Stormy days ahead around here. Time to stay put reading a good book. Or go out and catch some herring?
“In March the soft rains continued, and each storm waited courteously until its predecessor sunk beneath the ground.”
“I belong to a lost generation and am comfortable only in the company of others who are lost and lonely.”
This sentiment comes up once in a while. Writing from the quiet of my living room… Reading the stories of others in distant places.
“The Blue Marble” as taken on December 7, 1972, by the crew of the Apollo 17 spacecraft en route to the Moon at a distance of about 29,000 kilometers (18,000 mi). It shows Africa, Antarctica, and the Arabian Peninsula.
In celebration of Earth Day, I watched “The Martian”, as it portrays the ingenuity, curiosity, passion and compassion of mankind. It also begs the question, why do we look for other places to live in the universe? Shouldn’t we rather take good care of this one good planet we are on?
Today was also the March for Science, very appropriate at a time, when science is questioned or worse ignored by a growing portion of politicians and the general public. This is puzzling to me. Scientists spend years of their lives in search of new frontiers, often times at the expense of personal and financial gains. Why on Earth, would the general lay person dare to contradict scientific findings? Science is so complex these days that we should at least acknowledge scientific findings. The ethical, political, and financial concerns are a whole different story, but they should not confuse the scientific data.
When we are sick, we go see the doctor (most of us). We always can choose to do or not do what the doctor ordered. That’s different from saying the doc is a hack.
Science is not a hoax.
Happy Earth Day.
“I have to science the sh-t out of this.”
Mark Watney, Space Pirate
when you look at your collection of shoes (mukluks, Xtra Tuffs, Tevas, ski boots, winter mountaineering boots) and gloves (fleece, neoprene, GoreTex, wool mittens) and decide to go with the Tevas and no gloves to go on a bike ride to town to pay your taxes.
Hallelujah, it’s tax season. Take my hard earned money and spend it on a beautiful wall.
“The art of taxation consists of plucking the goose so as to obtain the most feathers with the least hissing.”
when you open your pantry and you realize the selection of delicious jam from last years berry harvest is dwindling. And those jars of dried mushrooms are disappearing, too.
There is still plenty of salmon in the freezer, but the next spawning season is months away. Around goes the cycle of consumption and replenishment .
Appreciating everything nature has to offer.
“Nature’s first green is gold.”
when the first mosquito shows up in your home. That day was yesterday. After a pest-free winter I noticed the first large mosquito of the season,
Out of the blue I had 20 or so of these buggers in the house. Where did they come from? I had no idea. They are the big, slow kind. Easy to swat, not making the annoying buzzing sound. Wiki says there are mosquito species that hibernate as adults in crevices and come out as soon as the temps go up. Maybe I have those…