I can’t imagine anyone hunting whales in our area.
It is Tuesday morning in my bedroom. The implications of this fact include but are not limited to:
- Loud machines pretending to clean the road will soon be terrorizing the Western end of the mid-Bartlett corridor.
- The city-wide emergency siren system will fire up for its weekly test in a little bit.
- I am wearing jeans and drinking espresso instead of pants and coffee.
In consideration of the high probability of the following events occuring:
- The sun becoming too hot to support life on planet Earth in ~1×109 years
- The Earth’s oceans evaporating in ~1.9×109 years
- The sun shedding its outer layers, producing a planetary nebula with a hot core emitting 100 times more power than the sun today. in ~7.65×109 years
…I thought it might be nice to recognize that right now it’s early February in San Francisco city and therefore:
- Bernal Hill is green and the Ocean Beach tides are finally starting to recede.
- You could probably just show up and get a seat on an Alcatraz tour.
- The cherry blossoms are blooming.
In this brief moment of cosmic calm, I want to tell the world (i.e. Nowell, dad, Ben, Cat, Erin, Rachel, Erin) about a few things that are going on, divided in to separate posts to accommodate internet-scale attention spans, of course.