The place I was talking to was The Strong Water Company. I decided to just buy the bottle (since it was their last), and we’d figure out the shipping somehow. And that’s when I heard some magical words: “My friend is actually flying in to Chicago tomorrow.”
I know very little about this movie, but it looks amazing! There’s so much going on, so many questions, so many connections I’m trying to make between these very different scenes. Initially, I thought this was some Marvel multiverse thing. But I’m actually quite happy to learn that it’s something completely different. And it just feels fresh and new and…
“Why does everybody always act so tough, when all anybody wants is to find a friend?
Why does everybody always try to hide the heart that hidden has no use?”
So more waiting. And then another hour goes by. The staff answering the phones were giving estimated wait times to people, saying things like “an hour and a half” and then eventually “two hours.” And overhearing this, several of us in the waiting area laughed out loud. And in response to hearing “two hours” held up three fingers to one another. And began calling out “more like three hours” loudly, to one another.
Gave a big demo/presentation of a project at work. It was the culmination of 2.5+ months of development (and a bit more beyond that, for planning). This was a project I was given to lead, and got to help shepherd from start to finish.
Liz, sharing some of the background on the bottles and the bottlers. I say this in all seriousness: I think she’s very close to being able to host her own (paid) tasting sessions.
The quick version: people begin receiving visions (called “decrees”), where they are notified of the exact date and time of their death. Specifically, the date and time of their death, as they will be taken to hell.
When the time arrives, three beings appear and take/kill the individual, leaving behind a burned corpse (called a “demonstration”).
I really can’t seem to shake this song. I’m sharing it here, in the off chance that when it gets stuck in your brain… perhaps it will release its death grip on my brain.
Small note here, really. Liz and I have both been putting in some seriously long hours, at our respective jobs.
Liz and I met up with at Katie and Tim’s lake house, where Julie and Bob were spending the weekend. We had a big afternoon of local breweries to visit, as part of Bob’s birthday celebration.
This guy was particularly… big? I did wonder if this could be Harold, but that’s an awful lot of weight to have put on, in a short time. But perhaps it’s been a bad pandemic year for everyone, bunnies and humans included. I know that I wasn’t making the best of food choices.
“What a Douglas fir does, it does very slowly, and that includes dying. Possibly the least attractive feature of a nine-?hundred-?year life span is the century or two spent dying. Decomposition drags on for another hundred years or so. A tree is the rare organism to which the comparative deader is often and accurately applied. A recently dead, or ‘dead hard,’ conifer progresses to ‘dead spongy,’ then ‘dead soft,’ limbs and top rotting and dropping off, until the last piece of standing trunk topples and the tree enters the final classification, ‘dead fallen.’ At some point in its protracted twilight, a tree that stands near a road or path or building may earn a new classification: ‘danger tree.’ Because if it falls, anyone it lands on will spend a very, very short time dying.”
“In 2014, I was living in Bogota, Colombia in a neighborhood called La Soledad. The name means ‘loneliness’ or ‘solitude.’ And it was a fitting place for me to live. Loneliness is something I’ve felt much of of my life. And while I feel it sometimes when I’m alone. I feel it much more often when I’m with people.”