Even now, the key changes in this song are (to me) incredibly complex. There’s a great deal of satisfaction hearing the shifts, up and down, and I wish I had better words to describe what’s happening with the notes in the song.
“That’s a terrible number. I mean, 1,000 deaths a day from this? 20,000 new infections a day? I mean, that’s not an epidemic you have under control. You know, we don’t talk about it that way, but that’s a rapidly spreading epidemic. Now, we may become complacent about that, we may sort of accept that as the new norm. And that may lull us into a sense of complacency when fall arrives. And that’s a worry.”
Our walks have someone gone along the same routes, though we’re trying to vary things up a bit. I used to really prefer the same routes, back when we were running on a semi-regular basis. But for walks? I’m not so OCD that I want the same path every day.
Liz was excited to shift over from working on doors to windows, and started in on a transom from one of the upstairs doors.
I remember not really caring much for Chapman when I heard this song. It was ok, but I remember it having a lot of airplay (or video play perhaps). Listening to it now, as an older man, it’s a very different song to me. The lyrics are the same, but I hear them now in a way I don’t think I did or could have, when I was younger.
Liz made an observation earlier in the week that we aren’t getting much exercise at all. And I tried to give a thumbs-up in agreement, but that felt like too much effort so I just nodded instead.
From what I can tell, it’s definitely Spotlight given that mds and mds_stores are hogging up resources a lot. I’ve moved an incredible number of folders into the “Privacy” section so they won’t be indexed, but that hasn’t helped much. I thought this was a Time Machine issue at first, but it’s been a few days now and I was really hoping things would have settled down.
I’m reminded a bit of when Liz and I were in Amsterdam, and I took a long video of just street traffic. Because as a tourist, just watching the world go by is an amazing thing to behold. That’s true anywhere, honestly. Watching the world go by is an amazing experience anywhere. It’s just that we forget this fact until we travel, and remember it anew.
As we were sitting in the driveway, looking at our lawn… I pulled up some old photos of what the backyard used to look like, when we moved in. It’s such a stark difference, and hard to believe how rough it looked, before now.
I’ve largely stopped reading about Coronavirus. There was a while there where I was consuming any article I could fine, trying to gauge how the US was doing, how Chicago was doing, how the cities where my family lived were doing. It all got to be a bit much, and for my own sake… I just had to stop. It’s…
“Every week, planes drop 14.7 million sterilized screwworms over the rainforest that divides the two countries. A screwworm-rearing plant operates 24/7 in Panama. Inspectors cover thousands of square miles by motorcycle, boat, and horseback, searching for stray screwworm infections north of the border. The slightest oversight could undo all the work that came before.”
The TL;DR on the rules: there are two moves per turn, one passive move and one aggressive move.
On the passive move, you need to move one of your stones up to two spaces (in any direction, including diagonal).
On the aggressive move, you need to move the exact same amount of spaces in the exact same direction, but the catch is it has to be on a board of the opposite color. And this opposite color can be either your board or your oppontent’s board.
This was another night where I kept at the computer doing work work, but Liz suited up to continue working on the house. In the form of continuing to strip one of our doors.
Even if I’m up closer to 1AM, I’ll still snap awake early. And it’s starting to feel like I’m now having trouble staying asleep. I’ll try to sleep in on the weekends, but it requires a more concerted effort (no alarms, and with me deciding to set my phone back down after waking up at 6:30 AM).
From time to time, birds will gather at the edge of our driveway and fluff their feathers around for a dust bath. This little guy though, really got into the water and seemed to enjoy an actual bath.