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I saw this on the chalkboard at Whole Foods today:
I was indeed saddened by the news of the death of the last Ramone. They were a big favorite of mine during my teen years, for their humor as much as for their music. While I can’t say that I’ve listened to them much in recent years, it’s just sad that the world no longer has any Ramones at all.
As a follow-up to a previous post: TIME has posted a video summarizing their conclusions about food in general and fat in particular. It’s worth watching.
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Not far from our house is the Boulder Municipal Airport. It’s a tiny airfield which mostly serves gliders and other small, private craft. During the flood last fall, it became the base of operations for the aerial rescues performed by helicopter. We didn’t know this at the time, but, being long-time admirers of flying vehicles, Tracie and I enjoyed seeing Blackhawk and Chinook helicopters flying in the area (despite the unfortunate reason for their presence).
Recently, the city of Boulder officially thanked the personnel for their efforts, at the biennial Airport Day open house. I jumped at the opportunity to see such aircraft up close and take some snapshots. I certainly never would have guessed that I’d ever see the dashboard of a Blackhawk from the pilot’s perspective. There were also a number of vintage WWII airplanes and other stuff on display, but it was pretty hot out there on the tarmac so I spent most of my time around the helicopters.
All I can do right now is laugh. Well, laugh and write this post, I guess.
It has just come to my attention that mainstream media has caught up with the news that eating fat is not bad for us after all. The current TIME Magazine’s cover bears a succinct directive: Eat Butter. The cover story (which I have not read) is titled Ending the War on Fat. None of this particularly comes as a surprise to me since, just shy of two years ago, Tracie and I switched to a paleo-based philosophy of eating after her investigations convinced her it was a better approach than the high-carb/whole-grain/low-fat party line we’ve all been fed for decades. Since then, the evidence has only mounted that fat is not bad for us–in fact, it’s necessary and essential.
If you follow me on Twitter (either directly or via the sidebar on this blog), you’ve probably seen my “Sunday morning” photos. They’re snapshots of the back deck (usually), taken every Sunday morning (usually), and usually involve flowers. I think I’ve been taking them for about a year or so. I never had any particular reason for taking them; mostly they’ve been an excuse to play with the filters in various iOS photo apps. Maybe they’ve also served as a sort of anchor of regularity, a moment or two of tranquility every week despite whatever else is going on.
Wow, time flies. I could offer a lengthy explanation of why I haven’t managed to post anything for four months, but it’s actually a pretty short story. First, I’ve been working a lot–“a lot” as in 6-7 days a week since mid-December. I’ll have more to say about that project soon; it’s the Audio Damage sequencer which we showed at the Trash Audio meet recently. Second, most of March and some of April became devoted to caring for ailing cats. That in itself is a long story which frankly I’m just not inclined to write up. Let it suffice to say that instead of taking our customary spring vacation in Japan, we spent a week making twice-daily visits to one of our cats at the specialty hospital while he recovered from a life-saving surgery, then several more weeks of helping him recover at home, followed by another week of helping a different cat recover from dental work. No, it wasn’t fun; yes, it was very expensive. But our cats are our family, so (as the saying goes) whaddya gonna do?
Anyway, this is all a roundabout way of saying that I’ve got some posts planned for the near future (say over the next week or so, realistically). The first one will be snapshots from the Trash Audio meet.
A phenomenon which has long fascinated me are visions of the future from the past. Since we’re now well into the second decade of the 21st century, we’re living in what has been considered the future for, well, all time up until now, I suppose. More to the point, though, when I was a kid–which was squarely in the time of the Apollo space missions–there was a good deal of speculation about what the future might hold, and it was entirely implicit that anything after the year 2000 was definitely the future. So, now that we’re living in what used to be the future, it’s interesting to look back at what we used to consider futuristic. The 1939 World’s Fair is possibly my favorite example, but obviously any number of science-fiction books and films are also artifacts of speculation. The film 2001: A Space Odyssey was possibly the most influential on me since I saw it at a somewhat tender age and it was (I think) the first sci-fi film I ever saw. (In fact, the first time I was taken to it–by my parents, at a drive-in, when it first came out–was too tender an age. The opening scenes of early humans frightened me so badly that my parents had to take me home.)