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Title from a Radiohead song.... but also due to the fact that this totem pole does not serve the purpose it did in the past.
"Are we getting something out of this all-encompassing trip?
You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets,
Or you can come to terms and realize
you're the only one who cannot forgive yourself,
Makes much more sense to live in the present tense" -PJ
Para ver el tensor molecular en movimiento hacer click en Head Honcho
La ilustración pertenece a la serie: Mental Radio de Head Honcho en la era del oriente medio. Buscando el concepto de la Telemecánica.
Among other ungulates that spend the winter in the protected area along the Old Yellowstone Trail are bighorn sheep. Rut (breeding season) starts in mid-November and extends into early December. The rams are tense and aggressive, the ewes are their usual calm selves - until they become the recipients of unwanted advances from the rams. Nonetheless the herd of adult males and females, and the juveniles born the prior spring, remain together and make for great photographic subjects.
adj. intimidated by the awareness that you’re in the present moment, right now, inhabiting the single fleeting second that exists, feeling like a surfer riding a cresting wave across an infinite sea, desperate to keep your balance, but unsure whether to lean forward or lean back.
Music: Another Life - Daniele Luppi & Greg Gonzalez (optional)
A tense dog barks while tied to a designated post outside a pharmacy. The contrast between the bright green background and the dog's alert posture captures a moment of urban agitation and loyalty as it waits for its owner.
i've added half the weight i lost last year
i have a consult on my left leg next week
(which i see now is thicker than the other one - hmmm?)
my legs could not be whiter as i haven't worn shorts in a decade
my far-off wife likes the hat & bought it for me
this is probably the last shot of me i'll inflict on anyone
► Concept car dévoilé par la marque DS le 26 février 2016.
► Modèle présenté au public lors du salon international de l'automobile de Genève 2016.
Année du modèle présenté : 2016
Couleur : Vert Amétrine métallisé
Designer pour l'extérieur : Bob Romkes
Designer pour l'intérieur : Pascal Grappey
This road, so much the same, so different at once is like memory lane, and a history lesson; all in one.
Behind me is a great avenue of English elms on the frontage of "The Briars", surely a reference to "The Old Country". Across the road is "Sharrow"; South Yorkshire, not.
To my left is a great line of untended hawthorn. They remind me of my mother's country, the dirt tracks and lanes to my grandparents place —clinging to the edge of nowhere — cold as in winter, baking in summer, and as warm as a hug from Nanna anytime. I was the one who knocked out the bricks that brought down the chimney — the last built thing — before we moved them into town.
I don't remember any evidence that the hedges on this side of the world were ever properly laid. I'm always sad to see those in the homeland of these ones grubbed out. But the road goes ever on. My sentiments aren't ever consulted ahead of these actions.
Monochrome? Yes, well it was back then. The road threw up clouds of dust and by this time of year the once green hawthorns were a uniform dun colour. It was so fine that you'd choke on the stuff. The sky was like this — bigger — but without the contrails despite being within cooee of the aerodrome. They still cut the wheat the old fashioned way, with a machine that bound the sheaves that those walking behind raised into stooks; even before the Sunshine Harvester. I was on the edge, between the uncertain past and the inevitable future.
Not so long ago, this road was a dirt track. Progress? Why do we need to hurry? There's a new future I discussed with The Painter, and one of the attendees for tea on ANZAC Day. The Painter swapped the big petrol Mercedes for a little EV, not a hybrid. Their pace has changed. Now a road trip is from charger to charger, and a break with a cuppa every so often; like when I was young and the journey that takes just over two hours now once took six. The company for tea came in a diesel van. They're a bit younger than The Painter. But the last words we exchanged as they left was how they were keenly watching the EV van market for the diesel's replacement. The same topic arose. They were actually looking forward to lowering the pace; punctuating the journey, relaxing about the destination, restoring the past; being less tense.
On Friday, the dreamed of photovoltaic revolution of the 1970s will arrive. In the 50s/60s I was promised a nuclear powered flying car. I've given up waiting; that's passed into the past. I'll get a big three-phase battery, and electrons for free. As I watched TV coverage of La Doyenne — the Liege-Bastogne-Liege cycling race — I couldn't help but notice how even in NE Belgium the roofs are bedecked with solar panels. I'm clearly behind the game. But the momentum is overtaking the past, the competition is tense, and change, it seems, has its own ideas.
Meanwhile, the past just pootles along as a reminder of why the bits of it that survive weren't bad ideas after all.
One of a number of ballpoint sketches I created for our Scaling of Everest Interactive. Full thing can be seen here. www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/world/scaling-everest/