One year ago today: February 9, 2018, stand by.
I'll get you today's song list.
Five years ago today: February 9, 2014, remember zzbrenkzz?
Nine years ago today: February 9, 2010, bicycle patterns . . .
Random years ago today: February 9, 2011, Wal*mart rules have changed.
Chicken. After a while, you learn how to cook it with spices and nothing else. That’s your food mention this time, I made a small tray of my favorite skinless thighs, with paprika. My diet allows two per day and yes, two are already missing. Dang feral cats. This is for the upcoming week, as I tackle the finishing touches on the front bedroom. Checking inventory, it looks like I scored some real quality paint and glue this time around. I’m going to paint one wall jet black. I picked up a nearly full can which later priced out at $81 per gallon. Painting one room two colors doesn’t make sense to a lot of people who are not photographers.
I clicked on the DVD “Luther” and I highly recommend it as a good history lesson. It is impossible to look into the practices of the day without appearing to criticize the Church. For those unfamiliar with the protocol, the capitalized word Church refers to the Catholic Church. It is easy to forget that going into the clergy was a career choice at the time. There was no middle class for most of European history. Nor any education system, nor many books for that matter. I’m always been uncomfortable with how the Church, for most of its time, kept a firm grip on education. Even when I attended university as a teenager, there was pressure to take courses in religion. But not in atheism. Separation of church and state should be extended to church and school.
Anyway, as I drove past last month, the property has finally been turned into eye-sore condos. They sell at prices the locals cannot afford so it is primarily supported by the nearby casinos. The palm tree in the photo was just a baby when I moved in. It shot up ten feet high in the few years I fed and watered it. Shown here it was the last of the last, because they had to inspect it from my description of the spiral staircase. As it happened they found the kitchen had been insulated with asbestos and it required further delays getting the permit to raze that. But this is the kind of thing that happens when you try to shaft me for $1,250.
Private Syrian "night club".
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Still working on the house, I watched “Oceans Eleven”. Where they rob the underground vault where the casinos stash the goodies. As far as fantasies, this series is a good one. Anyone in real life who has tried to coordinate a group of people knows how impossible it is to pull off such capers. My experience is that groups of more than three are asking for things to go wrong. It takes real imagination to come up with these plots. I see “Oceans Thirteen” in my cabinet. Do the writers have something for odd numbers?
But that’s it, I’m taking the entire afternoon as siesta. I’m still reading “The Yellow Admiral”. It is more of a human interest work. There are some gruesome descriptions of battle but it is mostly a type of political struggle concerning the land enclosures and the military promotion system. I do recommend it if you have an interest in what takes place behind what’s in the history books.
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A Quantum of Solace. I finally watched it all the way. That title seemed so contrived, but now I see the connection. An interesting expression, being that you cannot fall half-way in love or be half consoled. Or maybe I’m over-thinking the situation. Boss Hogg radio is gone. I doubt they switched to FM or moved because they would have been announcing it for months. There was dissention in the ranks though how much I didn’t know. What a pity of the most unique of radio stations in Florida should vanish. While the crappy foreign stations carry on riding the taxpayers backs.
