says/420506883/
Actually, they were just degenerate humans resulting from intercourse w/ the Nephilim, & destroyed by the Flood.
Peace,
I just found out that my best friend in high school and for years after recently passed.
All those years…
And another story has now ended with “I never saw him again.”
Dear God, dear God.
emb:
I was up early because I am usually at my desk at work no later than 6:15. This morning, I was there at six.
Free will: Because of reading too much philosophy and psychology, I stopped believing in free will when I was about 19. I hope that I am wrong and that it does exist.
I might turn in early this evening. I took a pretty hard gut punch with the news.
No lines tonight.
Instead, here’s a forty-year-old poem of mine that I posted here a couple of years ago; it seems especially appropriate this evening:
The Apparitions’ Litany
My life is filled
with ghosts
I’ll not see again.
Eyed shadows in cars,
hallway walking dead,
good friends.
Regarding the today’s A&J strip (and others)… I wish Gus had eyes…
My Chinese laundry is reopened but most of my effort went to emptying baskets and putting away clean. I dislike badly done laundry so putting away laundry done by others is annoying and results in my rewashing a lot.
On a positive note I sorted my bras to give ones that don’t fit to my hairdresser. She is of a strict faith that wears dresses, long sleeves, high necks and somber colors. Apparently that does not apply to under garments and was thrilled with a turquoise lace provocative number that I bought too small. So, I tempt her with more hot uplift colored bras and bikinis and thongs.
God will forgive me for leading his lamb astray.
On a positive note I can skip doing laundry at least a year. I have enough clean!
Rick
I. am so sorry you have lost your friend. It sounds like it was a real gut pouch as you said. I hope you can remember some happier times right now.
Laura:
You’re very kind, and I thank you.
It will be a while, but I am sure that the good memories will emerge.
I have to let some emotions work their way around first.
emb, your comment regarding degenerate humans resulting from intercourse w/ the Nephilim, & destroyed by the Flood reflects many plot points of Madeleine L’Engle’s Many Waters. Our girls enjoyed her novels. So did my wife and I.
Trucker: Interesting. I have something else to post, in 4 installments. With luck they will be in an uninterrupted sequence. Peace,
Morphy [1]: [Since italics and boldface seem not to transfer into the Village blog, I’ve twice resorted to ALL CAPS for emphasis. Please don’t misinterpret that as “Shouting.”] “I believe Jesus is a big enough man to take a joke. [present tense intentional]” We agree on something! If there is a Hereafter, Jesus is there now. Elaine may even have met him.
We may agree on little else about Jesus of Nazareth, my favorite 1st century apocalyptic prophet. I try to follow many of the injunctions attributed to him. However, though a devoutly religious heretical United Methodist, I am neither messianic nor trinitarian. And I do not want to discuss religion or theology with you. Let’s see, below, if there is something else we can agree on.
Morphy [2]: You wrote, “To proclaim the planet we call Earth is grossly overpopulated, implies there is some portion of that population you feel should not exist. Rather than be so gross as to request a description of that extraneous portion or where one would find them living their lives, I simply ask: Do you count yourself, and your progeny, among them? Or are you and your offspring somehow more deserving of a place here?”
[Not your business, but I have 3 kids, all over 50, only 3 grandkids, no present reason to expect great-grand kids, and thus am probably contributing little to overpopulation.] “Simply ask”, indeed! You may INFER that nonsense, but my statement IMPLIES no such thing. That Jones Beach, on Long Island’s south shore, is too crowded in summer does not mean I want to eliminate half the folks there. For anyone to infer that would make me wonder about them. Thousands of gentle people are concerned about human overpopulation, and have been since I was a teen in the early ’40s and, of course, earlier. I’ve not yet run into any of them who advocate eliminating any segment of the world population, and see no point in discussing possible solutions here. This blog has been there before, fruitlessly.
20th c. books existed about overpopulation decades before Paul Ehrlich [my jr. by 2.5 yr] came on the scene in ’68 with “The population bomb.” [See: https://www.scribd.com/document/69642518/The-Post-War-Intellectual-Roots-of-the-Population-Bomb-Fairfield-Osborns-Our-Plundered-Planet-and-William-Vogts-Road-to-Survival-in-Retrospect%5D
When I mentioned Ehrlich to some BSU humanities faculty in the ’70s, they asked why nobody had told us earlier. Despite general market books on the subject, they had no idea. Scientists are generally no narrower than other profs. Continued below.
Morphy [3]: Since, among possible targets in the Village, you seem to reserve most such stretches of logic for me, I presume that you single me out, and also continue to see me as deceitful and immoral. Also, since I [plus, I infer, some other Villagers] often find your reasoning hard to follow in some of the more convoluted prose we encounter here, I’ve decided it would be pointless to engage in supposedly reasoned discussion with you, here or in any other forum. It might even be dangerous, considering what I perceive as your penchant for taking things personally that are not so intended, and to consider suing. Therefore, let’s agree not to discuss things of substance here. Continued below.
Morphy [4]: For the reasons stated above, I want nothing more to do with you. I don’t even want an answer to this 4-part plea. Please do not direct comments to me, stop assuming my posts are meant for you, and realize it is not your job to dictate what topics I may post on.
Besides, please know that I am a unipolar [not bipolar] depressive. Not so bad as to confine me to an institution, but it’s still there, and, retrospectively, has likely been for most of my life, perhaps stemming from a so-so childhood. [Noting, of course, from the news and much personal experience at BSU, Sanford Health Bemidji, and various personal encounters, that my troubles are nothing compared to those of many others. I am blessed in many ways, most of them none of your business.] I have been seeing professional help since ’71, but turn out to be shrink-resistant. The meds my current psychiatrist prescribes generally suffice for day-to-day living, but major stress is often more than I can handle. I prefer to do without the unjustified stress that you engender, whether you intend it or not. Morphy, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE! Peace, and goodbye.
Rick: I am very sorry for your loss. Anytime we part from a friend, we should try to remember it may be the last time we do so in this life.
When I lost my best friend in January, I watched her take her last breath. For a while, the jury was out on whether it would have been better for my last memory of her to have come from a time when she was alive. For me, perhaps it would have been. For her, I feel it was better for me to be there. I am now at peace with that.
Debbe 😉 A very underrated writer and singer…and yes, he wrote several of The Eagles greatest hits.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abyxEpuiii0
Ghost & Rick
We do the best we can with the information we have at the time.
Do not second guess – that way leads to madness.
If we have no “Free Will” then what was was done for a reason we can not ken.
If we have “Free Will” I hope what we do is for the betterment of others. (Most of the time 🙂 )
emb
Your experience going through doors your way could be disastrous.
But there is a more insidious problem with doors: there must be force field
in doors and archways that modifies thoughts and memory as you pass through.
Leave/enter a room — “what was I just thinking? why did I come here?” pass
through the door the opposite way and it comes back (Most time)
Back when I worked in an office where we were all 40 (odd we were all within a few months)
the boss, an old man of 55, would come in and turn around – and we knew he forgot why
he came into the room. We now know it was the memory altering force field in the door 😉
It is Arbor Day Friday
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOHekLZD5i4
It is Arbor Day on Friday
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOHekLZD5i4
Fortunately I haven’t passed through any doors since I decided to look up this article:
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/why-walking-through-doorway-makes-you-forget/