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No, nobody is enjoying the COVID-19 crisis

I don’t enjoy wearing masks. But I do so anyway, because I’m a damned grown-up.

This started as a Twitter thread, but I wanted to get it down in my blog for the longer term.

There seems to be this weird myth going along amongst the anti-maskers, anti-distancing, anti-treating-#COVID19-as-a-serious-public-health-threat crowd, that their “opposition” are getting some special joy out of forcing people to obey all these restrictions, regulations, and shutdown activities that they are doing themselves.

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Because the Founders, who regularly evacuated big cities during the summer, would have found mask-wearing a terrible, existential affront.

The idea that we’re all chortling over people being forced to wear masks, shut down businesses, and juggle questions of safety for ourselves, our kids, our parents, our friends, our communities … that idea is not just wrong, not just insulting, but this is maddeningly offensive.

I hate this. I hate all of this. Wearing masks. Treating my mom and in-laws like precious china and restricting myself to things that won’t, in passing, threaten them. Not traveling on vacation. Not having folk over for game day, or BBQs, or (99% likely) Thanksgiving. I HATE it.

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Not knowing what is happening next, or when things will return to normal, or what normal will look like, is pretty awful, too.

And I say that as an introvert who, normally, would just as soon cocoon from the world and recharge my batteries. That little green “recharge is complete, better unplug or else you’ll damage the circuits” light is blinking.

This needful isolation is driving even me bats. So I sympathize with those who hate it even more than I do.

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Too much of an often good thing.

Y’know what I hate more? People taking the measures I feel are moral imperatives to protect my family, my friends, myself … and spitting on them as some kook conspiracy, as some libtard craziness, as a hoax, as a political ploy.

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Yeah, NOW they want to “be like Sweden.” Which only pursued its strategy because it had a robust, publicly funded, universally available health care system that it thought couldn’t be overwhelmed.

Spitting on science AND my own sacrifices as some unbelievable plot to steal some kindergarten sense of FREEDUMM! from people. And, in so doing, making this problem worse, and last longer.

Tantrums are unbecoming a nation that prides itself on strength and a history of resolve. Yet, here we are.

I have screen savers and digital frames of photos of the cool things our family has done: fun travel, enjoyable parties, get-togethers and the like. And I love those pix for the memories they recall, but they also taunt me because I can’t do things like that right now, because they are DANGEROUS to myself and my loved ones.

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Probably not revisiting Greece any time soon. Assuming they’d let Americans back in the door in the first place.

And, again, introvert talking here. I am not the party-three-nights-a-weekend type. But even I need more direct social contact than I am getting.

For various folk to take having to wear a mask to visit their local Costco as some intolerable personal offense, when I am watching the clock run out on being able to travel with my mom to some of the places she’s always wanted to go … is infuriating.

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Tantrums are unbecoming for [see previous caption]
Nobody wants this. Everyone hates this. And in some cases that translates into redirected hate, or at least anger, against people who are making the situation worse, by being self-indulgent, rebelling against sensible measures, and helping further spread this disease. Throwing away the sacrifices already made. Killing and crippling more people, and forcing shut-downs to last longer.

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Yes, please, record your stupidity for posterity. Assuming you have one.

Or worse, those who encourage such irresponsible behavior in their words and deeds, to politically benefit themselves at the cost of goddamned freaking HUMAN LIVES.

This guy. THIS guy.

I am an adult. As such, I acknowledge I cannot do everything I want, and, in fact, am at times morally restrained from doing things that are attractive, things I want to do, things that would be fun, because the cost to myself and (most importantly) others would be too high.

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A lesson we all learn. Sometimes repeatedly.

And sometimes, when temptation is too high or the risk too great, we actually restrict people from doing things. Sometimes temporarily — closing a road because of a possible slide, taping off a crime scene, check-points to find drunk drivers on a holiday weekend — and sometimes permanently.

That’s what being a mature adult is about. Not about stamping one’s foot and demanding “FREEDOM!” from restriction. That’s what six-year-olds do, because their worldview is strictly about them and their wants. Adults are supposed to be different.

We all do, honey. Now shut up and go to your room.

