With school and the election now behind us, the simple summer pleasures are setting in:
- Cucumber salad for lunch
- Reading just for fun (currently, The Wrong Hostage — $3 for the hardcover library edition at Books a Million)
- Listening to the music of my youth on my little gadget — Heart, Genesis, Styx, the Eagles, Kansas, etc. — and having 14-year old Gamma remark that these oldies are better than the current stuff.
BTW, all of those tunes were purchased; I don’t want to hear from Whitey McNoDownLoady, even though I do tend to agree with AT that the industry needs to update itself and that peer-to-peer sharing is nothing more than the "geeky man’s civil disobedience." For some of us, it’s even more innocuous: if I already own the vinyl, why can’t I have it in a format that works on the different entertainment-delivery devices that I use?
In a single day at the pool, Gamma deepened her tan to surpass that which I’d acquired (unwillingly, by the way) over three weeks of campaigning in the sun. She has her father’s skin.
Speaking of entertainment, there’s an excellent bit of cinematic art posted on YouTube by a young lady who hits at the heart of what’s probably the only thing wrong with Oak Ridge. Watch, and think about it.
Reality hits. Maybe this should have been shown at the polls. Don’t know if it would have made a differance. Fear is Fear. When you operate out of fear you are in trouble and that is where we are now, in trouble.
Unfortunately, while campaigning, it was apparent that a lot of people (mistakenly) think that we’ve already invested a lot of public money in the mall, and that the effort failed.
They simply would not believe that there was no public investment in the mall, which is why nothing has changed.
I wonder how long it will be before the town looks like the mall.