Cold Coffee
It’s been ten days since I sent the account info to PayPal and they haven’t made the deposit, so I remain a nobody and the coffee’s gone cold.
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It’s been ten days since I sent the account info to PayPal and they haven’t made the deposit, so I remain a nobody and the coffee’s gone cold.
It has often occurred to me that perhaps the comparatively new science of aviation will bring the making of wars to an end by reason of the very terrible consequences which will fall upon those nations which, in the future, have the temerity to declare war upon each other.
Okay, we’re all up to our eyeballs with social distancing and sheltering in place. So here’s something different.
Suddenly there’s no traffic. We’ve never heard so many birds. We could get used to this.
I won’t even mention all the things you can watch on streaming TV, because I know we’re all doing that anyway, so much so that it’s starting to slow the internet down, like disinfectant wipes in the sewers.
It’s getting old, blogging about sheltering in place. But we’ve got it easy — for far too many Americans, the shutdown isn’t merely old, it’s a financial disaster.
Maybe we should come up with a standardized personal space reminder phrase, something along the lines of “Distance, please.” You know, like skiers and bicyclists with their “On your left,” like the French with their “bonjours,” like that one friend we all have with his “You gonna eat those fries?”
I was looking at an old photo album on Flickr this morning, and it hit me I may have one of the most complete photo archives of the Boneyard Project, an art exhibit hosted by Pima Air and Space Museum from February through May 2012.