Saturday, March 30, 2019

Jukebox Saturday Night for March 30th, 2019: The San Francisco Heart Stirred and Jet Flight Disturbed Edition -OR- What's Up?

View from the pedestrian walkway of the Golden Gate Bridge facing Marin County, 5:07 p.m. March 23, 2019


Well, given my just-concluded trip there, I can't think of a more appropriate way to start this Jukebox Saturday Night edition …

"I Left My Heart in San Francisco" as performed so memorably by Tony Bennett

I would have preferred a version without the lyrics shown in follow-the-bouncing-ball fashion, but it features a pleasing montage of images of the City by the Bay.

As explained by Wikipedia, a.k.a., the Keeper of All Knowledge:

"I Left My Heart in San Francisco" is a popular song, written in the fall of 1953 in Brooklyn, New York, with music by George Cory and lyrics by Douglass Cross (1920–1975) and best known as the signature song of Tony Bennett. In 1962, the song was released as a single by Bennett on Columbia Records as the b-side to "Once Upon a Time," peaked at #19 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100, and was also included on the album I Left My Heart in San Francisco.

It also reached number seven on the Easy Listening chart. The song is one of the official anthems for the city of San Francisco. In 2018, it was selected for preservation in the National Recording Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or artistically significant."


And then there is this song …

"(Theme from) San Francisco" as performed by Judy Garland in a live performance at the London Palladium on Nov 8, 1964

The song itself is from the 1936 film San Francisco and is sung multiple times by Jeanette MacDonald -- hence Garland's opening reference to her. If I may again cite Wikipedia, this is a popular sing-along song at public events such as the city's annual commemoration of the 1906 earthquake. It is one of two official city songs, along with, it goes without saying, "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" (source here).


OK, and given my recent, gruelingly unpleasant cross-country (as in, transcontinental) flights, I can't think of a better song and its accompanying video than this one …

"Learn to Fly" by Foo Fighters from their release There Is Nothing Left to Lose (1999)

Ah, the Foo Fighters. Quite the amazing band with quite the amazing founder, Dave Grohl.

In the video to this hit song, Grohl and his bandmates play multiple characters to include aforementioned gay male flight attendant in a parody of those Airplane! and Airport movies.

About the video, I'm not sure that the group could so blithely make such a politically-incorrect video in 2019 as in 1999 with so many stereotypes and tropes including that of a flamingly gay male flight attendant -- as the PC Thought Police would descend in  an angry Twitter mob -- but it is kind of hilarious.

Foo Fighters at Lollapalooza Berlin 2017

Below is embedded a nice 8-minute story from CBS Sunday Morning last July about Dave Grohl including his serious stage injury at a concert in Sweden back in 2016 (and how he came back onstage to continue performing), his teenage years in the then-active D.C. punk scene (Grohl grew up in nearby Springfield, Va.), his Nirvana period, and the post-Kurt Cobain suicide / band dissolution period that resulted in formation of Foo Fighters. (April 5th marks the 25th anniversary of Cobain's suicide.) 

Oh, and just FYI, as the Keeper of All Knowledge explains (and confirmed by Grohl himself in the above-embedded CBS story), the group got its name from UFOs and other aerial sightings reported by Allied aircraft pilots in World War II, which were known collectively as "foo fighters."


And we will end on a seemingly different note, except not really …

"What's Up?" by 4 Non Blondes from their album Bigger, Better, Faster, More! (1992)

This is a wonderful, powerful, and poignant song. Although not directly related to the San Francisco theme of this entry, I should note that the now-defunct rock band quartet was from there and the video features images from the city.

I'm also happy to note that Linda Perry is doing just fine. I say that because she looks like the kind of super-talented artist who dies young from addictions and other demons they can't control. A recent Rolling Stone article about her states:

Pop tunesmith is only one of Perry’s many careers. Since becoming famous as a member of 4 Non Blondes in the late Eighties, Perry not only survived one-hit-wonder status in the '90s with "What's Up" but went on to remake herself as an A-list songwriter and producer, working with a diverse group of acts from Miley Cyrus to Weezer.

