The National Geographic ended a 135 year old tradition of excellence in journalism

by firing its entire staff of writers and editors. Sez this will not affect it standards.

Really? Just what standards do they now have?

New tech new era other values. I don't like what we're becoming.

https://www.msn.com/.../national.../ar-AA1dbGHk...

 

From my fire escape observatory.

Brooklyn dusk within new wave of forest fire haze.

 

Hazy very humid in town. Should be over 90f/32c but Canadian wildfire haze is aloft.

So merely a steamy 84f/29c. I'm fine. Got an Iced Tea I.V. drip so I'm set.

The South is cooked. Texas in the 100's/40c.

I have cousins down there.

Turn da A.C. up and stay the heck inside!

 

Bob da Bunny strolls Hot'n Humid Tropical Fifth Avenue.

 

Just saw another advert for A.I. "...Write quality blog posts with just a few clicks". Really? Why have a page if you're not the writer. We're at the start and it's unregulated. Perhaps a tag on any post done whole or part produced by A.I. That would keep us honest. We want to be honest...right?

Was an engineer for decades...but now a digital Luddite. A.I. writes books articles even screenplays which people then take credit for. University students fraudulently pass in work done entirely by A.I. Artist take credit for works done by A.I. This tech might be a useful tool if used honestly.

As for Robot voices. One can always tell. However, with A.I. you often can't. Besides voice artist losing their careers this all has more than troubling possibilities. I remember the glowing forecasts the internet had at the beginning. No one considered the deliberate spiteful damage people would do with all that bandwidth. I think of the fate of the 'Krell' in the film Forbidden Planet as a possible outcome

 

A real life Uncle Sidney adventure. I once made an indoor rain cloud. I was painting a cousin's living room years ago and accidentally made rain. It was a hot humid day like only New York has. I turned the A.C. up high but didn't close the door to the balcony. Well as 5th grade science will tell you if ya go mixing hot steamy air with cool dry air bleep happens. I'm painting feel drops on the back of my neck...look up. There's misty clouds drifting around the ceiling with drops of rain falling. It was a true to life "Mr. Wizard" event...google the guy. Ain't that something.

 

One day it stopped. The cruel selfish mean things stopped. No sparkling lights or Angels about. Wars the big uglies stopped. They just did. Most didn't notice for a while. I didn't...exactly.

Till I went to a Chinese takeout, and they fed me for free.

Police began helping the homeless instead of busting them. Firemen took them into their stations. Regular folks were doing this as well. Treating others like family. The News became very funny. Fox CNN, and the rest of them jokers was all coming clean about lying to us.

Shops began giving useful item to folks. Like at the Chinese place. Where they told me, "...everybody has to eat". None of that Black Friday greed stuff happened. People all over began exchanging things. Not barter exactly. Just a kindness of heart sharing.

All this, and somehow the economy still worked...better than ever. This all over the world. I was watching that BBC special about how our biggest aircraft carriers are being converted into grain ships. The government, and president had nothing to do with it. The Navy, and farmers got together figured it out, and did it. Like them big Israeli Iranian water purification projects in Africa, and other places.

The science guys began getting rid of all the nukes. I mean who needs them things. Mind you folks is still folks. We have all sorts of assholes still running around loose. Just not as many, and they're not in change anymore. However, I'm thinking of voting for some just to watch them go nuts as they're ignored.

As for "The Day", and what the hell it means.

Well, the surprise was that we've been in a post scarcity world economy for over a hundred years. Some of them wonks think longer. Turns out there's more than enough for all. We'd been in a hand to mouth exploitative tradition for so long we just didn't know how to share it. Predatory capital, and Soviet communism were signs as to how wrong we were getting it but were too blinded by habit to see.

So it changed. We 'saw'...and saw at the same moment.

Religious folks think it's some deity or other. However, them smarty pants online, and TV call it an Evolutionary Awakening. Like when the ability for language suddenly spread all over the place.

They think we've had this cooking up for a long time.

Explains them peasant revolts through history. In this country Abolitionist Civil Rights folks art and free speech movements. Similar stuff around the world. One day like a genetic log jam it burst. History moves on. Anyway, besides going back to university...at 73. I finally opened that toy store and free doll hospital. Drop by sometime.

I was alone on the Eastside No.4. Pulling out of Bleeker Street the carriage around me began to fade. The roof became blue sky the floor grass. Bright sun the wind sang. The MTA by magic or string theory had delivered me to Paradise.

Race attitudes are complex. Difficult irrational contradictory. We all have bits of resentments, but know it's nuts so deal with it. Some are just not good at the dealing. Brit rock star "Morrissey" a while ago was mixed up in anti-immigrant hate groups. He was outted when they thanked him for his support. It's sad when someone you dig breaks your heart.

