J.P.

Firehoses.

I’ve figured out why social media is really starting to burn me out. It’s not the political discourse, because I’m doing my best to stay away from that stuff. Though admittedly, I’m contributing to it too often and so now I’m really trying hard to stay away.

No, the reason I’m getting burned out on social media is because of the “firehose” onslaught of information. There’s no coherency or consistency through the subjects, emotion, tempo, or timbre of the doomscrolling opportunities. My attention is being yanked from Linux tech talk to Trumpian idiocy, to why bees are important in less than three entries in the same round of scrolling and my brain is getting really tired jumping from subject to subject like that.

In reality I can jump from subject to subject, and I’m usually doing that at any given moment, but there’s usually a common thread in these jumps, no matter how obscure that thread is. And furthermore, I can’t find any rhyme, reason, or general pattern in these wildly oscillating topics flying by on the doomscrolling machine and it just makes my brain tired. Very tired.

Shockingly, forums like we had back in the days of GEnie, CompuServe, and AOL at least were based around a loose subject and I enjoyed that cohesion.

All I need is a 56K baud modem and I’d be good to go.

It’s Tuesday.

I have to keep reminding myself that it’s Tuesday. Work very much felt like a Monday but then before I knew it, it was the end of the day and tomorrow is Wednesday.

I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to use for my next camera on the videography adventure. I’ve been oscillating back and forth between getting a mirrorless camera that’s made to be a camera and investing in the latest iPhone when it’s announced next week. Don’t tell my husband about these plans as I haven’t sprung the financial discussion on him yet.

He likes surprises.

We are sitting in the local Starbucks. I am using my iPad Pro out in public for the first time in a long while. Even though it’s an original Magic Keyboard, it’s still quite nice to type on. It probably has my favorite touch as far as low profile keyboards go.

So tomorrow is Wednesday and then we’ll be half way through the work week. I don’t like feeling like I’m wishing my life away, because I’m not, and work is basically good.

But I am looking forward to the weekend.

Sun Sites.

We went for a drive along US Route 191 sound of Willcox, Arizona. The map showed a couple of towns along the way: Sunsites, Elfrida, and a couple of others. We drove these towns and admittedly there wasn’t much to see. I hope the folks in these small towns have a happy life.

The landscape between Willcox and Douglas (along the Mexican border) reminds me more of driving through West Texas instead of Arizona. There’s much more in the way of greenery in these parts. Cattle were doing there thing out in their pastures.

We drove through the historic district of Douglas and literally touched “the wall” before heading back to the northwest. We stopped in the old mining town turned artsy town of Bisbee. There’s a restaurant in the center of town called “Table” or “Bisbee’s Table” (I didn’t figure it out). Serenity was the bartender and we sat and had a nice meal before driving the 100 miles or so back to Tucson.

It was a pleasant afternoon.

Caturday.

Truman has been joining me out on the garage roof while thunderstorms play around the mountains just to the east of our home. He purrs like crazy while he’s out there with me and usually just sits along side, watching birds and other activity around the house. Once in a while the lightning flashes will catch his eye and we’ll be watching lightning together. He flicks an ear if the thunder is particularly loud.

It wouldn’t be good to let him out and about on our nearly three acres of land. However, having him join me out on the roof, whether it’s watching thunderstorms or admiring the night sky before bed, seems to warrant a high number and volume of purrs. His contentment is charming.

Ending?

According to the calendar, especially when coupled with my northern upbringing, Labor Day weekend brings to us the unofficial end of summer.

It doesn’t work that way here in the Desert Southwest.

The forecast shows Monsoon Season calming down a bit for next week or so. Usually it lingers until the end of September. Next week’s forecast includes record high temperatures and dry conditions. That means it’ll be somewhat windy.

I enjoy warm winds.

We had a little bit of a thunderstorm this afternoon. Truman and I watched a little bit of the lightning. He purrs a lot while he’s out on the roof. I like to think it’s because he’s spending time with me but I suspect he’s just happy to be outdoors in a shady spot adjacent to the sun.

I snapped his photo for tomorrow’s Caturday extravaganza.

Unpredicted.

The best storms during the Monsoon Season are usually the ones that never appeared on the forecast. We had some impressive lightning strikes in the show this evening.

Humanity.

This has been bouncing around in my head for nearly a week. After the DNC, I read too many awful statements and opinions on Gus Walz’s display of pride, happiness, joy, and amazing outpouring of emotion while his father spoke at the Democratic National Convention. The reaction from too many people was so incredibly toxic. Prime suspects like Ann Coulter and her ilk said such horrible things.

Gus’ position on the Autism Spectrum is irrelevant in this discussion. Gus is a human being. Full stop. He is a human being that is very proud of his father. Full Stop. People making fun of his display of emotion has bothered me so much, because no human deserves to be mocked for being true with their emotions. Especially when it was clearly so much love and pride that was on display.

Whether you support Harris/Walz or not is also irrelevant in this discussion. Hateful comments, remarks, and countless memes speak to the character and the moral foundation of those who share these things, of those who believe these things, and of those who support those that share these remarks.

When you come for Gus, you come for me, a fellow human being. Instead of trumpeting around about your political beliefs, let’s take a step back and find our common humanity and put that above all else.

A Rainbow of Fun.

It’s been quite a while since Randy Rainbow came across my bits and bytes, but this latest video is a lot of fun. Enjoy “JD, JD… (Married Lady)”.

Numbers?

Kamala Harris’ speech at the DNC last week was so inspiring. Her words gave me hope. Her passion for this country is inspiring. I haven’t felt hope like this in a very long time.

So after this amazing speech, CNN cuts to a bunch of pundits sharing their comments on the situation and then John King slicing and dicing every word, every number, every scenario.

Why can’t we just seize the moment, let the hope breathe a little bit, before we delve into the nightmare also known as “The Electoral College”. Can we live in the moment? Can we enjoy the feeling of hope? For an hour? For a week? Maybe through November.

Seize the hope. Let is breathe. We can look at the numbers after the nightmare is over.

John King … shut up.