This year, Perry is up for a Grammy in the Producer of the Year (Non-Classical) category for her work on albums by teenaged singer Willa Amai and rocker Dorothy, as well as for the soundtrack to Served Like A Girl, a documentary about female military veterans that includes Perry-helmed songs by Pink, Aguilera and others.

Read the part in the above-linked article about why and where she was inspired to write What's Up?


OK, I'm going to end this entry now. Also, I'm not going to post a Saturday Evening Post entry as this JbSN edition took 3-1/2 hours to compose -- time I should have spent on one of the meeting writeups I need to have finished by Monday, and that was the reason I came into the office this Saturday afternoon.

View of the Transamerica Pyramid Building from Columbus Avenue in the North Beach section of San Francisco, Calif., 1:07 p.m. March 24, 2019


My next planned entry will be late Monday or early Tuesday (and I intend to post more of my San Francisco trip pictures).


Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Returned From My San Francisco Combination Pleasure & Work Trip, But With Too Much To Do (and Thus Limited Upcoming Blogging)

Golden Gate Bridge view from the Presidio, 4:31 p.m. March 23, 2019

This entry contains a small subset of the pictures from my San Francisco trip this past weekend.


Back home tonight in my wee, lamp-lit apartment with my window air conditioner humming away.

San Francisco view from the Golden Gate Bridge, 5:19 p.m. March 23, 2019


So …

While the San Francisco trip was overall quite enjoyable and the work portion (culminating in yesterday's workshop at SLAC in Menlo Park) went sufficiently well, the jet trek from DCA to SFO via DEN and then back across the entire wee hours of last night / this morning were both, well, grueling and highly unpleasant. This is the case even though I met and had good conversation with three very different people on two of the four flight legs.

Transamerica Pyramid Building, San Francisco, Calif., 2:40 p.m. March 24, 2019


This included lying on the floor of Denver International Airport's A concourse at 4:30 a.m. MT this morning and not getting any sleep for about 30 hours even while having to endure my particular carrier's Greyhound-bus like service and conditions. I don't think I want to deal with Frontier again.

There were a couple other issues, too, but I'm not going to go into those right now.

A bicyclist backdropped by the Pacific Ocean from the Presidio, San Francisco, Calif., 4:17 p.m. March 23, 2019


I got back to DCA -- totally spent -- around 12:20 p.m. and was home in my apartment about an hour later. The weather was sunny, tranquil, and a bit chilly (temps only around 50F) for this early spring day. Interestingly, and welcomingly for my exhausted return, D.C. -- or at least the U Street corridor on my walk from the Metro station -- was unusually quiet and not-awful.

The famous intersection of Haight and Ashbury, San Francisco, Calif., 5:24 p.m. March 24, 2019


I went to bed around 2:30 p.m. and slept until nearly 9 p.m. I got up and went to the nearby Yes! grocery store. I'm back home watching my usual MeTV nighttime line up (WKRP in Cincinnati, Hogan's Heroes, Carol Burnett and Friends, and maybe Perry Mason, although I need to be back asleep in a couple of hours).

In the meantime, I'm going to make some dinner, shave and shower, and then going back to bed by midnight. I have to get up by 6 a.m. for another all-day meeting event -- this one in Crystal City rather than on the other side of the country but I still need to be there by 8 a.m. My plan is go to the gym (finally) tomorrow night. Things should start to get back to normal by Friday.

Yours truly beside the roiled, chilly surf of the Pacific Ocean, San Francisco, Calif., 4:01 p.m. March 24, 2019

On Sunday, I took a conveniently timed Muni #5 route bus from the Financial District to the end of the line near the beach at Fulton Street. I walked all the way back via Lincoln Way and then through Haight-Ashbury. (It was a bit too late in the day to try to figure out how to navigate Golden Gate Park.)


View of Sutro Tower from Lafayette Park, San Francisco, Calif., 2:38 p.m. March 23, 2019

This was taken on Saturday during my 10 to 12 mile walk about that including a trek through the Presidio and back and forth over the Golden Gate Bridge. It was a stunningly beautiful day.


However, I need to have the notes from both meetings written up in short order (the SLAC one by early next week). For this reason, blogging will be a bit uncertain even though I have scores of pictures I want to post.

