Figure 1. a screenshot from Terminator 2 of the T100 on the left and a young John Connor on the right. The T100 is on a pay phone talking to the T1000 at John Connor’s house, tricking the T1000 into admitting that it is not actually John’s foster-parent by asking after John’s dog but using the wrong name for itTERMINATOR (in John's voice) I'm right here. I'm fine. (to John, a whisper) What's the dog's name? JOHNMax.Terminator nods. Speaks into the phone.TERMINATORHey, Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfy? I can hear him barking. Is he okay? JANELLE (filtered) Wolfy's fine, honey. Where are you?Terminator unceremoniously hangs up the phone.Turns to John.TERMINATORYour foster parents are dead. Let's go.Terminator heads for the bike. John, shocked, stares after him.[pushing up glasses] This scene gets a lot of meme time but it’s also pretty funny because you would think the dumb ol’ T1000 would have been loaded with a pretty extensive dossier on John Connor that included the dog’s name.
Was still thinkin’ about that marg from a few weeks ago, and a then a friend in Marin gave us a few tomatoes from her garden.
this one is topped with additional chiffonaded basil, and smoked sea salt
I had pan fried some hot italian sausage (intending to pair with red onion slices and provolone instead of mozz) while the first two baked, for a third pizza, but this one was so good I didn’t even bother with it, and so I tossed the extra dough ball in the freezer
Figure 1. photograph of a margherita neapolitan pizza on a large cutting board, fresh out of the oventhe pizza has charred bubbles on the cornicione, and is topped with with tomato sauce, mozzarella, basil, and a fan-circle of thin, orange slices of a fresh garden tomato, topped with additional chiffonaded basil, and smoked sea saltin the background, also on the cutting board is half of a similar pepperoni pizza.
Worked my way up to a jogging a full mile over the past few weeks and, I guess my form was wrong, or my body wasn’t ready in spite of all the walking I do. I didn’t notice any one bad move but when I tried to repeat the mile jog a few days later and couldn’t make it a block.
By the weekend, I had to bail a mile into a simple walk, and I’ve paused walks and strength training for at least a week while whatever is going on calms down.
as a life-long “why on earth would I do that to myself?" and "what are they running from?” sayer coasting on the metabolism and cholesterol levels of youth, I finally, when I don’t need one, have a real excuse to not like running
Figure 1. A map of California. The path of a two and a half mile (four and a quarter kilometer) walk is indicated. About 5200 steps and 79 feet (24 meters) elevation over one and a half hours, (one hour moving).
The later, somewhat darker, more explicitly autobiographical half of Munro’s anthologies of short stories.
Munro’s characters tend to (I know this reads like a horoscope) move on from situations for the next thing without a plan, or to be a little selfish before getting back to being serious, if they ever do. She’s always putting characters on trains, or in cars, or on buses.
Figure 1. A map of San Francisco, California. The path of a three and three quarters mile (six kilometer) walk is indicated. About 7300 steps and 89 feet (27 meters) elevation over one and a quarter hours, (one hour moving).
Texts like this are like the inverse of gell-mann amnesia, and the best ones (which this is? Idk I’m not that well read to say!) do so w/o degrading into the easier and tedious "we’re all failing and need to do better” conference keynote gimmick simulation of it.
anyway, by which I mean, you read about an area of focus in another field and see the author clearly knows what they are talking about and moreover that the grievances they have align w/ the same grievances you have in your own field
two “fun facts" (my kid picked up that phrase and has been using it arbitrarily, so now I do)
Lots of people read this last year when Marshall published it and the title was so catchy, I thought about it after the last few accidents in SF, which made me think I should go back and actually read it.
80+ three page ideas, lots of overlap with the incident management side of my day job, casually written (if a little too pop, even, but I guess that’s ok).
Every field is like this, it seems.
Figure 2. The paperback cover, as I read it, of “Killed by a Traffic Engineer”, by Wes Marshall. Title and author name in all caps grotesque, pitch in a standard case, all center aligned, title top, author name bottom right, pitch bottom left, white on black. In the center is a photograph of a stop sign that has been damage and the lower left corner bent out of shape, so that it only says O PRed spine, white text.KILLED BYA TRAFFIC ENGINEERO PShattering the Delusion that ScienceUnderlies Our TransportationSystemWESMARSHALL.
“daddy I thought we were supposed to be playing legos?”
“this is playing legos!”
batman was not impressed.
Figure 1. photograph of a stack of 10 lego legs or "pants" in a rainbow with fire mario on top standing on a small green platform facing a gray lego figure with like 20 heads stacked on top, the top one has long hair and is wearing a red hard hat. head-lord is taller than leg-lord by a few heads. a dumb old gray batman lego figure (normal height) stands between them looking up being mad about everything.
![a screenshot from Terminator 2 of the T100 on the left and a young John Connor on the right. The T100 is on a pay phone talking to the T1000 at John Connor’s house, tricking the T1000 into admitting that it is not actually John’s foster-parent by asking after John’s dog but using the wrong name for itTERMINATOR (in John's voice) I'm right here. I'm fine. (to John, a whisper) What's the dog's name? JOHNMax.Terminator nods. Speaks into the phone.TERMINATORHey, Janelle, what's wrong with Wolfy? I can hear him barking. Is he okay? JANELLE (filtered) Wolfy's fine, honey. Where are you?Terminator unceremoniously hangs up the phone.Turns to John.TERMINATORYour foster parents are dead. Let's go.Terminator heads for the bike. John, shocked, stares after him.[pushing up glasses] This scene gets a lot of meme time but it’s also pretty funny because you would think the dumb ol’ T1000 would have been loaded with a pretty extensive dossier on John Connor that included the dog’s name.](/img/hHD0fFT02s-1600.jpeg)