Liberty is not libertinism. Freedom is not about ignoring the freedom of others. We live in a society, not some Libertarian / Hobbesian war of all-against-all. Unless we want our lives to be nasty, brutish, and short.

Ah, the social contract. What we agree to do for each other, for mutual safety and prosperity. I remember those days. Good times, man, good times.

Argue, if you care to, about the facts. About what is actually needed. About how we get to the point where the survival-needful restrictions on our liberty (and economy and convenience and pleasure) can be eased. Have an honest, serious, greater-good discussion about that.

But don’t act like this is a cosmic battle between the Defenders of Liberty and the Right to Party Hearty vs. the Cackling Evil Hordes of Burka-Mandating Authoritarianism. Because you are not only profoundly wrong, but you are being profoundly insulting.

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New Orleans!

It’s a culinary destination location

NOLA has long been on my List Of Place I Want To Visit, but it never quite happened, until our friends Mario and Dirk got married and had one of their celebrations there (where Dirk’s family resides).

Royal Street

Physically, New Orleans reminds me of European cities — broad avenues and narrow streets, streetcars, elegant buildings often gone to seed from disaster or economic upheaval, places trying to find a purpose beyond being a tourist destination.

As a place to go, though, it’s very different from anywhere I’ve traveled. Usually, when I go someplace, there’s things to see. Natural wonders. Historic monuments. Museums.

NOLA has those for the most part. But that’s not why people seem to go there, and not why I’ll be going back.

A mid-afternoon snack at the Palace Cafe.

You go to New Orleans to eat and to drink. (And to party, if one is so inclined. The whole Mardi Gras experience aside, anything is an excuse to party, from the Saints winning a game causing gridlock in the French Quarter (as it did) to a wedding party and a second line parade (which we got to do, too).

But the food and drink and hospitality business is key here.

As we did it at least, a day’s activities consist of:

  1. Walk someplace.
  2. Stop somewhere interesting-looking or recommended for a bite to eat and a cocktail.
  3. Walk some more.
  4. Stop someplace interesting-looking or recommended for a sweet of some sort and maybe some coffee.
  5. GOTO 1

We did a (wonderful) breakfast at the hotel, but aside from that, we didn’t really do meals per se, just, “Hey, there’s that place we heard about, let’s go in there for a bit,” or, “Wow, my feet are hurting, that place looks intriguing to stop in.”

NOLA has signature cuisines — sea food, Creole food, soul food, Cajun food, lots of shrimp and rice and sausage and roux-based sauces, and bread pudding desserts (but with plenty of alternatives) — and plenty to wash them down with. The cheap bars that line the SW end of Bourbon Street will ply you with daiquiris and margs and cheap beer, but most bars of note will have both old favorites and some interesting signature cocktails. These may be tropical, they may be based on gin or pisco, or, most frequently, they start with bourbon or rye whiskey and go from there.

Cocktails

The Sazerac is the grand elder of cocktails here. I grew to like them, though I tried a variety of others.

NOLA, at least in the French Quarter, allows public consumption of alcohol. That usually means plastic cups and containers of garishly colored booze and beer. People tend not to stroll the avenues (not even Royal Street) with a Pimm’s Cup or Chicory Old Fashioned. (That just means you have to finish it up before toddling onto the next spot to try.)

Band at the 21st Amendment Bar.

It’s not, as I indicated all about eating and drinking. It’s also listening to music — live entertainment is all over the place during the evenings, and not hard to find during the day, even discounting the (often very talented) street performers, many of whom actually set up in the street due to the narrow sidewalks.

NOLA is steeped in history, starting its colonial period under the French and Spanish and French again, throwing around dates that make those British settlers on the East Coast sound like Johnny-come-latelies. There’s plenty of later history, from the War of 1812 (thus a legit excuse for Major General Andrew Jackson to have a square named after him, complete with horse) to the Civil War to being a Caribbean hub in the 20s and 30s.

National WWII Museum

Beyond the buildings and stories and museums about that, NOLA sports a very respectable Museum of Art (NOMA), convenient to the streetcar. It also is the home of the National WWII Museum, which is very US-centric (by mission), but an incredibly rich resource worth visiting.

