My neighbors spent the entire day packing a UHaul van. I don’t envy them as it was 90 degrees. They were still at it late at night, putting a car on the trailer, moving the truck and their cars around. I thought they were heading out at 10:30 at night. But they didn’t.
I don’t know where they slept–maybe the floor–but they left at 7:00 in the morning.
The Google Street View car went down my street. I hope it got a better picture of me than I got of it. I need to remember to check to see if I am on the porch in the updated pictures. The car was last on my street five years ago.
I can understand why I am nostalgia for the 1970s. It was the time of my idyllic childhood. But I wonder why my subconscious, dreaming brain keeps decorating its nocturnal worlds with shag carpeting.
I got a postcard inviting me to a free steak dinner and to learn about retirement planning. I’m not sure which is less appealing.
An inchworm has a very unique way of moving. It’s different from snakes, worms and caterpillars. It has four feet in the front and four feet in the back. With its front feet in place, it folds its body up so its back feet are next to its front feet. It straightens out its body, moving its front feet forward. It’s fascinating to just watch it move. Simply. Consistently. Deliberately.
Oh, and it doesn’t even need to go straight. It can shift its whole body to turn a little bit or a lot.
The app I use on my phone to track my running has now tracked over 6,000 miles. I feel like I have run to California and back.
Moore’s Law states the computing power doubles every 18 months. I came across an example that shows what that really means in practice. In a book by Andrew Yang, founder of Venture for America and democratic candidate for president, he says that if Moore’s Law were applied to a 1971 VW Beetle, by 2015 it would go 300,000 miles per hour and get two million miles per gallon of gas.
I saw a bright red cardinal with something bright green in its mouth. It was clearly eating something. I couldn’t tell if it was a leaf or a grasshopper. After it flew away, the legs left behind confirmed the answer.
A local food purveyor offered mac and cheese made with smoked pimento cheese. I wonder if it should be called smoked pimento cheese mac and cheese, which describes the specific kind of cheese, or smoked pimento mac and cheese, which implies only that it has smoked pimentos in it. Not smoked pimento cheese.
This is a terrible time to be the child of a celebrity. Just like regular people, they share photos of their kids’ proms and graduations on Facebook and Instagram. They also share the goofy and embarrassing photos too. Unlike the photos of regular people, these photos wind up in People magazine.