Saturn’s day. And no constitutional in the park. Dihydrogen oxide falleth from the sky. I had to make do with a spin on the stationary bicycle in my study
Thought: if a velocipede is (among other things) a bicycle, is a stationary bicycle a restipede? Or what?
It is not per se that I dislike walking in rain. At least so long as it is not driving and upsetting. But I do rather dislike the soakage of the lower extremities, necessitating an exchange of garments and a period of unwetting. Dewetting?
I have commented previously that there are times when I am glad to be senior, mostly along two azimuth: that I won’t survive long enough for some emerging (?) threat to discorporate me; or that I have no desire to adapt to some emerging (? again) social condition. The former fits a case I observed earlier this week in an article [Link] about the Yankee government’s NASA prediction of climate conditions end of century. I especially liked a couple of graphics:
It seem where I reside, Greater Metropolitan Arab, will have maximum temperatures of 35-45 degC in 2100 CE. Let’s see, F = 9/5 C + 32 = 95-113 degF. All we’re doing now is upper 90’s degF and we get almost to 10 degF in winter. Big change.
Hopefully the politicofacsist denialists will enjoy. No wonder they keep cutting the science budget. They want the nerds to shut up and let them stew in their bribes.
Well, I survived the expedition to Nawth Alibam’s Shining City on the Hill with only slight challenges. The most stressing was some fellow in one of those small pickup trucks – the kind you can’t transport plywood in – that I juxtaposed wiith here in Arab and had to endure all the way into Hunstville. He was one of those exasperating drivers who wanders back and forth across the lanes in a seemingly random fashion and who would get in front of you, slow down to under the speed limit, and then once you managed to get around him, speed up to wreck speed, dash in front of you, and repeat the cycle.
This fellow put me in mind of Athenian democracy where there were no minority rights and rather few laws. I suspect that he is one of those people who would be brought up before the bar for his driving and be given either a death sentence or exile. For life.
On a happier note, it seems that the climate denilists have now sealed the doom, at least economically of Alibam. [Link] With the melting of the Antarctic ice sheet, the city of Mobile is fated, I fear, to be history, as well as all of the developed property of the Alibam gulf coast. So much for our politicians and their pro-capitalism stance. And given that this has made the news, the only people who will buy any of that property are likely other repulsians who either don’t read or are too denialist not to have to carry through.
We can only hope this will be deep enough to also flood the Capital. Purely as an object lesson, of course. Not that I think politicians can benefit from object lessons. Or any kind of lesson.
And on the down side all the superstitionist haggis-heads will come out on boxes proclaiming the end-of-days while quite ignoring that this was caused by human stupidity. Sometimes I think the species should have been called homo cupiditas.
Back to week in. Good session at gym. I missed the rain, which occurred after I arrived and ceased – temporarily – before I exited. There were not too many weight bounders although a couple of rather bullyishness and the podcast episode, one of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas” dealing with the battle of York, was adequate if a bit thin. The context, as is usual with this podcast, is more than a bit sob sister and shy of historical depth and breadth. More was made of the eccentricities than the dynamics. But it was a diverting almost-hour away from the tedium of exercise.
I am still not back up to speed and have not had time to acquaint myself with external events, which based on the viewing with FD SCP of the weekend news programs, are somewhere between nonexistent and banal. The similarity to the period preceding the War to Make the World Safe for Democracy continues. As does the grrr brrr that has been expected about the climate change exterminating humanity. But the denialists still persist in Amerikan governance. So if we are doomed, why blather?
The weather beavers are mongering a last (??????) cold snap and freeze this week. Amazing how humans can ignore science and bend observation to their own purposes.
I had occasion, while on my morning constitutional at the park, to contemplate the climate of Alibam, Nawth Alibam in particular, and therefrom, society. Summer in Alibam is nasty and beastly, moderate heat but coupled with tangible humidity. As a result the intelligent are indolent in the summer and the bogs generally kill themselves off although not, unfortunately, before they have bred, so while this does tend to keep the population somewhat controlled, it does almost nothing for the quality of the gene pool.
The rest of the year is moderately nice, a secret that we try to hide from the rest of the Yankee republic. After all, it is bad enough that we have to suffer with the Yankee Army of Occupation in the wake of the recent second rebellion without the added insult of Yankee bogs clogging our land with alien stupidity. Thank you, but our domestic stupidity is quite depraved enough.
The worst of our domestics are confined, much of the year, to state capitals where they are put to the theatrical labor of enacting laws. This serves as a general source of amusement for the intelligent and diversion for the bogs, thus keeping them from intruding on matters of import and utility. It also serves as another form of camouflage to hide the goodness of the state from the rest of the republic while providing their bogs with red herrings to rant and foam about.
