I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, December 24, 2021

Linkee-poo happy, jolly, merry, whatevermas

Hey all, sorry for the discombobulated end of the year. There's been lots of work stuff going on, so it makes it difficult for personal reading. There's lots of things happening, but I'm running out of time and energy to track down good stories about them. This is a usual thing, the holidays make for convenient deadline settings and the "OMG it's almost (whatever) and we need to get this printed before then!" Yes, my day job is known for performing the impossible while you wait. Miracles require 24-hour notice. Hopefully this shit will settle down come the new year.

"Researchers with the Monterey Bay Aquarium stumbled upon a 'once-in-a-lifetime' encounter with a peculiar deep-sea fish with a transparent head… During a search for 'deep sea jellies and other midwater animals' for an upcoming aquarium exhibit on the Monterey Bay canyon, a team with the aquarium and its affiliated research institute found the barreleye fish — the deep-sea creature — from afar."

"The turnaround has been so dramatic it has left experts and observers struggling to explain it. Cases dropped by more than 99% from their peak. Japan has seen less than one death a day in recent weeks, its lowest level since July 2020… After the previous four waves of infections, almost as soon as local governments lifted their states of emergency, cases quickly began to rebound. But after the most recent state of emergency was lifted, on Sept. 28, there was no sudden rebound — or at least not yet."

"At times the U.S. Army veteran donned a white robe and hood as a hit man for the Ku Klux Klan in North Florida… However, Moore wore something else during his years in the klan – a wire for the FBI… One minor mistake, one tell, he believed, meant a certain, violent death."

"Tens of thousands of heavy steel slats, once destined to become part of former President Donald Trump’s border wall, are slowly rusting in the open air throughout the southwestern borderlands. The bollards—18- or 33-foot-long hollow posts, most of them reinforced with concrete and rebar—are worth at least a quarter of a billion dollars. The Department of Defense owns most of that steel, but it’s unclear what will—or can—be done with it. For now, it remains in spider-webbed stacks sunning themselves in vast staging areas along the wall."

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