Rewatched Dune recently and for the lack of adhering to the story, the set designs and costuming are still amazing.
Took a lot of readjustment and practiced concentration to consistently envision the concept of gravity as a disturbance in the space-time continuum and, strangely enough, the slowing down of time.
Been watching an interesting serial on Netflix called Person Of Interest. The gist of it is that this curious geeky dude wrote a system to help the government detect terror attacks before they happen, but it also picked up a lot of information relating to violent crimes. He grew increasingly distressed at the sense that knowing about things like murders ahead of time was considered "irrelevant" (although when you're hunting international terrorists you can't really be sidelined dealing with individual disputes even if they do end in murder), and hired someone to help him figure out what was going on and hopefully prevent some of the crimes from taking place. For the most part it's relatively easy brain candy, in a "Minority Report In The Matrix" kind of way.
"Tow" Someone left a child and did not even care Before the first shots of the battle here had even pierced the air They run now like them children to those arms of mother earth To pretend as if there was a day before their very birth Me, I just grab these ropes that me and mine have left behind And I stare up to that mountain that I know we got to climb I keep towin' that line Mmmmmm I keep towin' that line Mmmmmm Down in basements choked with smoke, child, of the past Dreams come up for air down there but they can only gasp All them old men they sit staring as life slips out of their grips Only to fall and disappear beyond their fingertips Me, I just grab these ropes me and mine have left behind And I stare up to demon that you know has got to die I keep towin that line Mmmmmm I keep towin' that line Mmmmmm I keep towin' that line Mmmmmm I keep towin' that line Mmmmmm Down in ditches by that road I call my home All of you come a cussin' now and all just throwing stones Yes they're big men now to settle down and life's so stale and cold As if I could ever do the way they do just as they're told Which should find me living low when the miles have passed me by And it seems that I have left now all that I could love behind I'm just towin' that line Mmmmmm I'm just towin' that line Mmmmmm Writer(s): BERNHARD PETE CIAMPI
It would be really nice if the truck drivers who drive past my house would turn off their jake brakes. It would also be really nice if using a grenade launcher to remind the less considerate truck drivers didn't result in a prison sentence....
Some, but not ours. Not yet anyway. Apparently some state representative or other came by (invited by one of the township people) and saw first hand what happens when you mix big trucks and Amish buggies on a residential street, particularly when a lot of the traffic regards the speed limit as advisory. I gather a ban on jake brakes and a lower speed limit is coming. Oh yes, very much so.
One very interesting phenomenon I assume to be associated with age and triggered by the right amount of stress and, perhaps, fatigue, is the ever-increasing mental replay, like automatic looping and mixing, of countless accumilated experiences, sounds, literary devices or ideas which, if put on tape or print, would seem like downright inspiration. All one needs to do is sit back and let it roll. Same with dreaming, which can at times be like recalling a not- yet-writen, complex yet highly coherent novel. A benefit, no-doubt, of physical exercise and engagement, IMO. ( or simply losing it).
My 7 year old granddaughter to her teacher at school, mam I have a poem: The grass is green, The sky is blue, I have 5 fingers, And the middle one (making the sign) is for you! Followed by a blustering laugh. And the teacher? Looking for words but she didn't find any.