I came across statements negative about the "Freedmen". That is the post-civil war former Black slaves. This said by Walt Whitman. Yeah 'that' Uncle Walt. ...this a few seasons back in the New Yorker. This makes him less saintly, but more like the rest of us. Which of course always he was.

Life is complicated, and tough. So we aspire to compassion, and forgiveness. This as we would want it for all as well as ourselves.

 

In my teens I remember being in a gay café that was raided. We escaped the police through a rear window into the alley. From that to a celebration of our hearts on the tallest spires in NYC.

 

9:00 pm Brooklyn Summer Dusk.

It looks the same at 4:00 pm in late Fall.

 

"...Holy Fuck!"

My 73rd Birthday is creeping up in a few weeks. Can't have that grand parade so I wanna a damned cake! Below is a feasibility study on a scientifically accurate birthday cake. Um....might need a few more candles. I mention this mayhem now in case I forget or sleep through it.

 

"...Recount"

Addendum to below post "Empty House".

Looked at my Stats. Over 3500 came by yesterday. 

Odd that. It's usually very few much fewer,

Could be. Sometimes there are spikes. Still hello and welcome.

Like I sez I'll still post sometimes. Be well.

Btw, here's more from artist Jason Freeny.

Barbie as a real female. Still waiting for a Barbie Trans doll.

There are some being designed. However, Barbie's may be on hold.

Organized bigoted boycotts are having an effect on major brands. Push-back for acknowledging the reality of a whole human community of Trans souls. Ya don't have to like or care about them. They weren't just invented by A.O.C. to piss you off. They've always been here. Like bass guitarists and left-handed folks, they all have a right to life. The far right and left have gone insane with intolerance. 

One burns books the other cancels people.

You might say Mr. Freeny got into the guts of the matter.

 

This post from June 26th, 2021.

*Once upon a time.

The feds released that UFO report today. Turns out UFO's or UAP's as the defense department prefers are real. Yeah, ya heard right...real. No, they didn't say saucer guys or folks from planet Mongo. They did say they ain't lens flares swamp gas Chinese drones or assorted fakes. The latter is too bad. As a kid I made a bunch of neat UFO fakes with my Ma's polaroid camera.

They came to this conclusion from the fact that these things have from the beginning been picked up by various means of sensory data. Radar infrared electronic target tracking systems the works. That, and testimony from folks that work in, and watch the skies for a living.

The damned things show up in the controlled air space of military facilities assorted nuclear power plants. They even buzz our Naval Battle Groups at sea,...they seem to like our carriers. So after near 75 years of telling us it ain't bleep, and we should shut up about it. They come 'somewhat' clean. That, and no one cares. Get that hardly anyone. As one of my old engineer pas would have said ".tis shit don't budge the meter."

Also leave it to a government agency to take the fun out of stuff. Sort of like how NASA made Mars boring. Anyway, like I sez if these were normal times this would be a "Stop the presses!!" moment. Explain to your millennial grandkids what presses are.

*I posted this a few years back. As I say in da post folks wouldn't care and they didn't. Whole thing disappeared in a few days. Folks went back to trying to reinstall that insane guy who used to be president watching porn beating up Queers and burning books. guess everyone was distracted by da Chinese Hoax Covid and its mind control vaccine. Then again maybe them saucer guys might have worked out that free tuition and national health thing. We could use their help with those.

 

"...Empty House"

The biologically correct Barbie.

There isn't much point to any of this. 

I think I'll still post out of habit. It's like Myspace

For those actually out there thanks for following me.

This on my various pages over the last 17 or so years.

I'll still post from time to time...but my heart is no longer in it.

So many family and friends have passed.

This is another time another era and the kids are welcome to it.

Heatwaves coming. 

A friend helped me put up reflective foils and new shades in my windows.

Days go by life goes on the earth abides.

I set my dark matter pocket watch, and shifted to June 22nd, 1968~CE, Washington Square Park. To any watching I would seem to have just walked from under the shade of a tree. There's a Hippie Be-in in progress. I remember taking part in such as a lad. With near 60 more years of life. I see them with different eyes. Time tells me too much. I take a bus to 42nd Street. There were arcades back then. Spent the afternoon playing mechanical pinball machines eating hot dogs watching tourists and rough trade. Porn shop got raided. Late with payoffs. Wanted Chinese food. Entered a phone booth set my watch for 1887 London...Lime House. ...'Puff'

Wednesday, June 21st, 2023, 10:57 AM.

U.S. East Coast Summer Solstice.

 

I’ve been reading the history of Ocean Springs Mississippi U.S.A.

The town where my Slave ancestors were held in bondage.

On February 11th, 1864, the Army of the North landed and eventually

freed the Slaves there including my great-great grandmother ‘Tempy’.

