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Of Recyling & Hospital Bombings
Oct. 18th, 2023 10:11 amManaged to stay away from DUH NEWS yesterday.
Mostly.
Did the five-mile loop over the Walkway down into Highland Village and back. Trees seem to have accelerated their color-changing:
Continued putting my garden plots to sleep. The Big Dilemma: Do I dig up the canna lily bulbs in the pollinator garden?
I think I won’t. There are simply scores of canna lily patches in late summer around here, and I can’t imagine they all get dug up.
In the evening, I got some whimsical news:
The Whole Earth Catalog and all its various spinoffs are finally online—for free-ee-ee-eeeeeeee!!!
I wrote extensively for the Catalog. And the very first piece I ever published under my own byline in 1993 was in the Whole Earth Review. (Birthtales! Some of you have already read it.) I got the cover!!! Jon Carroll was my editor.
Yeah, yeah. It is an absolutely hideous cover. Presentation was never Whole Earth’s strong point.
Still.
Now my place as a minor footnote to 20th Century history is absolutely assured!!!!!!!
The Catalog sold well over 2.5 million copies and had an absolutely phenomenal pass-along since we little Earth hippies invented recycling.
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This morning I allowed myself one half-hour of Current Events Porn.
The big news is that Bad People bombed a hospital in Gaza City, killing more than 500.
The Israelis are denying culpability, blaming Hamas rockets. They have wiretaps of jihadists on the ground to back them up. Of course, in the era of the Deep Fake, audio tapes mean absolutely nothing.
Still, I’m inclined to believe them.
Politically, Hamas had the most to gain from a hospital explosion, as evidenced by tens of thousands of chanting protestors last night in Jordan, Lebanon, Yemen, Iraq, Iran, Syria, Egypt, Pakistan, and other parts of the Middle East.
###
But I also see that in the West, at least, attention spans are already waning.
Brittney Spears’ upcoming memoir is snaring at least as many headlines as war in the Middle East.
So, who fuckin’ knows what’s really happening?
Except that the boys keep throwing those stones, and the frogs keep dying.
Mostly.
Did the five-mile loop over the Walkway down into Highland Village and back. Trees seem to have accelerated their color-changing:
Continued putting my garden plots to sleep. The Big Dilemma: Do I dig up the canna lily bulbs in the pollinator garden?
I think I won’t. There are simply scores of canna lily patches in late summer around here, and I can’t imagine they all get dug up.
In the evening, I got some whimsical news:
The Whole Earth Catalog and all its various spinoffs are finally online—for free-ee-ee-eeeeeeee!!!
I wrote extensively for the Catalog. And the very first piece I ever published under my own byline in 1993 was in the Whole Earth Review. (Birthtales! Some of you have already read it.) I got the cover!!! Jon Carroll was my editor.
Yeah, yeah. It is an absolutely hideous cover. Presentation was never Whole Earth’s strong point.
Still.
Now my place as a minor footnote to 20th Century history is absolutely assured!!!!!!!
The Catalog sold well over 2.5 million copies and had an absolutely phenomenal pass-along since we little Earth hippies invented recycling.
###
This morning I allowed myself one half-hour of Current Events Porn.
The big news is that Bad People bombed a hospital in Gaza City, killing more than 500.
The Israelis are denying culpability, blaming Hamas rockets. They have wiretaps of jihadists on the ground to back them up. Of course, in the era of the Deep Fake, audio tapes mean absolutely nothing.
Still, I’m inclined to believe them.
Politically, Hamas had the most to gain from a hospital explosion, as evidenced by tens of thousands of chanting protestors last night in Jordan, Lebanon, Yemen, Iraq, Iran, Syria, Egypt, Pakistan, and other parts of the Middle East.
###
But I also see that in the West, at least, attention spans are already waning.
Brittney Spears’ upcoming memoir is snaring at least as many headlines as war in the Middle East.
So, who fuckin’ knows what’s really happening?
Except that the boys keep throwing those stones, and the frogs keep dying.
