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Here’s a blog post. Not sure what it’s about, really. Just some typing right now. Quite self-conscious about doing the typing at this point. Is self-conscious hyphenated? Probably not, right? Hyphenation is one of those things that I’m a little shaky on. Little Shaky. Was Shaky little? I dunno actually. I always assumed he was. Not a conscious thought, now that I think about it. This is the first time I’ve actually thought is Shaky small? Shaky is a word that feels like it should have an ‘e.’ Shakey seems better than Shaky. His real name is Michael Barratt. Same name as an astronaut. And I wonder: do young people still say astronaut when they’re asked what they want to be when they grow up? Footballer or astronaut are the two I remember saying or thinking when I was little. Do children still think space stuff is fascinating and exciting? I hope so. To me, it always felt wrong seeing the US flag on the moon. Obvs, I understand why, and that the USSR would’ve done the same, but it just feels a bit childish. Plus, it’s kind of an ugly flag, in my opinion. Gaudy. I don’t like the British one either. Just a mess. Looks like a school project not a real flag. France. Now there’s a good flag. Solid, simple. La rue Montorgueil à Paris. Fête du 30 juin 1878. So today is Victory Day. It often amazes me how we do, as the saying goes, learn something new every day. Like, a moment ago, when I went to Wikipedia to get the URL for their Victory Day page, I saw that what we called the Eastern Front, the Soviets called the Great Patriotic War. It’s a little bit interesting how sometimes we retrofit our memories of things to include other things. When I think of watching videos online in the early 2000s, I mentally slide a YouTube design around it. When that clearly wasn’t the case. I wonder how many Web site cookies the average person has on their computer. With all the Shak(e)y talk earlier, I’m now listening to Neil Young. There’s a sparrow perched on the ledge of the balcony making a real racket. Just chirping like crazy. Hopefully, he’s a politically active sparrow, talking to his comrades. Urging them to rise up and kill us all. I hope when the birds take over, they dismantle all the bird control spikes, and start building human control spikes, to stop us from roosting wherever we want. The day we aren’t at the top of the pile will be a good day for the planet. Hey, sparrow-on-the-balcony, you probably won’t see the day. Your children or grandchildren or great great-great-great-grandchildren won’t see the day, either. But one of your descendants will one day see the humans die out. Buildings full of books and plugs and shampoo will all be yours. And when at some point a future creature has the skills that humans currently have, and they do archaeology and everything, they might find some evidence of my existence. But it won’t be me. I’ll just be a human that died. They will not know about Minipops or this blog. No thoughts of legacy. No Craig Robinson Memorial Library. I’m just filling time. Wake up, do stuff, go to bed. Repeat ’til dead.

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Sign of the Times by Harry Styles

On this day
Rio, 9 May 2008

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
Guatemalan genocide

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May 9th, 2017 at 3:59 am

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