View from Lafayette Park, San Francisco, Calif, 2:40 p.m. March 23, 2019


The other issue is that I have a lot of work to do during the month of April to include eight detailed financial monitoring reports. I need to do this before my dad's upcoming visit from Florida at the end of the month during which time I will take off several days from work. We are going to New Jersey -- to our home area of Long Branch and Asbury Park -- in what will likely be the last time we ever do such a thing.

Side street on a Sunday afternoon in San Francisco, Calif., 1:04 p.m. March 24, 2019

I think this is in the North Beach section of the city. The occasion of the crowd were a series of book and poetry readings on the 100th birthday of the poet beat generation poet, painter, and social activist Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Unexpectedly, I ended up at a reading at the Café Zoetrope where I was having lunch at the little bar.


The bar at Café Zoetrope, San Francisco, Calif., 1:10 p.m. March 24, 2019

My lunch was delicious -- and the poetry readings in honor of Ferlinghetti were really good. I never do stuff like attend poetry readings, and I'm really happy I ended up at this event.


OK, I'm signing off for now. Again, my blogging schedule in the next week is going to be uncertain owing to a lot of work-related things I have to do, but I do intend to post the remainder of my SF area pictures.


Tuesday, March 26, 2019

SLACkered in the San Francisco Area -- A Brief, Pictureless Update from California (UPDATED w/2 Pics)

Entry updated 12:05 p.m. PDT 3/26/2019

I've updated this entry at lunchbreak with two pictures of what I believe are a grove of young (but still impressive) redwood trees growing here on the SLAC campus next to Building 48 (where the workshop is taking place).

A grove of redwood trees next to Building the cool, dewy-damp morning on the SLAC campus, 
Menlo Park, Calif., 7:50 a.m. March 26, 2019


This is my one and only -- and extremely brief -- posting from California.

I'm at SLAC in Menlo Park this morning for today's workshop -- the purpose of my entire visit to the San Francisco area.

The trip has been mostly very good including my two days in San Francisco proper, but with occasional bouts of mental agony, not to mention physical agony on my flight to SFO from DCA via DEN due to pulled muscle in my neck that I thought was going to force me to go to urgent care.

However, it more or less resolved itself by the next day as I walked at least 10 and maybe 12 miles around San Francisco, including through the Presidio, back and forth over the Golden Gate Bridge, and back to my hotel near the Coit Tower.

I took a Caltrain to San Carlos yesterday and met my coworker friend at the hotel and we had a terrific dinner at the next door Izzy's Steakhouse.

My Frontier flight is scheduled to depart SFO at 12:55 a.m. PT (!) and I don't get back to DCA until 12:40 p.m. ET on Wednesday (tomorrow). As I have another meeting to cover in Crystal City all day Thursday, it is unlikely I will post any entry until Friday.

Redwood tree grove next to Building 48, SLAC campus, Menlo Park, Calif., 11:42 a.m. March 26, 2019


I took about 85 pics, not all of which I will post. It is going to take me a while to get those images posted in dedicated entries.

OK, I need to sign off now.


Friday, March 22, 2019

Off to San Francisco and the Bay Area For the Next FIve Days ...

OK, I didn't get a chance to post the entry I wanted to post -- namely, an overview of yesterday's stormy day with precipitation (rainfall) amounts. It looks like for March 21st, KDCA picked up 1.96" and KBWI 1.74" -- neither were daily records -- while KIAD received 2.69" -- which I think was both a daily record and the most ever for a single day in March.

Today features some additional squally rain showers / low-topped thunderstorms associated with a frontal passage.

I'm in a hurry to get to the airport (National Airport, that is), for my flight this evening to San Francisco via Denver. This is for my planned weekend in the city that I frontend-arranged ahead of next Tuesday's workshop at SLAC (in Menlo Park) that I am attending as a notetaker.

I don't know what my internet situation will be while away including at the little "boutique" hotel in which I am staying near the wharf area, nor in the place in San Carlos on Monday night to Tuesday. And even if I have internet access in either or both of those places, I hardly want to spend my time there blogging.

Anyway, I need to go. I'm already running late trying to finish laundry and pack and get to the Metro to get to the airport.