The rest of the year is quite clement. The fall is quite comfortable and has the alloyed blessing that the bairns are back in schule where they will be subjected to anything but education. This assures that the bogs are unable to comprehend anything of merit or worth. It has the advantage of keeping them out of the way most of the day but does have the disadvantage of the annoyance of organized athletics culminating in high schule and party schule college football. This latter does have the advantage of demonstrating some of the advantages of dogs over bogs in that the latter are not only cleaner and more loyal and affectionate than bogs they also do not engage in gratuitous and wasteful team athletics of abysmal quality and competence.
The winter is characterized by annoying periods of ice and occasional snow, mostly cause of concern because of the incompetence of building contractors who all flunked out of party schule colleges if not high schule itself. This is a necessary evil since importing competent builders from the Nawth would not only be a major security risk but also put large numbers of otherwise unemployable bogs out of work, forcing them to become professional methamphetamine cookers and hence threaten the status quo of fire insurance premiums. It would offer the possibility of improving the financial lot of dentists except that meth cookers do not visit dentists. Otherwise winter is enjoyable since it concentrates bog team athletics into confined spaces where its intrusion on neuronorms is minimized.
Spring is a mixed season. It is quite comfortable except for the intrusion of tornadoes. These storms are a mixed bag. Their occurrence does have some geographic patterns that are generally heeded by the intelligent. The bogs gleefully reside in these areas thinking they have obtained a financial victory on land costs. The storms also have the advantage of providing a source of propaganda to deter immigration from other parts of the Yankee republic, at least so long as the factories that produce pink foam hair “rollers” are maintained. Obese subjects for the Yankee journalists to “interview” are also no problem so long as the fast food “restaurants” can be maintained. The stupidity is evidently natural. At least we have not yet been able to find a cure. And it does permit us to reduce the costs of public schules.
So summer is something to be endured. At least until the project to develop suspended animation is successful and we can skip over the parts of the year when the climate is unpleasant. Except for those few who have to stay awake to assure that the bogs don’t get into improper mischief. AT least until we can figure out how to breed slightly more intelligent dogs.
It’s ice cream day and I didn’t need it during my morning constitutional. I rather hate it when it’s hot before the sun rises.
On which azimuth, Chinese researchers have unearthed the skeleton of the oldest primate, [Link] Archicebus Achilles.
The beastie was about 55 MYA and was about the (body) size of a mouse. One more thing for the religionists to marvel at during pseudo-shabbat services.
Meanwhile, the administration’s direction that all refereed articles paid for by Yankee government money have to be publicly available has finally bashed the crania of some capitalist journal publishers. [Link] I personally would have liked a bit more use of truncheons but if they give on this maybe their overweening prices will be next?
Next, a report from U Waterloo [Link] indicates that flourocarbons rather than carbon dioxide are responsible for global climate change. This bears watching. It may substantiate – again – that correlation (or consensus in this case) is not causation.
Two day, and the gum was relatively deserted. Must be getting close enough to summer for the denials to mount up. Science podcasts today and aside from a rather extended discussion of dark energy on one of the NPR ‘casts, not particularly sticky. So unsticky in fact that I find myself at a loss to offer comments on anything.
Except a rather naive segment on a road show aimed at exposing high shule students to climate change. The come-on is that climate change isn’t taught in public shules. Thud. Flat.
Why isn’t it taught? Probably for the same reason that evolution isn’t and mysticism is. Political pressure. It isn’t on the tests because politicians don’t want it on them. It’s one more symptom of what is wrong with the shules and our country.
But the question I want answered is why was the presentation permitted? Are there still rebels out there?
Beautiful! I do love a good fog and this one was/is bonnie. At about 0400 this morning the visibility in Scant City was about 0.25 km, estimated from headlamp beam spread and street lamp halos. It was a nice middling fog. The water accumulating on the windscreen was minimal, almost so little as to make the wiper blades squeek.
Once inside the gym, the bag was mixed, just like outside. There was a strange courtesy among and from the educationalists but the podcast, an episode of CBC’s “Quirks and Quarks” was vapid. The most engaging bit was about a newly discovered rat with only incisors that eats worms. Sadly, no elaboration on what type of worms.
Along that azimuth, I chanced upon an article about work at Royal Holloway U and a couple of spear holder shules that indicates the Clovis society (culture? maybe) of Nawth America was not eradicated by a comet (meteorite?) fall. The principal digger proclaimed the absence of relevant impact crater or impact debris.
Ever since the Alvarezes, pater et fils, advanced the extinction of the dinosaurs (except their descendants) due to one (two?) meteorite (comet?) strikes, it has become fashionable to explain all sorts of population fluctuations by astronomical intervention. Quite frankly the whole thing requires a great deal of effort and it has never been all that engaging for me. My principal interest in the matter is to get a reliable estimate of the mean time between “extinction” strikes so an estimate may be made of the effort that needs to be expended to provide reasonable assurance of human continuance.
Not that any government or large organization is going to do anywhere near that amount of effort. Especially in Amerika. After all, just look at our inability to do anything about climate change. Like get past the terrorists who deny it.
But come to think of it, freezing is a better way to die than baking.