America waning
Cloudy this morning, then some sun, then a little rain. The temperature's still low, but the high humidity is driving up the heat inddx, Our high was 91.9F, but the heat index was 99F. That's kinda gross.
Anyway,
I fear there are a few political things I have to say soon. In part, it was the debate last night. In part...it's this knowledge that I have allowed myself to be bullied into silence (that bullying, a scourge of the early 21st Century, is as fascist as it gets). But not today. And words will be chosen with great care, and I will have them read over by others before I post. I will not ever again assume anyone gets nuance or can be bothered to actually follow trains of thought in an arguemnt.
My head is filled with things I want - no, need - to say here right now, but it's going to have to wait. In this age of inquisition and the howling masses, I have learned my lesson.
Blixa (Mars just wasn't working, and Blixa does) has become the cat who sleeps with me, which is very nice.
Something I said on Facebook today: "Hope is not a strategy."
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. I'll sign and personalize any book you buy. Thanks.
I leave you wish this photo of a screen filled with the Bashi Marl (earliest Eocene) shell hash (scaphopods, bivalves, gastropods), which I continue to search for tiny elasmobranch and actinopterygian fish teeth.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:03 p.m.
Anyway,
I fear there are a few political things I have to say soon. In part, it was the debate last night. In part...it's this knowledge that I have allowed myself to be bullied into silence (that bullying, a scourge of the early 21st Century, is as fascist as it gets). But not today. And words will be chosen with great care, and I will have them read over by others before I post. I will not ever again assume anyone gets nuance or can be bothered to actually follow trains of thought in an arguemnt.
My head is filled with things I want - no, need - to say here right now, but it's going to have to wait. In this age of inquisition and the howling masses, I have learned my lesson.
Blixa (Mars just wasn't working, and Blixa does) has become the cat who sleeps with me, which is very nice.
Something I said on Facebook today: "Hope is not a strategy."
Please visit the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. I'll sign and personalize any book you buy. Thanks.
I leave you wish this photo of a screen filled with the Bashi Marl (earliest Eocene) shell hash (scaphopods, bivalves, gastropods), which I continue to search for tiny elasmobranch and actinopterygian fish teeth.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:03 p.m.