Probably

 

nov 29, 2020

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 Probably.

 Stick with me for the next few seconds and you probably will be right.

There actually are people who know about "things."  

Some of the really smart ones say no “thing” is a “thing” until you can measure it.  

They, and equally smart "thing" people, say no “thing” is real because when you measure it you really are measuring the probability that it is real.  Sure, they say, the Sun will rise in the morning because it has for millions of years.  So the Sun is real. 

But, the realist has a teacher who says, "It depends on how you measure it.  When and where you measure it.  Even why you measure it." 

For instance, those satellites high above us see “things” differently than we see “things.”  So their reports to our GPS are adjusted so we can know where we probably are, or are going, or have been.  

This is no small “thing.”  Human time is different in space.  That astronaut who spent the year in space no longer is the same age as his twin brother who stayed on earth.  

So try to remember some of this when your friend, or former friend, is talking about the election.  

S/He may be right.  The probability is that Biden won.  The probability is that the Sun will rise.  

But, who knows, the Sun may not rise tomorrow morning.  

Because, someday it probably won't. 

To jail or not to jail, it is the roll of the dice

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Re:  Trump.  

“It’s the office of the Presidency that’s keeping him from prison and  the poorhouse,” Timothy Snyder, a history professor at Yale who studies authoritarianism, told a New Yorker reporter.

WHAT THE DICKENS

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Published in 1879 … but it could have been about the first ten months of 2020

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”― Charles Dickens

Wednesday

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Repeating what I said before.  

Since the first day of isolation every day is Wednesday.

Enabler's pride!

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The enabler’s pride!
He lied.  200,000 died.

west coast fire report

LIFE and ?

Checking in on several West Coast friends and relatives.

One comments on a fortuitous wind change.

Another says ... 

 

Wednesday was like Nuclear Winter.  Apocalypse.  

Thursday is worse because the dust is settling to ground level.

Friday?  Who the hell knows? 

We are looking into alternatives to breathing.

Will keep you posted.”

Two days later.  No word.

pandemic isolation

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Pandemic isolation in my cozy nest. 

Today is Wednesday. 

I have a long list of projects.  

None are in progress. 

They can wait because every day is Wednesday. 

My calendar shows no plans for Wednesday. 

Or tomorrow, which of course also is Wednesday.