It took me awhile to decide whether to hate James Cameron or not. I do. He recently took a one-man dive in a submersible 6.8 miles into the Mariana Trench. Cameron was quoted as describing it as “…a completely black void like being on the moon or the first 45 minutes of ‘Titanic’”. While it is true it was part of a National Geographic expedition, the real reason he made the trip was to find a place to store his extra ego that he no longer could contain.
Although it is admirable that he is devoting time and money to research instead of drugs, I do think he should have left the final drop to the poor bastards that devoted their lives to oceanography and without whose help he could not have accomplished this feat. You know, the scientists that aren’t named in any of the news reports. If it were me, I would have made the second descent, stopping a foot short.
It’s springtime here again in Colorado and that means two things. First, it is mating season for skunks. No I’m not talking politics again. These are the four-legged Pepe LePew variety. Love is in the air, or something like it, as our road-kill gives off an interesting aroma of romance and nausea. Everyone slows down to below the speed limit avoiding the necessity of digging chunks of skunk out of the groves of new Michelins radials.
The second is the wildfires, which is a much more serious topic. Growing up on the east coast, every season was just as malaise-filled as the previous one. But Colorado is similar to the Gulf States, where certain times of the year call for extra precautions. With winds blowing at 50 mph, and humidity around 23%, fires start and travel very quickly. You can’t fight nature but learn to live with it. It helps make a community what it is as everyone needs to contribute to the safety of the area. I have a real appreciation to those that battle the fires (I guess you can fight nature), and in the Gulf’s case, contain the floods. Thank you for doing a dangerous job and keeping us safe.
Now onto another topic…
I was sitting in a coffee bar last week eavesdropping on a family at the next table. The little boy asked his mom about reincarnation (this is Boulder remember) and if she did what kind of animal would she come back as. “I think I would like to be an otter,” she told her son. “What about you dad?” He answered “The kind that kills otters.”
Our dog is getting a bit long in the tooth these days. My daughter thinks we should buy pet insurance. “What for?” I asked. “In case she gets sick and needs medicine,” she answered. “Honey,” I said in my soothing daddy voice “the only medicine we’ll ever need for her is a shovel.” Now anytime I do any gardening she acts as chipper as a puppy.
Things have been busy around here lately. My daughter is off from school this week and my wife quit her job. She said she is taking the summer off. When I pointed to the calendar that still had March on it, she just laughed and said “Why don’t you make trout almandine for dinner?” I think I have my work cut out for me.
I am working on a painting for a local competition that is due in three weeks. So far I am pretty happy with the results, which is leading to endless anxiety-filled sleepless nights. I’ll post it when completed. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with an inking I did from a model session.
One last note: I removed a filter from this blog so anyone can post a comment without the need for registering. This will make it easy to comment. And I just know those comments will be of a positive nature, right?