Another Look At Sunflowers

 Yes, we look at sunflowers.

A Hint of Seasonal Change!

 We get a break in the heat and there are at least some rain chances. A breeze out of the north feels very good. I've been reading about Monkeypox spreading rapidly. About 4000 cases in the US so far and a few hundred in Texas. I've never been keen on monkeys, my least favorite animal. I've never been a fan of anthropoids. This is, of course, another instance of a zoonotic disease, something that has made the jump from infecting non-human animals to human animals. Paul Ehrlich predicted there would be more and more of that going on, in his excellent book, THE POPULATION BOMB. He was, in general, quite prophetic. When a scientist makes a prophecy, they tend to get it right. When a non-scientist makes a prophecy, they are wrong 100% of the time. The smartest thing for a young couple to do: avoid having a child! Don't breed! Stop the idiocy now! Pressure from parents and grandparents? Tell them to bugger off. Your life, your decisions, your body. Do the right thing. Do the SMART thing. Don't breed. Enough already. That's actually the best thing you can do for posterity. You want to prosper? It's much easier if you don't fall into the family trap. If you must have a child, ADOPT!

Nothing But Sunflowers

 I can't go wrong with that. 

There are times when I really need to chill out. 

Sunflowers For A Change

 It's been a bit depressing lately-- that human farce/tragedy thing, so why not sunflowers?

A New Post

 Blogging is like making a fence, one post at a time. Blogs are old-fashioned. That's why I like them.

But I don't like the way the interface is occasionally a bit glitchy. But maybe I'm the glitchy one. Having been forced to switch from 3G to 4G, I find that 4G sucks. I had better service with 3G. A lot of changes seem to be driven by greed. Make the old obsolete so that corporate vampires can hustle a new product. One would like to take an iron rod to the corporate fascist empires of the world and smash them like pottery. Those old radical dreams die hard.