Someday I thought I might design a T-shirt with the slogan “I Can’t Believe It” on it. I would wear it.
I’ve had that idea in a text document of notes that I carry around, a nearly random collection of things that seemed too important to just slip by. I weed the list out from time to time and save the document with a different name. I was using the Pages app for this, but not anymore. I had the document open on two devices, had a problem with one, and got a message that read, “This document was deleted in another location.” I was given the opportunity to click “OK.” I’m switching to the Notes app and reconstructing the list from past documents.
The idea that 1950 is considered the start date for the Anthropocene era. The concept, first proposed by Nobel Prize-winning chemist Paul Crutzen, defines a new geologic epoch in which human activity has profoundly impacted the Earth’s ecosystems and geology. Peggi and I were born that year, so it got my attention.
This news item seemed worth rereading: “Lee Zeldin, the administrator of the E.P.A., has recommended that the agency reverse its 2009 finding that greenhouse gas emissions endanger human health and welfare, according to three people familiar with the decision. That would eliminate the legal basis for the government’s climate laws, such as limits on pollution from automobiles and power plants.”
I have a friend who has been creating music with AI, and I was going to pass this note on to him: “The AI-generated song ‘Walk My Walk’ by the artist ‘Breaking Rust’ recently hit number one on Billboard’s Country Digital Song Sales chart, sparking debate about the future of music. The track, created using the AI music platform Suno, features a gravelly vocal performance and has garnered millions of streams, raising questions about authenticity and the impact of AI on the music industry.”
We saw a Ribera painting in Bilbao where he depicted three saints in one painting. St. Sebastián lies naked, his arm still suspended from the tree on which he has been tormented, while St. Lucia extracts the arrows and St. Irene prepares to apply healing ointment to the wounds.
I kept this social media post from the president: “So we took over the Kennedy Center. We didn’t like what they were showing and various other things. We’re going to make sure that it’s good and it’s not going to be woke. There’s no more woke in this country. NO MORE DRAG SHOWS, OR OTHER ANTI-AMERICAN PROPAGANDA — ONLY THE BEST.”
I wanted to remember how much I love the drums at the tail end of Miles’ “He Loved Him Madly.”
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Tried to put a photo of my favorite squirrel cap here *NUTS* but it didn’t take.
Meanwhile, vis a vis your tshirt idea — a good one – – I designed a t-shirt when I worked in retail once. It was for the customers and also the singer Celeste and said:
NOTHING LIKE YOU