That being the case, I'm signing off now with the proviso that I might not have another entry until next Friday (March 29th). That is, even though I return on Wednesday, I have another conference to attend on Thursday and won't time to post anything until next Friday.

Before I go, here is a funny and appropriate headline from the BBC last July: San Francisco: Where a six-figure salary is 'low income' .



Thursday, March 21, 2019

Rainy, Stormy, Chilly, Deeply Gloomy, First Full Day of Spring Good Note (The Prelude) -OR- The Case of the Pleasant Bar Visits Meander

Home now and watching Perry Mason -- the episode "The Case of the Borrowed Baby" that features the baby "Leander." I have tried to find who that baby is in real life but I can't … He'd be about 57 years old today. As you can tell from the pictures, he's a big-ass baby.

OK, I just want to note that we had a BIG and rainy coastal storm today here in and around the D.C. area. I'm home now as the wind is gusting from the northwest even as there is lingering drizzle.

We very nearly had 2 inches of rain "officially" in Washington, D.C., today -- 1.95", as near as I can tell, at KDCA -- while KBWI recorded (through 11 p.m. tonight 1.56" and KIAD picked up 2.59" through 11 p.m. -- within striking distance of its all-time March daily total, and already beyond a daily record …)

There was a big, chilly-March coastal storm that dropped all this rain … I had planned to go to the gym but the stormy day was sufficiently dark and gloomy and wet that I bagged out of that and walked home.

Well, actually, I went to THREE bars …

First, I went to Elephant & Castle (on Pennsylvania Ave) for some badly needed dinner.

Next (secondly), I went to the Occidental Grille at the Willard InterGalacticContinental Hotel, where an angry, ex-Army, rightwing Popeye-sort of fellow tried to cause shit (I thought he was going to shoot me) but left (and I got a free drink out of it) …

Finally, thirdly, I went to Off the Record in the lower level of the Hay-Adams, where I had a lovely time with a young (24-year old) lady new to D.C. from Memphis … before catching a well-timed S4 bus and taking it the (short) way up 16th Street back home.

Anyway, tomorrow (Friday), I am heading to San Francisco … Not until 6 p.m., and via Denver … for my Tuesday OTT/TCF workshop in Menlo Park, but first with a weekend visit to that fair city. I should be home Wednesday afternoon -- but then I have another workshop in Crystal City on Thursday.

I'm unsure of what my internet connectivity / availability will be.

Anyway, I am going to TRY to post a second entry now -- but I just wanted to get this all posted in case I don't.


Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Peter Wehner on Trump's Central Sick Pathology: "[He] seems to draw energy and purpose from maliciousness and transgressive acts, from creating enmity ... and from attacking the weak, the honorable, and even the dead."

Sun-flooded daffodils in the tiny yard-let of 1709 S St NW, Washington, D.C. 2:21 p.m. March 17, 2019

The pictures in this entry were taken by me this past Sunday as I walked over to Georgetown, where I had lunch at the back bar of Clyde's and then stopped at Rira -- itself quite crowded and festive given that this Sunday was also St. Patrick's Day. They are topically-unrelated to the post itself.


2000 block New Hampshire Ave NW, Washington, D.C., 2:18 p.m. March 17, 2019


For this entry, I'd like to post excerpts of a Peter Wehner piece from The Atlantic. The precipitating event was Trump's extra-intense barrage of borderline psychotic rage-tweets this past weekend -- at least 50 -- from his antisocial personality disordered brain through his stubby fingers.

For its part, the New York Times had this piece (screen capture above and link here).

Anyway, without further ado …

Row houses, 1700 block S Street NW, Washington, D.C., 2:22 p.m. March 17, 2019


A Damaged Soul and a Disordered Personality
Source here.

By Peter Wehner
Contributing editor at The Atlantic and senior fellow at EPPC
March 18, 2019


Donald Trump is not well. Over the weekend, he continued his weird obsession with a dead war hero. This time, his attacks on John McCain came two days after the anniversary of McCain's release from a North Vietnamese prison camp …

Corner house located at S and 19th Streets NW, Washington, D.C., 2:25 p.m. March 17, 2019


These grotesque attacks once again force us to grapple with a perennial question of the Trump era: How much attention should we pay to his tweets; and what exactly do they reveal about America’s 45th president?

