In My Head

Sandhill Crane paradise! AKA the Sulphur Springs Valley where a brilliant number of them (approximately 35,000) spend the winter.

At the Whitewater Draw alone, there were 22,000 this past winter.

Jenny (not to be confused with Jen BUT I think she was there too) and I went there, a few years or so back, after visiting Bisbee. It was tremendous and astounding as all hell, to say the very least!

Dunno why but they’re on my mind this morning. Could be, I’m sick of being stuck in bed, needing spotters anytime I want to go ANYwhere. I want to travel now. Of course, Arizona in the summer is NOT a good idea for heat/sweat averse people such as myself.
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There is no god.

How do I know? You’ll remember, please, that I’m doing a shit-ton of rehab exercises every damn day. As long as I have to do all this, THREE times EVERY fucking day, no less—these tortuous maneuvers should be fun, RIGHT?

They’re not. Hence, no god.

I DO want to walk again but shouldn’t rehabbing be, at the very least, thrilling in some small way? Spinning on my elliptical is some cool action—why can’t that be sufficient unto itself? This is motherfucking HARD WORK!

I’m sweating here. I HATE sweating (which I may have already mentioned)!
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First launch from Cape Canaveral, July 1950

Imagine a world where people of all ages, all backgrounds from anywhere, of any gender, or any ethnicity have equal access to space. And they will in turn, I think inspire us back here on Earth.
~ Richard Branson

Somehow, Richard Branson in suborbital flight doesn’t fill me with wonder.
~ Charles Pierce

Branson wants everyone to be able to fly into space—everyone who can pay his mondo price tag that is.

How about we start with everyone having affordable housing and healthcare. Then let’s add nonpartisan, solid education and healthy food to the list.
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Subtitles—who the bloody fuck’s in charge of this shite? Jen and I are re-watching Star Trek: Discovery from the beginning. I totally forgot how massively impossible it is to read approximately half the text. Why? Apparently the folks in the Captioning Department are in love with Malevich’s painting White on White. Seriously. Could they not either put the copy in yellow or orange OR outline the characters in black? Hey, here’s an idea—when the bottom of the screen is white or close to, move the caption up to the top or any darker area of the screen. Sheesh, this ain’t rocket science!

Well, that’s it for me this Monday morn. It’s time to get dressed and ready for Physical Therapy. Joy!