Tempus edax, homo edacior
“Time destroys, man destroys more”
Introversion aside, I’ve tried to be judicious with how much time I’ve spent around actors. Which may be why I had never heard of Sam Christensen until Dan Harmon made a couple of passing references to Christensen’s concept of an actor’s “essence” which, as I have gleaned, is something about one’s core qualities—revealed by the compliments and insults one has gotten over their whole life—that are immediately apparent to other people (and which, presumably, can be leveraged for branding.) Or something. I’m sure Gene Cousineau could explain it better
This essay by Anna Borges really resonated with me. (No one freak out, please. Like her, I’m trying to explain a feeling here, not express an intention.)
The notion of “passing driftwood” was something I particularly identified with. Looking forward to the release of Kill Bill was one for me. And then, bonus, when it was decided to split it into two films, looking forward to Kill Bill: Vol. 2 was another.

As I wade through two decades of legacy code at work, I’m constantly reminded of two things: The Homer quote above and the madness-inducing Book from Neal Stephenson‘s Anathem.
I once made a list of the most populous cities in China here.
But way better is this amazing, animated chart of the most populous cities in the world from 1500 to 2018:
https://observablehq.com/@johnburnmurdoch/bar-chart-race-the-most-populous-cities-in-the-world
Eric and I also went to the top of the Freedom Tower. The walls of the elevator were floor-to-ceiling video displays showing a CG representation of the island of Manhattan from the 16th century to the present.
Despite the nauseating hypercapitalism of the whole thing (ticket price! VIP upgrade! AR tablet rental! mandatory group photo! garish souvenir shop!) the views from the top were impressive.

The black square below is the fountain of the National September 11 Memorial & Museum built on the footprint of the old Twin Towers.
I discovered that the Freedom Tower is the tallest building in the Western hemisphere and then realized that I had been to the top of 4 of the tallest 11 buildings (currently) in the world.

My oldest friend Eric was in NYC for work. One of the days we were hanging out, we took the Staten Island Ferry. Because free. Please note that neither of us sang Carly Simon.
These lines from Seamus Heaney‘s poem The Cure at Troy stir me:
“History says, Don’t hope
On this side of the grave,
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme.”
| Life in Early 21st Century Middle Class America | Life on Earth | |
|---|---|---|
| Nature | Have my genes equipped me to survive in this culture? | Have my genes equipped me to survive in ANY culture? |
| Nurture | Has my upbringing equipped me to survive in this culture? | Has my upbringing equipped me to survive in ANY culture? |
Ever find yourself creating & populating a matrix only to realize that you’re probably better off not dwelling on the topic anyway?

I stumbled on these strange but lovely Chinese Dr. Who posters.
Apparently, the Chinese title is 神秘博士 (Shénmì Bóshì) which translates to something like “Mysterious Doctor”!


Sometimes I feel like the only thing to do is stay on top of what’s happening in the world by watching a huge bank of video monitors like Ozymandias in Watchmen.

Finally had a chance to see How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World. Like the first two, it’s pervaded with a sense of wondrous beauty and aching loss. The villain, Grimmel the Grisly, is a dragon hunter. As a boy, he killed a Night Fury in its sleep and was praised as a hero by his village. Ever after, he has devoted his life to the extermination of all Night Furies. He is aided by the Deathgrippers, a lethal breed of dragons he’s enslaved:
“They’re dragon killers, drugged into obedience with their own venom.”
That line keeps echoing in my mind. I’m already prone to melancholy, but the bittersweet climax followed and it’s joyous coda struck a chord . Then I sat through the credits, of course, watching as the names of dozens and dozens and dozens scrolled by. Dear friends, work friends, acquaintances, and people I only ever know by their login names.
My friend Debbie & I went to see a stage adaptation of Network on Broadway starring Bryan Cranston (in the Peter Finch role) and Tony Goldwyn (in the William Holden role.) Only afterward did I remember that those two had already worked together to play Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong in From the Earth to the Moon!
Written and set in the mid-1970s, it was unnerving how contemporary original screenwriter Paddy Chayefsky‘s work feels. News as spectacle. Corporate ownership of news outlets. Arabian oil money. The Russians.
“I’m as mad as hell and I’m not gonna take this anymore!”
But we did. We did take more. America took a lot more.
Ordered some doubanjiang so I could try my hand at making my Sichuan favorite, mapo doufu.
Hadn’t added quite enough ground Sichuan peppercorns yet, which cause both a numbness and a sensation of vibration (around 50 Hertz!)