The ‘New Orleans Weekly Times’ March 18, 1864:

“On Tuesday, February 11th, the gunboats, USS Narcissus and the USS Cowslip,

went on an expedition up the Back Bay of Biloxi

in command of Lieutenant Commander W.F. Fitzhugh.

At 10 o'clock A.M. they put to port at Ocean Springs.”

Family history sez Union troops entered the town. No stories of fighting.

After some days the U.S. Army commander read a proclamation on the Courthouse steps.

He declared all ‘Bondsmen’ within the township and surrounding areas were:

“...Forthwith Emancipated.”

~My family was free.~

Today, June 19th, 2023, is the 158th 'Juneteenth' now a National Holiday.

The below official flag representing 'Juneteenth' was created by Ben Haith.

'Juneteenth'…the freeing of the last American Slaves.

This by the Union Army of the North. That day is now a National Holiday.

'Juneteenth' passed by the Senate. And signed into law by the President of the United States.

We live in a Republic of slow but assured Hopes

 

Such a nice day thought I'd drive to a waterfall.

 

Walking has become a matter, but I went out and about.

The sun was good I watched the world wander by.

 

Taken by my friend Marc Kehoe.

 

Asymmetric sleep strange dreams.

So wandered at 3:40 this morning. Heavy traffic.

Their dreams too interesting as well. Such times.

Dawn home ice cream sleep

 

Everybody should play with Dolls and make Music.

We invented Music, and Dolls before we invented War.

 

 

Hard week, feel like crap. I'm staying in for the rest of my life.

Might go out for ice cream tho;.

Stories In my writing I've still not learned to create personalities. To bring souls to life on paper. Narratives I love. That I can do. If I had another 20 years, I might make a dent in the character effort.

I'd love to write plays novels. I get the gist of creating personhoods by arraigning figures dolls collages and such. These are experiments in the quest. Speaking of drama. The skies darkening over the Emerald City this evening. Now flash lightning and thunder. I love the earth.

The world is going to hell as fast as it can be arraigned. So Bob da Bunny reminds us that it's the small kindnesses that keeps ya heart good. With the Summer beginning remember to help our Faerie pals. Put a bowl of ice out on ya windowsill. This for the wee folk. City heat is rough on them. I guarantee it will be gone in the morning.

Did this for Pride Month many years ago.

Nijinsky. As a youth I read everything I could find on him. His story, his strange, wonderful, painful life spoke to me. Touched my soul. It’s good that we’re separated by half a world, and more than a century of apocalyptic history. Otherwise, if I were 16 had a time machine could speak French, and Russian I’d be his shadow. A Queer colored teenager from the 21st century pursues the object of his spiritual longings. All this amid the intrigues of 1911 Moscow.

I see myself with Romola, Nijinsky’s long-suffering wife. She sits me down in my heart’s desires study. 

“Young man you must understand my husband is very busy. His work is very important, and he can’t be disturbed” “I just want to see him” I say. ‘Please, I just want to look into his eyes. ...see his soul. I must understand him” “I wish the same, said Romola. So do we all that love him.” 

That's as far as I take this. How to explain to Romola my time machine being a lad again or You tube

 

David Hammond's created the African American flag. This in honor for the 1990 inauguration of David Dinkins. He was the first African American Mayor of New York City. I also remember a few months after he was elected Staten Island tried to leave NYC because it elected a Black Mayor. Further in uniform white policemen rioted in City Hall's parking lot cursing Dinkins and calling for his death. I remember.

 

Taken from my fire escape observatory. This on the day the sky burned.

 

Like clocks dolls calmly count eternity.

 

Today the skies were still overcast with smoke from the great North American forest fires. Tho' the sun did intermittently poke through. That and the aroma of the fires was less. See above from my kitchen observatory. As I post this evening in The Emerald City...aka NYC. It's raining. Coming in hard for the moment. They said we'd have spot showers around the region. Hope it helps. If you're in town or anywhere in the Mid-West to East Coast be cautious. This bleep is for real. Btw speaking of real just saw the first conspiracy things about all this. How its gawd's punishment for not stoning the usual suspects. Swell. Com'on everyone knows it's da devil smoking his pipe on his back porch. ...stands to reason.

New Climate altered the weather. Less rain dry subsoil less snow...no Spring snow melt. Warm winters longer hotter summer glaciers melting. Drought. Forests dried so fires...lots of them...big ones. Siberia burned next Australia this year Canada and the Pacific Northwest. It's too late to change any of this. The best we can now do is manage it. Btw this is one of the reasons Millennials hate us so much. We did this us and everybody from the start of the Industrial Revolution to now. We refused to change our methods in any way. Because what we did made the right nations and people insanely rich. Now the youngsters have to pay the bill. See the 'Due Bill' above.

Days go by the Earth abides.