Thursday, February 4, 2016
Absurd temps in the arctic
Recently I've written about the drought in AK. And there's been an exceptionally mild season in the Arctic. absurd-january-warmth-in-arctic-brings-recordlow-sea-ice-extent. So there you have it. The sea ice is at it's lowest. And it will probably be even lower as the year moves on. Just letting you know.
I really like this (link provided)
http://www.dpreview.com/and-desire-olympus-does-it-again
I really like the look of this camera. IT's worth a thousand words, isn't it? I would place it in one place juts to look at it; it's a piece of art.
I really like the look of this camera. IT's worth a thousand words, isn't it? I would place it in one place juts to look at it; it's a piece of art.
What does the future bring?!
We are "in the future". After all we are reading this in Feb 2016, unless you are "in the future". Why is the future made of time? And why does time have to bring sad time and the good times? Because we need sad times to be able to appreciate the good times. There is no sadness without happiness, and no happiness without sadness. And just like that, there would be no seasons. For there would practically be no "winter" without spring. And there would be no such thing as fall were it not for summer. So, why does it have to like this!? Why does it have to be snowing and all of that jazz!? Why do we have to have a president in 2016 who's either Democrat or Rep? Well, we would. Except that nobody realizes that there is such thing as color. We all see America in B&W.
"The forces would fight until dawn. There would be green horse with blue spots on them, running around the hills. I would be taking a balloon ride, away from all of this mess. I would fly really high up. Higher than the planes could reach. I would eventually go to sleep. And land who knows where? I would see a land that was totally uncharted. There were no more horses. There was a sky, and there was grass. And that's when I realized that my time spent before I awoke was just a dream. I don't even remember anytime before that. Where was I? Did I just come from another dimension? Those are all the details that I've remembered, those about some battles and a green horse. I decided to get a fresh start on life. Yet my imagination would go crazy. I would be in a place called America, on which the president was neither republican nor democrat. And that's when I would finally rejoice, because I realized that America is not so boring anymore. There is still hope in this nation. We don't see the world in B&W anymore. We actually start seeing American politics in some kind of color! Oh, wait. Or is that B&W how it's supposed to be? Colors are just illusions. They are derived from our imagination. Color is just what our mind has conjured up. The ways in which we envision our world is still just subjective ...sigh... "
"The forces would fight until dawn. There would be green horse with blue spots on them, running around the hills. I would be taking a balloon ride, away from all of this mess. I would fly really high up. Higher than the planes could reach. I would eventually go to sleep. And land who knows where? I would see a land that was totally uncharted. There were no more horses. There was a sky, and there was grass. And that's when I realized that my time spent before I awoke was just a dream. I don't even remember anytime before that. Where was I? Did I just come from another dimension? Those are all the details that I've remembered, those about some battles and a green horse. I decided to get a fresh start on life. Yet my imagination would go crazy. I would be in a place called America, on which the president was neither republican nor democrat. And that's when I would finally rejoice, because I realized that America is not so boring anymore. There is still hope in this nation. We don't see the world in B&W anymore. We actually start seeing American politics in some kind of color! Oh, wait. Or is that B&W how it's supposed to be? Colors are just illusions. They are derived from our imagination. Color is just what our mind has conjured up. The ways in which we envision our world is still just subjective ...sigh... "
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Who wants to fly in style?!
http://img-s-msn-com=6=6=6=?!=When=woooowwwww ...blahblahblah. This is the convertible airplane after all!
Off topic Tuesday Feb 3rd
There
was a balloon rising from the hills. We stepped onto a bucket and watched as a
balloon hovered above the civilization of Der cando, on the planet of Wunder. There would be people in the
balloon. But they were beautiful. They would be up there observing weather.
There would be talk of climate change, and it was a cold, seventy degree day
here in our local area in the Month of July… and yet, those
people would see an area of 120 degree local climate… only about fifty miles away! This is because this is a
planet of Wunder.
The aerial views were magic. There was nothing better than being so
many feet off the ground, while looking down at our playground: Wunder. And
yet, observing the balloon from afar, the balloon was what seemed to be merely
a speck of dust in the grand scheme of things. Their was something mysterious
about the universe, and it all had to do with our perception. The balloon was
so small yet so large…seemingly
violating the laws of Wunder. The laws of physics.
How do you stay imaginative!? You just think outside the bucket.
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