Salting, or peppering, with nickel
Just learned about an exercise (in frustration) that beats the average jigsaw puzzle. In Germany, a museum has a set of stone reliefs that were damaged during the war. Stone reliefs, heated and cooled until the rock fragmented. Somebody saw fit to gather the pebbles into boxes for storage, and somebody else realized that with some careful assembly… well, think Lego without the regular forms. Careful glue and thought could result in recognizable forms. Could.
Took the extra step, last evening, and ordered my next laptop. I’m back in debt (and anticipation). The new machine will arrive next week, opening up hours of trying to get my virtual world to work the way I like. A perfect replacement for reality.
Son #2 stopped in this evening, to take possession of his latest purchase. A compressed gas cylinder, to put a little head on the brew. Amazing, the things that people buy. In my time, we figured that an odd shaped “church key” was enough to see us through the weekend. I wonder if he can use the potential energy to do something else. Something newsworthy.
The city is still trying to find out who’s salting one neighbourhood with powdered nickel. Even the mayor wants to know. Funnily, there’s only one company in the nearby port that actually deals in the commodity, but they seem to be operating under a cloak of invisibility.
We’re now into the time of year where I pay close attention to the disappearing snow. Here’s a recap of the last eight years, same date, same time:
Yes, I know that this year’s photo is five days late. Don’t fixate. Thank you very much.
