In Monday's "Music Moves Me" I mentioned merely toe-tapping to the music at the desk when I gather hours of music links from the to-listen-to list. Someone new to this web site thought that meant I'm one of those who go online from a wheelchair. I'm not part of that community and don't want to appropriate their culture. The "disability" that keeps me in the desk is a desire to download and copy as much as possible from the Internet, before ethical considerations force me out of it. My time here may be limited.
Of course, the more of us say no to anything "cloud-based," the longer we'll be able to enjoy the Internet. Microsoft, even with that "extended service" foofarah? Gotta go. Can Linux keep us out of "the cloud"? If not, then I'm sorry, the Internet has got to go...until it can be rebuilt with stringent privacy policies, the virtual equivalent of the US Constitution, not one peek even at another person's search history unless you're paying for it or you've obtained a warrant based on evidence of criminal activity.
Animals
From out of the Time Warp of the Slow-Slogging Blogger, some spring butterflies from England...still pretty aren't they?
Etiquette
Three short poems on the general topic of etiquette prompt this thought: We all learn different rules for conversation, because we all grew up conversing with different people. How many words per minute should people utter? What can we assume that other people understand? Which languages do we speak, under which circumstances? The ideal of politeness would be to be able to recognize what everyone else considers polite and use that set of rules with that person. In practice this is possible only within very small close-knit groups. In a more general way, it helps if everyone understands that introverts' sense of etiquette is based on showing respect for everyone's boundaries, while extroverts' sense of etiquette is based on pushing the limits of boundaries to establish dominance. Extroverts whine that they don't "feel seen as persons" when their screams for attention are politely ignored, their pushes for dominance tactfully deflected. Right. Afaic youall may not be persons; you're certainly not polite persons with whom I enjoy conversation. Deal with it. Introverts' etiquette is in et per se better. Deal with it. These poems are clearly about introverts' etiquette, so megadittos to Russel Winick.
"Interrupting" is, technically, part of conversation in the sense that at some point one person finishes what person is saying and, usually nonverbally, invites another person to "interrupt." The invitation can take the form of a question, a long pause, a moment of eye contact. There is some room for different views of how long a pause needs to be before it's an invitation to someone else to start talking, what makes a sentence sound like a question, etc. Introverts tend to talk more softly and more slowly, and pause more often, than extroverts do. Extroverts tend to read this as a submissive display that invites extroverts to assert dominance. They are mistaken. We instinctively want to show respect to other people but we also instinctively want them to show respect to us. And in fact, if someone interrupts me too quickly or too often, or makes any other display of an unspoken belief that person is more important than I am--at some level I do "leave the conversation," right there. Person has just outed perself as SOMETHING TIRESOME, TO BE AVOIDED. If the atmosphere was "warm and friendly," it just iced over. I am not particularly shy. I'm cutting off conversation and moving away not because I'm afraid that you won't liiiike me but because I want to start avoiding even thinking about you right now.
Missing Persons
The National Park Service is not so much political as time-serving, paper-pushing, and back-covering. As when a policy of allowing bears and wolves to roam around as if they were squirrels, implemented to satisfy some sentimental rich person's fantasy that conserving the "apex predators" equals conserving the whole ecology, leads to a "missing" hiker. Fellow Virginians, we need to spread the truth. A bear that can be seen by a human is a bear that needs to become a rug. A National Park Service that allows bears to roam and breed in parks is a National Park Service that needs to be completely defunded. The existence of evidence that a government employee even thought of allowing a bear to attack a human and whining that the attack was caused by budget cuts should call for an investigation that will send at least one employee to prison for life, shut down the office until it's restocked with a better quality of employees, and open discussion of whether the entire park has to be fully privatized, or can be made bear-free and reopened to the taxpayers who own it.
Music
Ludovico Einaudi.
"Maggie the Afterlove Voice."
Aukai.
Kenny G.
Beatles, together and separately.
Nelung Tsering Topten.
Marcy Playground.
Ragini Rainu.
Sufjan Stephens.
Folk Anatolia. (Fun to watch the video and see if you can do what they do!)
Chris Isaak.
Flute of the Andes.
J.J. Cale.
Sanctus Real. (Christian content.)
Authentic Unlimited. (They are authentic; this is the kind of "country" music I grew up with.)
Pete Townshend.
Black Keys.
Dr Hook.
Traffic.
Clarence Carter, who, you may or may not have heard, slipped away last spring. He was 90 years old.
Tom Petty.
Dara. (Yes, European.)
Yeah Man.
Abba.
Crosby, Stills, Nash, and/or Young.
Katrina & the Waves.
Quicksilver Messenger Service.
Little Big Town.
Roberto Cacciapaglia.
Kodaline.
Arthur Migliazza.
Dan & Shay.
Alan Parsons.
Need To Breathe.
Emerson, Lake, & Palmer.
Tommy James.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6FkUwt88as (a different version of the same song)
Jack Bruce.
Bangles. (This link is to an individual's select playlist of songs about Mondays. No, I don't have a problem with people singing or talking about Mondays on a Tuesday.)
Ezio Bosso.
Random elevator music to go with a changing data video. "Data Is Beautiful." At least the video format makes it interesting--once.
Lotte Kestner.
Politics
In spite of the kicking and screaming, simply getting the criminals off the streets works.
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