The "Spanish Steps" (a.k.a., Decatur Place steps) at 22nd between S St and Decatur Place, 2:34 p.m., March 17, 2019


I'm sympathetic to those who worry that too many Americans spend too much time paying too much attention to what Trump tweets. The danger is that we allow Trump to succeed in keeping us in a state of constant agitation and moral consternation, in ways that are unhealthy and even play to Trump's advantage, allowing him to control the nation's conversation.

Trees and sky as seen from the "Spanish Steps" at the edge of Kalorama, Washington, D.C., 2:35 p.m. March 17, 2019


It doesn't take a person with an advanced degree in psychology to see Trump’s narcissism and lack of empathy, his vindictiveness and pathological lying, his impulsivity and callousness, his inability to be guided by norms, or his shamelessness and dehumanization of those who do not abide his wishes. His condition is getting worse, not better -- and there are now fewer people in the administration able to contain the president and act as a check on his worst impulses.

Dazzling sunshine and late winter-bare trees next to the "Spanish Steps," Kalorama, Washington, D.C., 2:35 p.m. March 17, 2019


This constellation of characteristics would be worrisome in a banker or a high-school teacher, in an aircraft machinist or a warehouse manager, in a gas-station attendant or a truck driver. To have them define the personality of an American president is downright alarming.

Yours truly, "Spanish Steps," 22nd Street NW, Washington, D.C., 2:43 p.m. March 17, 2019

Of note, I've begun the (slow) process of removing all references -- images and pictures -- to that shit-baggy "MWT" from this blog.


Whether the worst scenarios come to pass or not is right now unknowable. But what we do know is that the president is a person who seems to draw energy and purpose from maliciousness and transgressive acts, from creating enmity among people of different races, religions, and backgrounds, and from attacking the weak, the honorable, and even the dead.

ASIL headquarters at Sheridan Circle, Washington, D.C., 2:50 p.m. March 17, 2019

ASIL is the American Society of International Law, whatever that is.


Donald Trump is not well, and as long as he is president, our nation is not safe.

The side of the Embassy of Greece, Sheridan Circle, Washington, D.C., 2:50 p.m. March 17, 2019


I'd like to end this entry on a lighter note, but before I get there, I have to first state cite this New York Intelligencer blog piece by Kelsey Hurwitz and Yelena Dzhanova (link embedded): 100-Person Poll: How Will the Trump Presidency End?

This involves a canvas of 100 random New Yorkers going about their daily business. Replies are grouped into percentages. It also includes the views of 14 pundits, journalists, academics, and activists.

Row houses in the 2900 block of Q Street NW, Georgetown, Washington, D.C., 3:03 p.m. March 17, 2019

Looking at the Google street view -- from July 2017 -- the light pink row house (the one behind the central tree in the image) was previously a sort of frog green color.


I'd also like to quote the (sort scary) Andrew Sullivan take on it:

This is unknowable, but my sense is that the likely outcome will be, in descending order: (1) He’s impeached but acquitted and wins reelection; (2) the 2020 election is close, the Democrat wins, but Trump insists he won anyway, won’t quit, leading to federal marshals removing him from White House amid civil unrest; (3) a catastrophe in foreign or domestic policy (like, say, Katrina or Iraq) breaks the base; (4) he loses badly to a currently nonexistent Democratic candidate.

Afternoon view, 3000 block of Q Street NW, Georgetown, Washington, D.C., 3:06 p.m. March 17, 2019


And that brings us, finally, to the lighter note …

Ann Coulter had this to say (and to be clear, she had a big public falling out with Trump recently):

I assume you’re referring to some future Barron Trump presidency. As for the Donald Trump presidency, it already ended, killed by laziness and lies about the wall. Massive opportunity squandered. From now on, it will just be photo ops and depositions.

I often wonder if Coulter just comes up with this stuff right off the cuff in her machine gun-fire way or does she develop these thoughts? Regardless, if you view her less as a comedian masquerading as a rightwing provocateur performance artist, the woman actually is often hilarious.

