At some point today, I actually turned 1,234,567,890 seconds old. No joke.
You know it’s time for a trim when while you are reading the internets, you look down at your bowl of soup to see your beard sitting in it. I realize now that the seemingly “painted on soup” shirt stains I’ve been getting have been done by the artist that is my chin with its little beardly brushes. I should paint little cards with my beard and sell them online.
I can picture them in a gallery now…
Though, I should probably switch to watercolors.
First, search for god in children.
If it is not there today, then look to all pets before adult humans. A hamster may hold The Creator. Or look to a nervous smoke-detector or a phone book.
Then maybe to a stalk of corn, a generous faucet, orange Play-Doh, or a broken clock—it will be there before it can ever be inside mankind.
If you stumble upon it, and it has a mouth, it will smile at you just before it inserts a paper clip into an electric wall socket.
And it will say to you, before the jolt:
I have been fascinated of late with the continental no man’s “land” of Antarctica. It occurred to me that it would technically encompass all Earthly time zones and being that it experiences extreme day-night cycles, it has no real need for daylight savings time being the sun sticks around all summer. This made me ponder Antarctica much further…
The coldest temperature recorded was −89.2 °C (−128.6 °F) at Vostok Station (Russia) on 1983-07-21 (winter)
Warmest temperature recorded was 14.6 °C (59 °F) at Vanda Station (defunct) on 1974-01-05 (summer)
“…the population doing and supporting science or engaged in the management and protection of the Antarctic region varies from approximately 4,400 in summer to 1,100 in winter; in addition, approximately 1,000 personnel, including ship’s crew and scientists doing onboard research, are present in the waters of the treaty region; peak summer (December-February) population – 4,490 total” (Indexmundi.com)
MORE LINKS ON ANTARCTICA
Amazing information on Russia’s Vostok Station (I’d snoop around the site for other stations as well.)
Thanks for reading!
I have a very foggy, clouded recollection of being born. It was all too bright, scary, cold and confusing. I have attributed those feelings to the act of being born, but I cannot be sure. My first clear memory is of me at six months old, being held by my grandmother’s neighbor. She kept “goo-goo-gaga-ing” me and I kept feeling concerned for her lack of intelligence. I remember feeling too close to her face and untrusting of her.