It's A Heat Wave

 A group called "Lothar and the Hand People" did a song on an album released ever so many years ago called "Heat Wave". And here we are with a heat wave across most of the state! Well, it just goes to show-- something. The distinctive thing about that group was the use of a theramin. You've heard those if you've ever watched a science fiction movie made back in the fifties. I don't think any other group ever used one of those in a putative rock band before, or since, The Hand People. On a lighter note, it is so very clear that human "civilization" (hahahaha) as we know it is not sustainable. 

Between Post and Gail, above. It might not look much like that anymore. It might be more like a desert now. 

Exploitation of fossil fuel on a massive scale was the beginning of the end. Transition to nuclear and solar and wind should have occurred early on, as soon as feasible, but that didn't happen, for various reasons, and now it's too late. I'm pretty sure it's too late. I'm pretty sure that humanity's goose is cooked. Are we going to be a multi-planet species? Not bloody likely. We couldn't even be a successful single planet species. 

Heating Up And Drying Out

 But it's suffer time, so...

The last two pics illustrate what you can expect to see on the lonely drive between Post and Gail. I'll have more of those next time. The silence is incredible and views of the night sky must be awesome. Unfortunately there is no road shoulder to speak of, and even though traffic is almost non-existent, there's enough to make setting up a telescope at night dicey at best. 

An Ordinary Morning

 Heating up, of course. That's to be expected. Much accomplished yesterday so very little needs to be done today. 

These zoomed-in pics are among the last visual records of what was once a hot spot on Lubbock's Strip, when Lubbock was "dry". Those days are gone for good, and good riddance to that bluenose nonsense. I buy my wine in a local supermarket. When I buy beer I buy it in a local supermarket. If I ever have any desire for a single malt scotch, I can get that easily and conveniently. Contrary to the lunatic ravings of Lubbock's religious whack-jobs, the world didn't end when Lubbock ceased to be "dry". We should not forget that the same people who gave us those liquor prohibitions fought integration, and turned to their Bibles to justify both segregation and slavery. Never forget and never forgive. Once wrong always wrong. Of course, they'd never admit to this day that they were wrong. They are just biding their time, waiting for the return of "the good old days", when White was Right. They are the evil in our midst. 

An Odd Morning

 Started off very humid but sunny, then heavy and dark clouds, then wind from the north and light sprinkles of rain. Clouds and wind continued and the temperature dropped rapidly, from 76 to 68 F. Now only partly cloudy, air much drier, and temperature is back up to 75F. It was nice while it lasted. Took advantage of those conditions to do some work outside. 

I continue with snippets from the past. Snippets, I say. Snippets!

A Weak Norther

 Yes,  a weak frontal boundary moved through just before sunrise. It felt good. If only it had more punch. I, of course, am always up and active at least an hour before sunrise. I can't imagine "sleeping in". An alien concept, although I know it works for many. It just doesn't work for me. To each their own. 

Someday, I might actually take that little trip east, out to Acuff, to see whether this steakhouse is still there. My wife and I ate there at least twice in the past. A humble buffet-style place, with vast amounts of food that you could accurately describe as "home-cooked". Simple fare, all you can eat, nothing fancy. No table like any other, oil cloth, a variety of chairs, some wood, some metal, some folding. I really hope they are still in business.