I’ve been following this weekend’s outrage of the native American who was mocked and generally insulted while chanting a song of healing in the National Mall of Washington, D.C., this past Friday. While much ink has been spilled and many pixels sacrificed in explaining the many variations of this incident, there’s one aspect that cuts me right to my core: the smirk.
So I’m back to school again, this time for a long-term adventure. My first semester of a Graduate Program in “Instructional Design and Technology” at our local George Mason University starts Tuesday January 22. This will be a big leap for me.
So we survived another year and made it into 2019. All things considered, I think this deserves a little celebration.
One of the reasons I don’t post here much is because I’m writing in several other venues. Facebook, regrettably, occupies a lot of my otherwise available writing time. I periodically post to my account on Daily Kos or comment on other people’s posts. But a new writing venue (for me) is the site Quora.
So we’re having our first snow for Winter 2018 – 2019. Not too much; the snow just lightly blankets the grass and covers the roofs. But schools are all closed, roads are snarled, and normally-bustling offices are half-empty. All for a little snow.
And now, just like that, the snow stopped. Life goes on.
So the other day a ceiling fell on me. It wasn’t much of a ceiling, as ceilings go. Only about a four-foot by five foot section of wet drywall and sixty year-old very wet rock-wool insulation. And the ceiling didn’t fall very far before it hit me as I was already standing on a chair, using both hands to hold it up while desperately looking for something else for support instead of me on a chair. But it did fall on me and now I understand “sky-is-falling” from a very personal experience.
It gave me a different perspective on life in general though. I discovered than once you’ve had a ceiling fall on you, the rest of the week is a lot better.
Winnie and I have worked home improvement projects since we moved to our home in Northern Virginia. At this point, over the eleven-plus years we’ve lived here we’ve remodeled every room in the house except for the bonus room over the garage, which we’re presently working. Although we’ve already remodeled all three baths the one thing we didn’t do was replace toilets, on the basis that the toilets were mostly doing what they were designed to do so leave them alone.
This changed on Saturday.
So this is a thing. There’s apparently a device, called the Pink Luminous Breast, which is like a high-tech flashlight used as a medical device. When a woman presses it against her skin, a red LED light illuminates the inside of her breast tissue and provides a warning of possible breast cancer. However, a Chinese woman inventor who’s apparently into the “Cyberpunk” scene has re-engineered this do-it-yourself medical device into a wearable cyberpunk-styled transillumination strobe gadget that allows her to walk around in public with glowing red breasts.
I can’t believe this story hasn’t already made headline news in papers all around the world.
My regular readers (at least three) may have noticed some changes to this humble piece of cyberspace over the past few months. Well, that would be because I have tinkered around making, what are hopefully, improvements to this site.
Latest Right-Wing Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez Attack: Her Apartment
So I was perusing my Facebook Page (secret nasty vice) and stumbled upon the latest right-wing attack on Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC); her choice of apartment in Washington DC.
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