Getting around is pretty easy; the blocks are relatively small, so hoofing it by foot is always a possibility for most things. The town has a very good bus and famous trolley system (currently hampered by a block of Canal Street being shut down to due to the partial collapse of the new Hard Rock Hotel, yikes). We ended up using all of the above, with Lyft filling in some gaps when we wanted to get someplace quickly(ish).

Streetcar

(I would not recommend renting a car, unless there’s things outside easy radius of foot and bus and streetcar that you really want to get to. NOLA drivers are very polite, remarkably talented at not hitting pedestrians, and somewhat insane, and too many areas are a twist of one-way streets to reliably navigate, even with Google Maps.)

It’s rare I go someplace and not want to go back, to explore new stuff and re-explore the old. To that end, I’d definitely do NOLA again. I can get the food and the drink anywhere, but there’s something kind of magical about the environment there makes it special.

Sazerac!

Recommended Places to Eat/Drink:

  • Palace Cafe: Elegant charm, good food, good drink, friendly staff. We ate a couple of mid-afternoon meals there.
  • Sylvain: Some of the best cocktails we had, and decent if simple food offerings.
  • Muriel’s Jackson Square: the food and service and setting for the reception dinner were all great. I’d like to eat there in and of itself.
  • Bourbon House: We stopped there a couple of times. Remarkable bourbon list, and decent food.

Other Recommended Places:

  • AC Hotel by Mariott New Orleans Bourbon: Where we stayed, just a couple of blocks SW of Canal St, in the street that turns into Bourbon when it crosses Canal. Modern rooms, fun building, faboo breakfast.
  • National WWII Museum: Schedule at least half a day. Really.
  • New Orleans Museum of Art (NOMA): Fine midsize museum with an eclectic but solid collection.

Not-Recommended Places:

  • Sazerac Bar mural

    Sazerac Bar in the Roosevelt Hotel: The drinks were fine, the decor and ambience nifty, the bartender engaging. But those fine drinks were $18/pop. Maybe have one for the experience and move on.

Travel note: A lot of stuff (esp. museums and public buildings) is closed on Monday.

Cheers, New Orleans! We’ll be back!

Red light! Blue light!

We assume everyone groups colors the same way as we do. We assume wrongly.

In Japan, the “green lights” are colored … well, pretty much blue. The reason has to do with a challenge to the idea that language about so many things — in this case, color differentiation — is some sort of universal constant.

Different languages refer to colors very differently. For instance, some languages, like Russian and Japanese, have different words for light blue and dark blue, treating them as two distinct colors. And some languages lump colors English speakers see as distinct together under the same umbrella, using the same word for green and blue, for instance. Again, Japanese is one of those languages. While there are now separate terms for blue and green, in Old Japanese, the word ao was used for both colors—what English-speaking scholars label grue.

The result? Though Japan adheres to international standards for green traffic signals, they use a very bluish shade of green in the signals themselves, to align with their own linguistic heritage.

Do you want to know more? Why Does Japan Have Blue Traffic Lights Instead of Green? | Mental Floss

Dying to Get Up

Ascending Everest takes patience. But not in the way you might think.

The waiting line to the top, 5/22/2019.

People joke about dying whilst waiting in line. On Everest, the crowds are such that it’s really happening. Risking your life that way seems kind of … goofy. https://t.co/naqtoqIxp7

I understand, to a degree. The challenge of the nigh-unobtainable (and having a large amount of money and time and money to invest) makes ascending Everest a tempting challenge.

But … if the place is so damned crowded that people are actually dying waiting in line in the hostile environment to take their turn at the summit … is that really the “risk! risk is my business!” kind of thrill that these people are looking for? Is it bragging rights to the folk back home to say that you managed to outlast the queue?

“Because it’s there” is a stirring, heroic sentiment. “Please take a ticket and wait for your number to be called” is not.

