It takes their breath away

poor georgie’s almanack: 

Many older people see the Green New Deal as an attack on their portfolios, and for some an attack on their livelihoods.  

More younger people see it as an attack on their lives.

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After two weeks of trying inept internet solutions for flu-like symptoms I went to my family doctor who immediately diagnosed the problem.  

I am Autodidactic.

Clogged Arteries

poor georgie’s 30-second science almanack.

“Nature’s Metropolis,” by William Cronon, clearly shows how persons and cities grow, communicate, eat up resources (the fat of the land), and expel waste the same ways. 

And when their arteries get clogged, the heart of each city dies.

SIC EM

poor georgie’s 30-second science almanack:  

In your guts, bones and your skins, billions of complicated cells are communicating with their neighbors. 

If could listen to them, you'd would hear things like, “Hey, let's get together and destroy those disease cells over there.” 

Congressional static?

poor poor georgie’s 60-second science almanack.

Your radio’s static wasn’t today’s congressional hearing. 

Some of it is ‘cosmic background radiation’ and is older than the committee members. 

It’s about the oldest and coldest stuff left over from The Big Bang 14 billion years ago.

At your service

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This almanack service lets you judge my puns for yourself.  

It is not outside the box to think that, through no fault of their own, tennis players and tech have furiously slammed forward. 

I judge that is what produced grand net gains in TV revenues. 

FYI: Let – a serve is called a let when the ball hits the net cord but still lands in the service court. 

Such a serve is not considered a fault and the server may repeat the service attempt. 

A ball that hits the net cord but lands outside the service box is still a fault.

My on the air “hick-up.”

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I had to work my way through the U of Iowa Journalism School. 

All newscasts on school’s AM and FM stations were done by Radio-TV majors just for the experience.  But, the late night news shows paid a few precious dollars.  The neophyte broadcasters couldn't care less and the powers-that-be didn't care that I was not taking broadcasting courses.  They had air time to fill.

So, with no training, I suddenly was reading news on-air two or three times a week.  Alas, I quickly made two really big boo-boos.  One was relevant to today’s announcement that John Hickenlooper, the former Colorado Governor is running for President.  

I proved that you could take the boy out of the big city and put him into farm country, but you can’t take the big city out of the boy.  At that time, the senior US Senator from Iowa was named Bourke Hickenlooper.  

I was reading newswire copy and heard myself saying Hick Burkenlooper.  “HICK” in rural Iowa!  I figured I was toast.  

Apparently none of the real broadcasters were listening and I wasn’t canned. 

Then, a few nights later I read an item about a new space port at a Florida Cape that, unbelievably, I called “Can Of Venereal.”  Still no reactions from people who were supposed to be monitoring me.  

The news gig lasted for many months.  Maybe the on-the-job training worked.  More likely, the managers continued to be desperate.