The Far Side

Apparently it takes Gary Larson publishing His_Very_Own_Webpage (and my discovering it) to get me to post again. Really must restart, and this is a good one to go with.

He and Bill Watterson, with Calvin and Hobbes, are neck and neck for top living cartoonist (I may be missing many).

My wife gave me a great present some while back, a 2-tome complete set of Larson (it must weigh 25 pounds!) and I’ve done a similar thing with Watterson for her. Anyway, digitising (scanning, photographing them?) them has been on my back burners a looong time. Larson has saved me the effort, not to mention the moral quandaries of sharing, &c. by making his own publishing outlet. Maybe they (Bill and Gary) know each other, and Gary can bamboozle him into doing the same… .

Enjoy the Larson.

Living dangerously now, here is today’s “Daily Dose”:

18.Dec.19, https://www.thefarside.com/

Telegraph Road

The song that has launched innumerable #phototunes. Or so it seems to me; I’ve lost count of the times I’ve shared versions this song with a (hopefully) apropos photograph. Some #phototunes are better than others, and some songs require multiple tries… .

In this case, I present you with a gift #phototune presented by Greg Kerr and based on my submission for “road” in the last photo Scavenger Hunt. Thanks for the connection and youtube link to this version, Greg.

Powerline road

Ligeti: Devil’s Staircase

Random percussionist post. 1

I do love the piano for being the most versatile and tonally rich, rivaling if not surpassing any rocker’s drum kit. Echoes Saliere, haha


Anyway, just watch this guy acrobatically get after a rather demanding Ligeti piece, “<i>Devil’s Staircase</i>”. Go for the ffffff, lol

1 Or it was.
random, that is. I found it in queue 250919.
and again 20191017
just press publish.

I probably had some #phototune (s) in mind, perhaps a shot from the Waldo, NM area, and the so-called ‘Devil’s Throne’ between there and Cerrillos.

Tecumseh says…

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”

— Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Nation

Lewis Thomas on Language

“Language is simply alive, like an organism. We all tell each other this, in fact, when we speak of living languages, and I think we mean something more than an abstract metaphor. We mean alive. Words are the cells of language, moving the great body, on legs. Language grows and evolves, leaving fossils behind. The individual words are like different species of animals. Mutations occur. Words fuse, and then mate. Hybrid words and wild varieties or compound words are the progeny. Some mixed words are dominated by one parent while the other is recessive. The way a word is used this year is its phenotype, but it has deeply immutable meanings, often hidden, which is its genotype…. The separate languages of the Indo-European family were at one time, perhaps five thousand years ago, maybe much longer, a single language. The separation of the speakers by migrations had effects on language comparable to the speciation observed by Darwin on various islands of the Galapagos. Languages became different species, retaining enough resemblance to an original ancestor so that the family resemblance can still be seen. ”

— Lewis Thomas in “Living Language,” The Lives of a Cell: Notes of a Biology Watcher, Viking (1974)

Fiery sky

Fire season is back in the Southwest. Between the wildfires and prescribed burns going on this Solstice — Happy Solstice! — there is a lot of smoke in the air. We’re presently getting it from the fires East of Phoenix.

sunset

On my way home from dog training with Bonnie yesterday, we had to stop and look for geocaches and in places where photos were possible 😉

Sunset on Rinconada Trail
Rinconada Trailhead
Petroglyph National Monument
Smoky sunset
NW Unser Blvd.

May skies

Leave it to the skyscapes to get me motivated to post again. We’ve had some great early storm clouds this year, bringing agua (es la vida!) del cielo, crepuscular rays, and my favorite kind of light, stormlight.

We’ve had an unusually cool and moist Spring here; it feels almost like Autumn some days — yesterday 20/5 and today with highs in the 60s, a good 15-20 dF below normal. It’s great! If the Earth wants to make New Mexico more like Morelos, I shan’t complain, haha…

…with the possible exception of the active volcanoes.

Volcanoes, virga, and crepuscular rays
Another day, another sweeping front.
This one brought stormlit clouds and rain
The front generated rainbows as it swept by 🙂
Cumulonimbus massif
This cloud massif made a great show, but didn’t do anything here — it appears to have gotten Tso’odzil and the Pueblos West, though…