Yeah, I’m a sucker for a Personal Q&A memes like this

Favorite smell – Sauteeing onions and garlic; cookies baking; apple pie; mimeographs
Favorite foot attire – Birkenstocks
Favorite restaurant – The Wooden Table (Greenwood Village, CO)
Favorite cereal – As a cold cereal, Cheerios (with plenty of sugar).
Jeans or shorts – Shorts. Though I can put up with jeans.
Favorite Condiment – Sriracha, as a sauce. Garlic Pepper, as a seasoning.
Beach or Mountain – Mountain. I’m seriously not a big sun-and-sand person.
Favorite day of the week – Friday. The anticipation of rest and recreation is so powerful.
Favorite Holiday – Christmas. Gifts, family, food. Hard to beat that.
Tattoos – Do. Not. Want. Needles.
Like to cook – When I want to do something nice for +Margie Kleerup (or when she’s on a business trip).
Favorite color – Cobalt Blue
Do you wear glasses – Since 1st Grade.
Favorite season – Autumn. I love fall colors and cooler temps. Spring is a close second.
Beer or wine – Wine (usually). Preferably a peppery red Zin. In beer, a wheat / hefe.
Favorite drink – Alcoholic: Caipirinha (though at a bar I’ll usually order a G&T). Non-Alcoholic: Root Beer (or, if not indulging, unsweetened iced tea).
Dream Place To Live – Tuscany. As a vacation home.
Favorite Fruit – Limes. For limeades, and for various cocktails.

[h/t +Stuckin D’South]

 

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Woman denied passport even though she has a legal birth certificate

It just wasn’t the right kind of legal birth certificate. Except that’s not the rule.

Notice how it’s always, “We have hard and fast rules that you must comply with, but if one of our people has a whim to make it a harder rule, it’s all on you to comply.”

Followed by, “We can’t comment on this case you are raising on behalf of a private individual because we can’t comment on cases regarding private individuals because of privacy.”

(See also, “TSA”.)




Kansas woman told birth certificate wasn’t enough to prove citizenship for passport
Born and raised in Kansas, Gwyneth Barbara didn’t expect this kind of hassle.

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The Myth and Romance of El Camino Real (mostly the myth)

Growing up in California, I’m quite used to the “bell” signs along highways, marking the route of the “King’s Highway” where missionaries once plodded piously along from one mission to the next.

Except, really, not so much, since the network was largely reinvented in the first few decades of the 20th Century by the automobile and tourism industry — though the marking “El Camino Real” with bells was also quite a boon for a key organizer’s husband, who owned the only bell foundry west of the Mississippi.




How El Camino Real, California’s ‘Royal Road,’ Was Invented
Mission bells along Highway 101 imply that motorists’ tires trace the same path as missionaries’ sandals. But much of El Camino Real’s story is imagined.

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The germiest place in the airport? The security line

All those hands and germs and sighs and growls and stuff make those buckets of x-ray baggage pretty viral, and not in a popular way.

And how often do you think those touched-by-everyone buckets get cleaned?

I might keep my eyes open for a Purell station after going through my next TSA checkpoint. Except that won’t wash off my wallet, my luggage, or whatever else was sitting in those buckets.

(Other high-virus places in the study: any sort of payment keypad; stairway railings; passport counters.)




The dirtiest place at the airport is in the security line, study says |

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In Denver, we OWN our conspiracy theories

Denver International Airport (DEN) has been the subject of endless conspiracy theories since its construction, from rumors of underground labor camps (or bunkers or dwelling places for lizard people), to swastika-shaped runways, to (for some) bizarre murals, to the clearly evil blue horse sculpture at the entrance (“Blucifer” as the locals call it). (See https://goo.gl/jBnR4z for a good sprinkling of these, and more.)

The airport, which is going through a major (and controversial) reconstruction of its main terminal, has decided to run with the joke by festooning its construction walls with posters that hint at … something mysterious going on.

Well done, DEN team. Well done.




The Denver Airport Has the Best Public Service Announcements Ever – Atlas Obscura
Conspiracy or construction?

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Welcome to California!

We arrived in SoCal this afternoon, delivering the boy to college. Whilst having dinner with my brother, we got a nice little "someone ran a truck into the building" kind of jolt (probably about 3 miles from the epicenter), with a small follow-up "ha-ha" a minute later.

No panic, no damage — heck the light over our table didn't even get to swinging (though another one in the restaurant did). But it was a good welcome to earthquake country for +James Hill.




