That's my team's crest and kits colors, home: periwinkle shirt, pink shorts, yellow socks, road: white shirt, pink shorts, periwinkle socks
We are two weeks from peak young Spring green woods, usually BAM! about May 1st at 39-16'18'' N, 077-17'14'' W, but Spring kabooming early. Though yesterday first O Yeah, Sweat hike of the season, the ground never froze solid last Winter, ground warmer than usual, Brood X will be out early too
Photo of course though at moment I don't plan the standard Anthony Hecht green poem or the standard Brian Eno green song that goes with it
Despite entrenched certainty why I require faith and will never accept faith if it ever walked up and hugged me I will always want a team to root for that demands periwinkle as primary color and will successfully endeavor to keep looking while ensuring I never find it if it smacked me in the face
DEATH IS COMPRISED OF DEEP BLUE TORTURES
and filled with dark chocolate cake.
Birth has gone with the losses
of endless imagination.
A round brown leaf whirls at the tip
of a spider thread.
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I will study
the whiteness of plum blossoms
and look for knots in an old trunk
at the edge of the forest fire
near some deer bones.
That made five years ago, had seven reasons I can find so far why I dreamt about it last night including six I can't tell you and the one is my eyes, sideways not sideways so sideways or sideways says eyedoc
there is a mood of terror in the capitals of the industrialized democracies
we’ll jump off that bridge when we get there
the economic war against the industrialized democracies is not about how many soybeans the hegemons are going to buy
the economic war is not about steel or coal or aluminum
you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it shit in the woods
the economic war can only be won in the deep verticals of state capital
the Wall Street and Washington juntas will interrupt the unification of the world’s highest-performing economies
love is a sexy kind of regulatory apparatus
and when you cut off its capital and make your lover play by the rules then everybody can feel like an economic superpower
there is a mood of terror in the marketplace
should I destroy the nation-state or should I take a nap
should I destroy the foundations of our liberal democracy or should I take a nap
a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
there is a mood of terror in the center of the city
he could not decide if he wanted to take a nap or dominate the fields of artificial intelligence industrial espionage and supercomputing
we could not decide if we wanted to take a nap or dominate the field of financial derivatives
there is a mood of exhilaration among the taxpayers
the economic war is being fought one democracy at a time
there is a mood of hunger among the proletariat
you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it destroy the means of production
there is a mood of restlessness among the political elite
the economic war is being fought one reluctant consumer at a time
you can dominate the fields of artificial intelligence and industrial espionage if you cultivate a growth mindset and develop some political grit
there is a mood of fear in the industrialized democracies
the rising price of crude oil does not concern me when I am playing with a dog or a baby
it is not possible to give water to a horse who will not drink of its own accord
the parents who refuse to vaccinate their children are afraid of living and afraid of dying
they think they understand how to manage their risk
there is a mood of exasperation at the Centers for Disease Control
the rising price of crude oil does not concern me when I am lifting weights or having an orgasm
it is a mistake to believe the next economic downturn will look just like the last one
there is a mood of consternation among the bankers
it is a mistake to believe the next emotional downturn will look just like the last one
there is a mood of consternation among the lovers and the investors
earnings estimates have plummeted but sales revenues continue to reach all-time highs
this is an emotional poem that communicates feelings of consternation exhilaration exasperation terror panic remorse apathy and as such it reaffirms the justification of the continuation of our lives
there is a mood of desperation among the investors
I suspect there will be more volatility but the most important thing is that we have remained in a secular market
according to Camus the only serious philosophical question is suicide but he couldn’t see the forest of long-term spiritual profit because it was blocked by the short-term trees of existential panic
there is a mood of deregulation among the lovers
if you change something on the policy front if you and your lover make a big expenditure then decide to tighten your belts the economy will languish and we will all be back in the muddle
there is a mood of fear among the investors
I don’t think we’re heading toward a recession but if we continue on the same path then we’ll end up in a downward spiral from which we will never be able to recover
there is a mood of resignation among the investors
love is a sexy kind of regulatory apparatus that profits in the boldest of markets
I am tired of faith but I still believe that God can communicate through the broken mouth of a broken child
you are tired of faith but you still believe that God can communicate through the broken mouth of a broken child
we are tired of faith but we still believe that God can communicate through the broken mouth of a broken child
faith is a thing with feathers
there is mood of hostility among the regulators
there will be more volatility but we will welcome the short-term pain if it leads to long-term gain
there is a mood of resentment in London and on Wall Street
should I strengthen my portfolio or should I destroy the nation-state
should I pursue my blood debts or should I destroy the nation-state
should I have brunch or should I redistribute the wealth
it is a mistake to underestimate the degree to which bland word choice can undermine the effectiveness of your messaging
An email will go out today from the Committee to Restore Hoopla for Our Demoralized Workers in response to a staff survey during plague in which the overwhelming take away is that everyone thought their boss gah before the plague, holyfuck is the fucker GAH! during the plague
The Committee has commisioned a *Wow! Look at *This* Worker's Exceptional Processing of Book Orders and Removal of Ordered Books from Delivery Boxes and Getting the Books to the Metadata Librarian* digital bulletin board on the staff wiki because pitting underappreciated workers against each other to see just who IS the least appreciated a time-proven remedy for bad morale in the servants
Not only bigs can praise littles, littles can praise littles too, and littles in one department can praise littles in other departments, if this happened in your work universe you can immediately imagine which littles will be keeping score (and which littles will oil bigs)
The email announcing the upcoming email to all staff disclosed to those of us with direct reports, we've a schedule set up, each of us one nice thing to say about one of our direct reports minimum per assigned week, BUT THESE ARE TO APPEAR TO BE SPONTANEOUS AND THE SCHEDULE IS TOP SECRET!
