Day 20. The Too Many Adjectives Moon, a.k.a. that time I stood on the balcony for a while and just barely managed not to yell "WHY AREN'T YOU FOOLS LOOKING AT THE MOON?" at passersby. https://www.flickr.com/photos/eldan/albums/72157705931669315
Joking aside, yay unexpectedly clear night. I wasn't expecting to be able to see much from Seattle in January.
OMG the predictions of doom are true! The Too Many Adjectives Moon appears to have... DDOSed space.com
"Super Blood Wolf Moon" sounds like a badly-translated anime title
"The most Gen X thing ever just happened."
"Oh! You mean the surviving members of Stone Temple Pilots, Soundgarden AND Nirvana are playing a show?"
"Someone made a nostalgic roleplaying game where you get to play latchkey kids riding everywhere on bikes?"
"Henry Rollins yelled at someone?"
GDPR pushed the New York Times to drop behavioral targeting of ads on "European pages" [I suppose they mean European pageviews?], which has cost them the astonishing sum of... nothing. https://digiday.com/media/new-york-times-gdpr-cut-off-ad-exchanges-europe-ad-revenue/
I'm only disappointed that that article failed to ask what behavioral targeting is ever good for, and why NYT still uses it anywhere.
Lichens are even more complicated than I had realised: https://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2019/01/how-lichens-explain-and-re-explain-world/580681/
"The bleating was remarkable – loud and sharp, the practiced bleat of a person who knew how harsh real sheep can sound. The professor, flustered, stumbled back. Le Guin took that as her cue, grabbed my arm and said, ‘Let’s go.’"
I've been thinking about this essay for days. It is wonderful.
"Frog," Matsumoto Hoji, 1814
I just learned that there is a boat shuttle service in Santa Barbara called “Lil' Toot” and she's the cutest boat ever
To be frank, the way that the reporter from the Daily Dot wrote reminds me of the accounts that European colonizers had when they first visited parts of Northern Africa.
It was in the lens of their initial encounters in reflection of how they lived but positioning it to be infinitely lesser than their lifestyle. Also the need to slightly glamorize the people who worked "nicely" with them or figures with authority / visibility while dismissing everyone else smells a lot.
Day 18. My last evening in 🇭🇹 (was actually Wednesday, but with a long travel day yesterday I'm still catching up with myself)
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The one I'm meditating on in reflection of her passing is:
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.