Earthquake east of Los Angeles hits magnitude 4.4, USGS says
A 4.4-magnitude earthquake shook Southern California about 25 miles east of downtown Los Angeles on Tuesday, but there were no immediate reports of damage or injuries, the U.S. Geological Survey said.

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On the Road

We’re delivering the boy to college, but thought we’d stop and take in a couple of Utah’s spectacular national parks — Bryce Canyon and Zion.




2018-08-27 Bryce and Zion NP
19 new photos · Album by Dave Hill

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Somebody is ready to head off to college

Sorry, Kunoichi — I can only afford one tuition payment at a time, and +James Hill takes priority.

#caturday

 

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Movies in the Air

International travel is a time when I get to actually catch up on movies that I missed or couldn’t bring myself to spend money on watching previously. At least that’s what I like to do after the inflight entertainment system reboots …

On our Delta flights to / from Europe, here’s what I watched. (Scores are out of ★★★★★; links are to longer reviews on Letterboxd)

A Wrinkle in Time (2018) ★★½
Glitzy adaptation that falters the more it strays from the source book.
https://letterboxd.com/three_star_dave/film/a-wrinkle-in-time-2018/

Inside Out (2015) ★★★★½ with a ♥
A truly delightful Pixar psychocomedy that I’m kicking myself for not having seen before.
https://letterboxd.com/three_star_dave/film/inside-out-2015/

Batman and Harley Quinn (2017) ★★½
Why Batman: The Animated Series needed the network to keep them from going down a self-indulgent rabbit hole, apparently.
https://letterboxd.com/three_star_dave/film/batman-and-harley-quinn/

Darkest Hour (2017) ★★★★ with a ♥
Remarkable if sometimes uneven biopic about Churchill at the start of WW2.
https://letterboxd.com/three_star_dave/film/darkest-hour/

Thor: Ragnarok (2017) ★★★★ with a ♥
Rewatch. Still funny. Still sometimes too funny for its own good.
https://letterboxd.com/three_star_dave/film/thor-ragnarok/1/

The Jungle Book (2016) ★★★
I was far less charmed than most people, it seems.
https://letterboxd.com/three_star_dave/film/the-jungle-book-2016/

Game Night (2018) ★★★½ with a ♥
Far funnier than it ought to have been. Frothy fun.
https://letterboxd.com/three_star_dave/film/game-night/

Tomb Raider (2018) ★★★½
Run, Lara, run! A good, if humorless and increasingly improbable, adventure.
https://letterboxd.com/three_star_dave/film/tomb-raider/

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I return from a distant land with tales of adventure and loss

So we’re back after a couple of weeks, give or take, doing some extraordinarily fun stuff in the eastern Mediterranean — visiting Athens, cruising on a barquentine through Aegean, Ionian, and Adriatic Seas, and ending up with a few days in Venice.

More on those adventures anon. Now I’m dealing with the “loss” part — specifically, the loss of my wallet in Venice, where I suspect (highest probability) that I dropped it inadvertently out of a pocket I had stuffed it in juggling three things at once, someone picked it up, grabbed the euros from it, and tossed the remainder in a trash can or canal. (I say this because it took me about 6 hours to start canceling the cards, on the off chance that I could find the wallet, and there were no bogus charges put on them in that time.)

Which means the hassle, on return, of replacing my drivers license, my debit/ATM card, and the two credit cards I had brought with me.

It’s at this point that all those handy-dandy automatic payments from one’s credit card come home to roost. I have 14 vendors / services / subscriptions / charities that draw from the card each month, and I anticipate spending an hour or two having to contact each one to say “Use this number.” Though it is a useful opportunity to say, “Hmmm, do I really want to continue that particular service?” Which would be marginally less annoying if this was Sunday like it was supposed to be and our flight from Venice to JFK wasn’t delayed by three hours meaning we had to stay overnight in NYC and thus lose our “One day at home before the work week to unpack and do laundry and fix credit card stuff” and have this be Monday instead after arriving home at 11:30pm last night.

