Friday, May 31, 2019

Living in twilight

I saw a guy in a store today wearing an ELO shirt, and was reminded of this song. Like much of Pink Floyd's canon, Jeff Lynne here explores the subject of estrangement and isolation.

Not the first to recognize or note that, in our age of amazing technology, I've been reflecting lately, wondering if we're losing our humanity. A co-worker a couple of weeks ago snapped a smartphone picture of me, then 'Caitlin-ized' me via its imaging software, to render me female. I was actually quite attractive - reminding me of my Daughter - and no, I shan't show you the picture.

But it made me wonder, in this age, why brilliant creative types are creating software to put butterflies on people's noses, kitty ears and whiskers, and outright transgendering them, while there are still deadly and chronic diseases, global disagreements, and other more important issues to tackle.

Late this afternoon, as I was leaving work, another co-worker sent a group text to 18 numbers, five of which were recognized in my contact list, regarding a dog needing a home. Within a half-hour, someone whose number I did not know had stepped forward and pledged to adopt the pup. Technology mobilized a group and solved the problem at hand - nonetheless, the thread continued for another half-hour, devolving into some kind of slam-fest between a couple of the unidentified members.

So maybe I'm evolving into Grumpy Old Man, but, gee, I long for those days when you could have a real one-to-one conversation with someone - no texts or email notifications interrupting - if they'd just pick up that telephone.

Click here for an alternate take on the song.

Friday, May 3, 2019

Run for the Roses

For Secretariat, 1970-1989:

Sunday, April 28, 2019

Just Because

The end song from one of my favorite movies:

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Prepare to be mesmerized

Some of you may be of similar vintage as I am.  If so, you will immediately recognize this song, and may likely be transported across time and space, as though Doc Brown himself Uber-ed you back to the mid '70s.  I had never heard the back story of the making of this tune.

I dare you to not sing along...

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Back from the Future

Blogger TCS recently posited that the aliens had arrived.

Now comes a book suggesting that the intergalactic tourists may be future The Donalds and Tommies and such, just time-slumming through the universe, seeking a recharge for their flux capacitor(s).

I'm not saying they're here, or even if they're coming, but, if they are, possibly they could Hoover up some of the Congressional freshman class and whisk them to another solar system.

Monday, April 1, 2019

In My Experience #47

At the end of the day...'s 11:59.

Saturday, March 23, 2019

Pick your fights

...and the right tool for the job:

A scimitar? Ain't nobody got time for that ----.