I overslept this morning and was rewarded for it.
Shambling drowsily through my morning chores, which include unburdening Miss Mia Sopaipilla’s litter box and removing the contents to the trash bin outside, I glanced up at the banana moon — and saw a shooting star.
Wow! Bonus! A Geminid meteor putting on a show just for me. I tipped Herself to it, she brought Miss Mia outside, and we saw a couple more before the gradually swelling morning light overwhelmed the zippy little fireballs.
The light show peaks tonight around 8 p.m. Dog Standard Time, according to EarthSky.
Could this be an omen? Is the Lizard Portal finally closing? Maybe. I haven’t seen a day coyote lately. Like my fellow Burqueño Marc Maron I’ll go mystical if I’m terrified.
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Peaks at 8 pm? Thanks!
Glad to oblige. I’d forgotten all about the fireworks until I saw that streak across the sky.
Didn’t see any this morning, but I will try this evening thanks to you! Chapeau.
Speaking of writers and observations of the current world of shit the tech gals and bros have constructed, Andy sent me this speech transcript this morning. It is from a speech given by the science fiction author Cory Doctorow at the University of Washington, Seattle. Here’s a link to his website. It’s a bit of a slog, but well worth reading.
Thanks for the digital wizardry!
You’re welcome, bruh. And that you for passing that screed along. Jaysis H., dude was on fire.
It’s the same old story, with a high-tech twist: capital slipping the tube steak to labor. Too much is not enough.
I’ve seen it for decades in my own line of work:
“Linotypes are so 15 minutes again. Cold type is the future.”
“Shit, anyone can take a photo.”
“Who needs copy editors, anyway?”
“Fuck a food editor, we’ll just use the NYT wire service copy.”
Etc.
This is how you wind up with a couple of behemoths owning your news-delivery system and running it with the absolute bare minimum (minus an additional 20 percent) of skilled professionals necessary.
That was an interesting article. He’s the guy that popularized the word ‘enshitification’.
It’s fun to watch the language evolve. “Enshittification” and “underbussed” are my two favorite new words.
Oy, I cast a quick eye on the transcript between chores — not a deep dive, just a dipping of a mental toe — and holy hell, does that ever look like a peek through the grill of Hades at the actual fire down below.
Winter gray up here in the land of beer and mushrooms. If I see any kind of a sky falling object, it will probably be an “ite” and very exciting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEptPr0jVxw
Here’s hoping that you have sparkling clear skies this evening.
Keeping your proud-ofs dry up there? The PNW is starting to sound like a suburb of Atlantis.
Not too bad on the dry side of the slope where we are at. We had some rain but nothing like the folks up north of Seattle. Besides, I got to cleaning out the gutters before most of the precip arrived and the weather god realized it wasn’t worth pissing on our place.
Did you ever round up another Flite Ti?
Good news, eh? The torrential downpour followed by a helicopter rescue and an extended debate with the insurance company is not my idea of a holiday party.
And yes, found a Flite, thanks. Took a spell and a few Dead President Trading Cards. And future such acquisitions will be more difficult and expensive as the model seems finally to be discontinued. Waaah, etc.
Terry Fly Ti is a close cousin to the Selle Italia Flite. Ask Khal. I think he has both saddles and could compare.
Whoa! I haven’t shopped saddles in a few years and am shocked at the pricing. C’mon! There isn’t that much “unobtainium” material in these things especially the slender ones. Damn I should have invested in them instead of my 401k.
Selle Italia SLR Carbon Saddle ($380] is more than I paid years ago for my Bottecchia Giro!
Nuts, innit? But the tariffs mean we don’t have to pay taxes anymore, so, winning, etc.