One year ago today: July 2, 2023, except, no motorcycle, sigh.
Five years ago today: July 2, 2019, that Pierceville thrift.
Nine years ago today: July 2, 2015, song lists & fake schools.
Random years ago today: July 2, 2008, Pudding-Tat.
Giving them no opportunity to waste a morning, I had the dogs out for a pre-breakfast hike. My back injury keeps me from running more than 100 or so paces. That is plenty for little Sammy, as for Chooks, he could care less. He is around me for hours working in the yard and may sprint whenever he pleases. And when he doesn’t, he gets his exercise moving from one sunny spot to another. If I didn’t say, I ran short of supplies for the final set of fence pickets. For efficiency. I took they with me to the recycle, then stopped at the music store, then on to the lumberyard. As I figured, I got all the cull lumber over the previous week, so had to buy 20 new pieces at $3 each. Ouch.
He was also one of the small stores that were wiped out, so he is familiar with the American “capitalist” system. You are free to operate, but so is everyone else and some of their methods are anything but fair although they are quite legal. As I’m mentioned, unlike England where you can open a shop and tend it, American law is tweaked so you must compete by continually growing and expanding or you will be eclipsed. The big music chains got there by banding together their supply orders and getting bulk discounts. Soon they were able to sell identical merch for prices that were below the other’s costs. I’ll send them a data printout of the tubes that I’ve got, now that I’m able to spot which ones are used for guitar amps. Both solid state and vacuum circuits begin to distort over time, but the result is two sounds. The tube distortion is “mellow”, the transistor distortion is awful. Not as bad as ska, but still bad.
The final tally for the lumber was $47. On the way to the store, I see this major domestic dispute up the street, it’s irony, some single mother yelling at her teenage daughter to behave herself. Hours later, after dark, I see the daughter walking down the avenue up near Old Hickory. She’s barefoot and searing pajama bottoms. I stopped and told her I was the neighbor and she should not be out after dark. I said I’d pay for a taxi if she had some where to go. She screamed at me to leave her alone. So I did.
Hawk Tuah girl without makeup.
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I went for a ride in the Volvo, finding it rather disappointing. It was decidedly like the Civic and did not have much of a luxury feel to it. Plus, I was expecting the interior to be a lot more space-age, you might say. The Reb & I took the evening off and grabbed a movie at Providence (Mt. Juliet). “A Quiet Place: Day One”. Wait for the DVD. It’s a semi-horror flick about aliens that land in Manhattan Island and are attracted by noise. So the movie has few lines for the actors to learn. They have a cat that never meows. The premise is they can’t make the slightest noise in New York, one of the noisiest cities. They blow the bridges because the aliens can’t swim. Budget aliens, a mix of Alien and Starship Trooper spider thingees.
I ‘m meanwhile enjoying “King’s Mountain” for both the plot and the historical insights. It has vivid descriptions, the author has an excellent ability on this. She is also totally up on her historical accuracy. You would like this book, although they quit putting CDs in vehicles back in 2015. You can easily imagine the smell of saltpeter and gushing wounds, I repeat, very vivid narrative.
ADDENDUM
Here’s a statisctic from on-line today. If someone did nothing but read 24 hours a day for their entire life, they'd consume about eight billion words. But today, the most advanced AIs consume more than eight trillion words in a single month of training.
