Boats and ships scare me. That dates back to a particularly difficult English Channel crossing in the 1960s, when my dad thought it’d be cool to take the train to Dover from London, then the Dover/Calais ferry, and the train to Paris.
[content warning: bare buttocks]
I don’t like the term “genius” because it appears to be vaguely-defined and it’s often tied to that most horrible mishmash of bad thinking known as IQ.
When I first moved up to the farm, the internet options were satellite or dial-up. I tried satellite but it was so bad I reverted to dial-up. That was around 2002.
Back in the day, the church could send its minions forth to rend and suppress books, shred their authors, and do battle against entire philosophies.
Somewhere in the distant future, in the deep reaches of the galaxy, the distant descendants of an uplifted species may wonder if they were created by gods, or if they’re basically a cosmic accident.
Once the disaster was underway there wasn’t anything that could stop the consequences. Unfortunately, I’ve seen buildings with lead paint burn, and that weird glabrous smoke was immediately recognizable.
There was a whole lot of it.
Saturday, we picked up our rental car and headed down the Pacific Coast Highway toward Monterey. It was pretty foggy; for her first week in California Anna got no day without constant drizzle.
Coming in to Luxembourg, the pilot said that the airport was queueing incoming flights because of dense fog; we spent 30 minutes orbiting the airport then did a “failed approach” landing attempt, circled some more and finally landed.
Andrew M emailed me with a strange factoid.
Everyone here is very nice.