Synchronized update
Life is reduced to charging devices
Damned to eternal update hell
Bitcoin indulgences ring in virtual coffers
But no souls spring from the depths of our self-made electronic purgatory
Enslaved by our devices
Can we ever learn to breathe again?
Half moon at sunset
Sunset
You all’s souls may be trapped in a self-made cyber purgatory, but I’m just beeing. Just sayin’!
Moon strays farther from Mars and Venus.
Venus, Mars, stars, and the Moon aligned last night from lower right to upper left.
The key to the night sky last night from LiveSky.com.
How many flies do flycatchers catch when flycatchers are catching flies? That is a good 17-syllable question. However, I couldn’t get a Timku out of the question as it is phrased. I made a couple of gifs and wrote and recorded a silly song to go with the gifs, and made a music video instead of a Timku.
This lizard ran up ahead of me and stopped in a sliver of shade and looked at me. When it saw its reflection in the Bazooka, it came back toward me to challenge the lizard in the lens. I had to back up because it got too close for me to focus. It did push-ups for the challenge.
Blue Grosbeak
Bunny in the bosque
New Mexico whiptail lizard
Sparrows
Bullfrog hanging in the current
Turtle
Turkey Vulture
Sunrise
Dragonfly
Oriental Lily
Peace
Ladybug on a daisy.
Native Bee on a daisy.
Green polka dot beetle on a daisy.
Moon, Mars, and Venus are at the lower right.
Sunrise as seen from the same as it ever was scene.
Tristan’s funky chickens at the Solstice party. Chickens may be fowl, but they know how to party.
Drama in the southern sky.
Orange in the western sky.
Venus and the moon riding a black dragon.
Spunk: “Bah, Solstice humbug! The stinking day lasts too stinking long on stinking Solstice!”
Venus and the sliver moon at dust again.
Night sky looking east.
Sol the orange and black striped beetle: “I love Solstice and having a long day to lounge in the daisies!”
Night sky looking west.
Night sky looking north.
Night Sky Looking south.
Sunset no AI
The beta version of Adobe Photoshop has Generative AI, which I tested. For those of you who are familiar with my music videos using images generated by AI image generators based on my lyrics, the AI-compiled images were more degenerate, on the edge of profligate, than engendered. The results are not much better in Photoshop (beta).
This image is the best result by asking PS Beta to add a UFO.
I asked for a horse, a white horse, and a black horse. The black ram was the best of the three choices that PS Beta offered for a white horse.
PS Beta produced the unbearable likenesses of planets — Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars from left to right. It did okay on the Milkyway.
PS Beta produced fairly bearable likenesses of hummingbirds.
Woke Spunk from a Dream
Looked at me with squinted eyes
Let sleeping cats lie
The Strawberry Moon at 98.9% full last night. It will be 99.9% full tonight, but it will rise after 10:00 PM.
Do you see the bees?
Venus setting as the moon rose.
Loki
We had a cat 7 on the bed this morning. Having all seven cats on the bed at the same time is an extremely rare event. The cats from left to right: Glenda, Silver, Loki, Gwendolyn, Marble, Sasha, and Spunk.
I stayed in bed for an hour after I woke up. I wanted to let mostly sleeping cats lie. It was cold as hell inside and even colder outside when I got out of bed and checked the temperatures at 7:07 AM. It was probably a few degrees colder outside at 6:00 AM when I woke up. It was obviously cold enough that all the cats felt the need to be in bed with us.
The moon shining on Venus.
The cloud looked a little fishy.
If you don’t want to listen to the new song (it’s hard rock/metal) about the new abnormal, you can simply enjoy the photo of the sliver moon and Venus hanging out together in the clouds last night.
While I was cleaning out my address book of people who have died or simply disappeared over the past three years, I realized that outside of my family and work, I have only a few real, in-the-flesh friends in town who I rarely see. I started thinking about how my physical world has grown so small, how the powers that be work hard to keep the world in turmoil, and while their mouthpieces and talking heads in the popular press speak of the “new normal” it’s really the “new abnormal” that is being shoved down our throats. For better or worse, it inspired a new song.
New Abnormal
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[verse]
I’ve watched my world as it’s grown so small
I sit, I stare, as I listen to The Wall
I would like to break bottles in the hall
But plastic bottles won’t break at all.
I’m feeling spastic I’m all alone
My world is dreary no one’s home
[Chorus]
Will we ever be normal again?
Can we say what normal has been?
The new abnormal is tearing us asunder
They divide us up as they plunder.
[verse]
The hand of doom it pleases me
Mother Mary, can you set me free?
“Man, oh man, you sinned indeed!
Maybe that’s why you can’t see!”
I may be blind my cross-eyed Mary
But the world I see is desolate and scary
[Chorus]
Will we ever be normal again?
Can we say what normal has been?
The new abnormal is tearing us asunder
They divide us up as they plunder.
[Bridge]
All my friends have disappeared
Pandemic lockdowns made us weird
Thinking each other is deranged
Now we are ideologically estranged
Isolation made us rage
We took it in, we felt the pain
Masked like bandits, identities were lost
Now we’re strangers. Was it worth the cost?
[Outro]
Will we ever be normal again?
They said our norms were mortal sins
Their new abnormal will save us any bother
They divide us up
Will we ever be normal again?
They said our norms were mortal sins
Their new abnormal will save us any bother
They divide us up.
They send us off to slaughter
Resa’s Tree was having a wild hair day at dawn.
Towhee singing a morning song.
A Mountain Chickadee made a quick stop on the garden cart. I barely got in two shots edgewise.
Butterfly on Brian’s favorite flower.
Lady Banks. Our first rose to bloom.
Contrails at dusk disturbed the ghosts, who went plasmatic on me.
Venus and Sliver Moon in western sky. Clouds, contrails, and stars in southern sky. Stars over luminous cottonwoods in northern sky.
Resa’s Tree blowing off steam after having wild hair at dawn.
Hmmm! Temperatures aligned.
Off Center & Not Even 