I shit you not
The Kudos Board, as it's christened, not moderated, one must log-in and touch an app on one's phone, but no rules of behavior will be listed in the email, and the three people who would have blown up the board left the library, one of them, an acquaintance told me, in jail for his basement's unlicensed armory
Creating a board in which the implicit but unwritten rule demands I say only nice things about others is kindergarden, and so am I
If you know of what and where I speak I hope you enjoyed this enough my trust in your discretion certain
The message is: share the kibble or no more kibble for you, reducing your kibble as an exercise in Fuck You! an eternal shitlord wetdream
I just started the obvious pantoum, will or won't be here later, abandoning more here now because I love you and also found the Kids in the Hall *Hoopla* sketch, gah, gags
within twenty yards of this shrine not built by me
or this shrine, not built by me
and fifty yards from this joint I did not build
though I did build this shrine yesterday mile and a half west of the above
Mocowoods yo. All of these on Sidewinder Trail in Little Bennett. The shrine with the American flag built within weeks of the opening of Sidewinder just over two years ago. Whenever I see the flag my first thought is that some of the people building shrines in Mocowoods no doubt would find my political views as repugnant as I would find theirs as we all build shrines to trees. I have never been tempted to remove the flag (much less touch anything of another's installation). Whenever I've needed to fix an installation I've found the object at tree's bottom, knocked out of tree knot by weather. I've not seen an installation deliberately vandalized. The shrine with the flag, the antlers with flowers, both installed
months before Mocoparks installed a bench on the trail less that six
weeks ago, surely Mocoparks aware of these - and others throughout the
county now (I've installed now on every trail in Little Bennett, Black
Hills, Seneca Greenway, Seneca Bluff, Muddy Branch Greenway, Blockhouse,
Bucklodge, Rachel Carson, Rock Creek, Goldmine) - and seem chill. I think this a miracle of sorts and must fight the temptation to find hope for humans and I will be building new ones (and hopefully discovering others' installations I've not seen before) today
I dreamed two nights ago that US highway shields in Florida are not just black and white, each route number had its own designated color. I remember them from trips to Florida with my parents as an elementary aged kid, there are those who read this that can vouch about me and maps and highway shields. I asked a digital bud in Florida if they still were and he said, Huh, no, and when I think back to when I had to Gainesville and Crescent Beach a week with the mother-in-law each summer twenty or more years later I looked for but only saw one, as in a singular one, Route 1's red in Bunnell, but they did exist once!
To get to the property we just bought in Michigan the fastest route is 23 north from Toledo to Ann Arbor, I can vouch. We were on 301 in Maryland the day I got my second shot and we drove to the Prince George's County Park on the Patuxent River. 301 ends in Fart Delaware. 19 ends in Erie Pennsylvania. 29 is the carotid artery of East Moco, ends ignominiously at Maryland 99 insultingly five miles west of Baltimore. 41 ends in Cooper Harbor Michigan, the Upper Penisulas northern most point into Lake Superior though I've only driven on it in Chicago Illinois. 1 is 1, and when you leave Mt Desert Island you necessary must drive 1. Earthgirl and I hiked Sky Meadow Tuesday, you can't get to Sky Meadow without 17, ten miles east of it's end in Winchester Virginia. Never been on 27, 90, 92, 98, 129, 192, 221, 231, 319, 331, or 441
US Route 41, which starts in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, terminates further east in Florida than US Route 1, which starts in Fort Kent Maine at the Quebec border, 1250 miles apart east to west via the Trans-Canada Highway, which I have not yet driven
Reminder that 355 was 240 before 70S changed US 240 to MD 355. It deserved at worse a two-digit designation when demoted from the second branch route of US 40, and stranger, US 140 was renumbered MD 140, 240 is a better route number than 355. 9 was available, as was 37, 44, 48, 52, 54, 61, 69, 83, 87, and 89 (I understand not using available 70s and 90s because interstates 70S and 95). Three digit state route numbers for third tier state routes, 355 an insult. When eight years old I posted route numbers on telephone poles in the residential streets of Deer Park, Gaithersburg, Rolling was 1, Woodland 2, Hutton 3, Oakton 4, Tulip 5, Gaither 10, Dogwood 20, Peony 100, Holly 200. Yes I changed my twitter avatar and banner, I am banned from changing format here, and yes Earthgirl bought me dozens of new objects for tree knob installations, we'll drive US 240 to today's hike
