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June 2020

Cutting back these vines and moving that tree were not how I planned to spend the evening.
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[March 10] This is my last picture in London before heading to the airport on the 11th. It's from the Greenwhich Observatory. I'd forgotten to take my camera with me in the morning and pretty much killed my phone battery taking pictures in St. Paul's. The only other picture I took at Greenwich was the one of my feet on either side of the prime meridian that I posted day of. The museum at the observatory is all about horology in relation to navigation. Before GPS the only way to determine longitude was through accurate timekeeping. Developing devices that could keep time accurately on a ship as it rocked and bobbed, and through changes in temperature, humidity and air-pressure is no small problem. Here's a bit of tangential trivia: Gene Roddenberry made an obsession with time part of the character profile for Sulu, the Enterprise's navigator. As a pilot Roddenberry was quite aware of navigators being (necessarily) obsessed with time. He obviously didn't think it though that such an obsession only matters on the surface of a spinning sphere and is doesn't make much sense for a starship navigator, just taking it as a given aspect of a navigator's character. On another only tangentially related note, when I was waiting for a bus back from Greenwich Park I became really aware of the shortcomings of the vision in my right eye. I'd already managed to nearly get killed in traffic a couple times on the trip by habitually looking the wrong way for traffic, but sitting a bus stop on a long stretch of road I noticed how much further I have to turn my head to look right. My peripheral vision is fine in my right eye, but to really look at something I have to look with my left eye. After a few minutes at the bus stop my neck started getting sore and it was a bit of a "well, huh, interesting" moment for me. Now I worry about my one-eyed cat Vidma developing neck problems.
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My dad was born 94 years ago today (died in 1993). He told me about his racist high-school classmates in Drumheller that drew swastikas on their books and truly believed Hitler would make Germany great again, even after the war started. My dad's reaction was to drop out of school, forge some ID and lie about his age, and at 15 years old go overseas to fight white-supremacism and fascism. He's the one in the middle in this picture.
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