Yes, I know, #FirstWorldProblems, but, hey, I’m back in the US, I’m allowed to kvetch about anything that annoys me. Also, Trump sucks, which has been an ongoing irritation while being out of country, as much as it is being in-country.

On the bright side, I was treated very politely by the carabinieri officer I filed a police report with in Venice, and I have an Italian police report as a trip souvenir.

Speaking of which, three Travel ProTips:

1. If you are taking a credit card overseas, don’t take the one you have all your autopayments done through. I was actually given this advice, but then took that card anyway (as a backup for the one I used while there) because it had a attractive exchange rate. And then kept both cards in my wallet, so that when I lost one, I lost both. Dumb.

2. Do make sure you have a copy of your credit card info with you. I did the front-back photocopy stuff, but as it turns out I could just as well have used my LastPass secure note info for each one (except I don’t usually include the contact phone numbers in my LastPass records, except it turns out that in this Modern Age you can just as easily cancel a credit card through the web page, though that doesn’t include an option to have the replacement sent to where you are, except that didn’t matter for us because we only had two full days left of vacation, or so we thought).

3. Take your time. Don’t do something like “I’ll stuff my wallet in this pocket, rather than take the extra thirty seconds to put it somewhere secure.”

Also, being in a foreign country without credit cards (even if your spouse has some) and DL (even if I had my passport) is a profoundly unsettling thing (though at least one member of our party said that I was outwardly handling it with far greater aplomb than they would have, which was nice). It probably saved me some money in not making purchases I would have otherwise, but, it was still kind of “One step away from disaster” sort of thing. Like when everyone else in my party had already boarded the (late) flight from Venice ahead of me, and then the board pass scanner bleated “Passenger not on this flight” when the attendant ran my ticket through. Ha! That was a really funny few moments of panic as I stood there with just a passport and a EUR 50 bill to survive on, until the other attendants pounded on some computers and got the machine to accept my boarding pass.

Okay, enough complaining. I have many wonderful photos and experiences to curate and report on, and will do so as soon as the couple-dozen higher priority things on my list are resolved. Regardless, it’s good to be home.

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I CAN HAZ TRIP?

Purrl is all ready to go!

 

In Album 7/11/18

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Service Dinosaur

Heh.

#jurasicworld #travel #serviceanimal

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American Airlines REALLY does not want my money

You know what, I’ll flat-out say it — unless it is the only way to get to my destination (and I’m talking even if that means flying at an inconvenient time or a more expensive flight), I will not set foot on an American Airlines micro-bathroom-equipped airplane. Period.

(At least until all the other airlines hop on the same bandwagon, because, a dozen extra seats per flight? To the extent that they are flying money-making equipment, not transportation for human beings, sure, every airline exec is going to be foaming at the mouth for that. At least back in steerage class.)

I mean, what next? A slop bucket would take up too much leg room. Catheterization? Bring-your-own Depends?




American Airlines’ Tiny New Bathrooms Test Limits Of What U.S. Passengers Will Put Up With
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The Disaster of A.D. 79

I’ve had the privilege of visiting both Pompeii and Herculaneum. They are remarkable sites (and sights). A touring Pompeii exhibit — not, I think, the one mentioned in Chicago — came through Denver a few years back.

If you have the chance to go to such an exhibit (if not the places themselves), I highly recommend it. The lesson of life interrupted, of a glimpse of disaster overcoming people who had no clue it was coming, and just the plain old richness of understanding of Roman life that both these cities provide is well worth the effort.




Resurrecting Pompeii
A new exhibition brings the doomed residents of Pompeii and Herculaneum vividly to life

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Memorial Suspended

The USS Arizona memorial is indefinitely closed, due to structural issues.

For those who had been planning to visit (something that’s been on my list but never quite fulfilled):

Memorials to the Oklahoma and Utah are on the opposite side of Ford Island from the Arizona and are still open. The monument’s visitor center also remains open, and includes a museum, documentary on the attack and harbor tours.




Exterior Cracks Force Indefinite Closure of the USS Arizona Memorial
Workers are currently assessing the damage to the iconic structure that straddles the sunken ship

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Garden Sale Tips

“Let’s split the party” doesn’t turn out well at the Botanic Garden Plant Sale, either. #dndmetaphors