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No external links today, what little there is, is all about me. Please feel free to browse through the calendar to the right for past blivets (blivi?). Thanks to Dori at Backup Brain for the reciprocal link. We’ll resume what passes for a weblog Saturday. I haven’t even made more than a cursory tour of the sites I frequent for several days.

Today was a day of false starts and feeling out of step. It started with this cold (OK, cold for Las Vegas) morning. It had snowed waaay downslope on the flanks of the Spring Mountains to the East and the Sheep and Las Vegas Range to the north. The snow was heavy enough that no rocks were visible in the distance so the slopes were absolutely blazing white. It was stunningly beautiful!

We’re working at the north edge of the urbanization in the trash halo oozing steadily outward so there were no buildings between us and those amazing white mountains. The only drawback was that there was a gusting wind of maybe 35 mph coming off those cold slopes and it had that sharp bite that just makes you want to jump back in the truck. Standing on top of that spring mound you just felt like you were wet and naked in that wind. Perfect conditions to walk very slowly, hunched over looking at the ground. Everybody has been fighting (and succumbing!) to various respiratory ailments all winter and this felt like one of those situations your mother warned you about. ("Don’t stand out there in the wind!")

Greg, our fearless liter (archaeology is science and science is metric after all), has been the sickest and I think he was feeling the brunt of the weather – though I didn’t admit until later how bad I felt. So Greg, if you’re reading this, now you know. He called the day after about an hour (one transect) and we rolled up the tapes and piled back into the Suburban without hesitation or complaint. I couldn’t hear out of my left ear until about 3 pm whereupon it rang for about 20 minutes until returning to normal. It just made me feel so disassociated, I could so empathize with those with a hearing loss.

That got me pondering the aging process and the inevitable decline of talents and abilities I now take for granted. Boy, that makes the monkey mind dance around! La, la, la, la, la, la, la. I can’t hear you! We are so attached to these bodies we inhabit, we think that they are us. That kind of attachment leads to so much suffering. We even go to doctors to have how we look changed thinking we’re improving ourselves. How short-sighted we can be if we let the Ego drive the bus. There is so little incentive in American culture to consider otherwise.

Right now, there is so much incentive to go to bed.

Be well.

A little bit later: I take that back, what I said about no external links today. John Martello has posted Mister Wizard: Meet The Internet, a new Utopia Planitia.

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Hal

I am the non-admin personality of blivet tool & die I have been academically trained as a professional archaeologist (MA, RPA) and now live in Arvada, CO. Father, husband, scientist, geek of several trades, and high-functioning Autistic adult. Future planetary expatriate?