The W. Taylor Birch House at 3099 Q Street NW, Washington, D.C., 3:08 p.m. March 17, 2019

You can read about this huge residential structure and see a series of pictures of it here.


OK, that's all for now.


Saturday, March 16, 2019

Jukebox Saturday Night for March 16th, 2019: The Captain of Her Heart, Cry Me a River, and Dreaming Edition -OR- Piano Manoeuvres

Let's kick off our Jukebox Saturday Night edition with a lovely piano-and-accompanying instrumental ballad …

"The Captain of Her Heart" by the Swiss duo Double from their release Blue (1985)

This was such a big hit for the now-defunct group, Double, that the pair (and its associate members) basically qualify as a one-hit wonder.

Blue is the first full-length album from Swiss band Double.

In addition to containing updated versions of two of the band's earlier singles ("Woman of the World" and "Rangoon Moon"), the album included the international smash hit, "The Captain of Her Heart," a plaintive, atmospheric, piano-led ballad which was an immediate success throughout Europe upon its 1986 single release. Follow-up singles "Your Prayer Takes Me Off" and "Tomorrow" were less successful.

To be honest, I've at times confused this song with one I featured in a recent Jukebox Saturday Night edition by another long-defunct group: "Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)" by Looking Glass.


Let's continue the piano ballad theme with this famous piece by a wonderful artist …

"Cry Me a River" in a live performance by the great Diana Krall from her album The Look of Love (2001)

I'm unsure when or where was this live performance. As for Cry Me a River, it was written by Arthur Hamilton and published in 1953 with the late Julie London doing a famous rendition two years later in 1955.


And we'll end with one of those wonderful 1980s-era British hit songs …

"Dreaming" by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark from the band's The Best of OMD (1988)

Yes, "manoeuvres" -- not "maneuvers," and, yes, the song appeared on a "Best of" album without having been previously released.

The vocalist here is Andy McCluskey.


OK, I'm going to sign off now.

I am not posting a Saturday Evening Post tonight.

For starters, there really wasn't anything beyond a political-themed entry that I wanted to post and, well, a big part of me is just very tired of effectively turning this blog over into a Trump forum -- true, a fiercely anti-Trump forum, but a Trump forum nonetheless -- since such an outcome is precisely what that lunatic seeks out of existence and reality itself.

Above: The Cape Hatteras Light and the Milky Way, Aug 2017; photo by John Entwhistle.

Also, I should note that given my scheduled trip to San Francisco / the Bay area next week, I probably won't have another Jukebox Saturday Night edition until at least March 30th.

My next planned entry will be late Monday or Tuesday.


Friday, March 15, 2019

Friday Ides of This March -OR- Whether to Leave My Heart Or Myself in San Francisco Next Week

Friday night (and the Ides of March, to boot).

God, I'm tired of keeping up this goddamn blog and posting new entries that never frickin' end …

That aside, I would like to note that I was SUCCESSFULLY able to get both a flight to and from SFO and a hotel for an extra three nights in the downtown San Francisco area (by the Embarcadero) next week ahead of scheduled Tuesday event at SLAC (i.e., next Saturday - Monday).

It is on Frontier Airline2 and worked out well -- even if they basically FORCE you to do a $230 "upgrade" for the r/t flight -- which they purportedly mark off at 50% each way so that it looks like you've "saved" that amount in big, bold numbers (dumbass country) …

… all in order to check luggage, choose seats (WINDOWS! Not over the wing. Correct way outbound and inbound from DCA if you do the upriver takeoff and downriver landing), and any flight changes (that part is my understanding, but who really knows) …

… but I'm happy with what I got.

What's more, there's only one flight change -- and it takes off / arrives / takes off / arrives between DCA (not BWI or IAD) and SFO in the time manner (with only a modest layover in Denver) in which I want.

So, all in all, I'm quite happy and thank you, Frontier, I know you could have make it a lot worse.

Thank you -- I appreciate what I got -- especially given it's only a week away and I was dealing with the corporate credit card.

Full stop.

And I was able to arrange on the front end two full days in San Fran in the manner to which I have become accustomed that I was hoping for on a short trip like this.

As for where I'm staying, while it could be better, it also could be a helluva lot worse. And it's borderline cheap -- but not scary ghetto, at least I don't think, judging by the website and reviews. To be clear, I'm staying there for a three nights and then going to Menlo Park (via Caltrain …) for the day-long conference and then heading back late that day.

Washington, D.C., G and 12th St NW, Washington, D.C., 5:32 p.m. March 15, 2019


As an update, earlier today, my coworker friend, I left work earlier and went with my coworker friend Matt to Harry's pub (Matt to Harry ... Mata Hari … haha) and then to the Corner Bar at Old Ebbitt before walking home (although I caught a conveniently timed S4).

The early evening sky as seen from G and 13th Street NW, Washington, D.C., 5:35 p.m. March 15, 2019

The forecast of a rainy day gradually faded away to nothing.


I'll skip the evening balmy dusk part walking home …

… past the White House and the latest and most annoying yet extension of the endlessly expanding fence, a.k.a., Security Theatre 3000: The Perimeter, around Trump's syphilitic infection (exactly when will the expansions reach the North and South Poles, respectively?) …

… and a smiley-faced, bug-eyed Jehovah's Witness guy (plus two women) standing there like I don't even know what but looking like they'd jump off any bridge if told that's "What God Wants" …

… or that goddamn anti-nuclear-themed plastic tent -- formally, the White House Peace Vigil, informally, a sort of outdoor homeless shelter -- that has been there, semi-permanent, since 1981 (except when the Secret Service sweeps it the hell out).

Anyway, I'm home now and watching the MeTV lineup.

The White House at dusk, Washington, D.C., 7:39 p.m. March 15, 2019

The Syphilitic One probably wasn't there since he never is between Friday and Monday but instead is at that obscene Mar-a-Lago.


As a weather update … 

A strong but mostly dry cold frontal system is plowing across the region tonight with gusty SW winds turning to gusting NW winds and colder temps. (That front was the remnant of what had been that giant "Winter Storm Ulmer" earlier this week.)

NWS high-resolution surface weather map for a portion of the eastern U.S. and adjoining regions, 0Z 16 March 2019


Today was an excessively warm mid-March day -- highs reaching 78F at both KDCA and KWBI (and KDMH) and 77F at KIAD (none of which were near the daily record highs).

The pattern appears to have shifted, at least for now, from excessively wet to very dry.

NWS/WPC/NDFD Short Range Forecast surface weather maps showing weather features, isobars, and type and intensity of precipitation looped at 6Z, 12Z, and 18Z 16 March, 0Z and 12Z 17 March, and 0Z 18 March 2019

Note there is a minor weather disturbance for Sunday. 


OK, that's all for now.

I'm going to refrain on any political commentary or, alternatively, news updates including about what happened in New Zealand -- although, no surprise, fucking social media played its usual incredibly virulent and destructive role in the matter.

Naturally, Wall-P -- the small stooge-bot tool of oligarchical reactionary intrigue that it is -- clicks in binary fashion:

"Eh. Eh. EHEHEHEHEH. It's obvious that the more avenues of technology for untrammeled speech added to as much money as possible, the better. EHEHEH."

Its spousal unit, Staff, does the usual horizontal jumping jacks in bed …

… ensuring that the little Toshiba vacuum cleaner stays balled up in its wee bed corner, awaiting its binary yes/no instructions for the day.


Wall-P is almost as amoral grotesque as Mitch McConnell, although it lacks Iowa-sized pouch-like jowls.

Speaking of which, look at McConnell …

Let me just say that I agree with Jennifer Rubin's take that McConnell might not run for reelection next year.

Beyond not being popular back in his beloved Kentucky (yeah, right), more importantly, as she noted, he's gotten what he really wanted --namely, remaking the federal judiciary into a Federalist Society wet dream for the next 30 years.

The man, as depraved as he is, is smart enough to leave on a high note, whether or not Trump "wins" reelection (since either way would not be worth his while).

OK, that's all for now. I'm signing off. I'm watching Perry Mason as I write this. I just watched -- also on MeTV -- Carol Burnett & Friends.

My next planned posting(s) will be tomorrow night.