Monday, May 31, 2021

Miami Beach Memorial Day Weekend High Flight

One of the (F-15?) fighter jets doing a performative strafe just beyond the surf zone of the Miami Beach shoreline, 3:48 p.m., May 29, 2021

A condensation cloud called a vapor cone or shock collar is visible coming off the jet's wings. The aircraft was not quite at Mach 1 and thus no glass-shattering sonic boom was created, which would be bad thing in a crowded urbanized residential area such as Miami Beach.

The pictures in this entry were taken on Saturday, May 29th, 2021 at the very bottom of Miami Beach in the area known as South Pointe both on the beach by the tranquil surf, near the Government Cut rocky breakwater, and pedestrian / biker path. As for the airshow that was underway, more on that in the entry below.

I also watched the Sunday airshow climax that featured four such fighter jets -- and one of which actually created a mini-sonic boom.


Monday, Memorial Day 2021, and the last of May.

With the end of May, I wrap up my second full calendar month living here in Miami Beach. In terms of actual duration, I'm at about 2-1/2 months with the three-month mark technically occurring on June 18th.

I have the day off from work -- which, as you know, entails just working from my apartment down here -- but I really don't want to do anything. I way overspent and over-drank from Friday night to Sunday night, and that's enough.

I went to the Publix grocery store and trundled back with all my stuff in a bookbag and double-bagged plastic bags that I carried. Thereafter, I did two loads of laundry, although my debit card probably needs to be replaced as it the chip reader is beginning to have issues.

I'm not going into the ocean or even over to the beach today.

Honestly, I'm not sure I want to remain a resident of Miami Beach and South Florida. On the other hand, I couldn't move back to a place as WOKE hateful and dangerous as Washington, D.C., where I wasted 25+ years of my life.

What's more, I don't know where to move. At some point, I'd like to live in New England and not too far from the ocean, but it would really need to be a post-Covid era in which lunatic Democrat pols can't just arbitrarily have open-ended lockdowns of their jurisdictions and the morally and ethically diseased racist WOKE shit in the form of a state-and-corporate-sponsored Cultural Revolution has been halted.

Anyway, the remainder of this entry is what I wrote yetserday (Sunday) but did not get around to completing since these entries take, on average, 5+ hours to complete. As noted above, the pictures were all taken on Saturday.

As written yesterday, Sunday, May 30th, 2021 ...

This is an interesting weekend in Miami Beach with the ongoing (yes, ironically named) Hyundai Air & Sea Show: National Salute to America's Heroes.

In particular, I refer to the always-heart-pounding dramatic fighter jet passes -- performative strafes -- with their trailing thunderously whooshing to near-sonic boom-levels -- sometimes climbing basically vertically and disappearing into infinity in the Sun-bedazzled South Florida sky.

The most impressive ones appear to be the delta-wing shape ones and, based on some Google imaging on my part, appear to me to be the F15 Eagle, but I know nothing about fighter jet morphology. If you can figure out what type of jet is in the lead image to this entry, please leave a comment.

I do know that I very much love the John Gillespie Magee Jr. poem "High Flight" ...

"Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue / I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace / Where never lark nor ever eagle flew— And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod / The high untrespassed sanctity of space, / Put out my hand, and touched the face of God."

Above: Just for the record, the bright red-pink object in the ocean toward the center left of the image (actually, it was more of a bright orange-red, but it appears red-pink in this picture) was one of a series of temporary floating markers to denote the just-offshore flight path zone of the military aircraft.

Above: No, I wasn't taking your picture. I was taking a picture of that big-ass military transport jet behind you that was part of the airshow.

For me, the most fascinating aspect is how the fighter jets are traveling just head of their own sound wave. While these jets were not going over Mach 1, they were certainly close to it -- with their incredibly fast and incredibly silent approach, only to have the explosion of sound happen the moment the jet is abeam of the observer. And the "shock collar" or vapor cone condensation cloud that dances on the wings is so cool.

Having said that, I really didn't like the knowledge of the impending explosive boom since you never know exactly how loud it will be or if it will actually generate a full-fledged sonic boom.

I watched these Saturday air show straifs while in the tranquil, turquoise-aquamarine ocean down by the rocky breakwater that juts a half mile out into the sea. That approximately half-mile-long breakwater forms the northern side of the Government Cut passageway between the Atlantic and lower Biscayne Bay / the Port of Miami.

The South Point Park Pier parallels the breakwater for a short distance (supposedly, ~450 feet, but it doesn't seem that long to me).

There were literally a few hundred boats of all sizes parked about a mile or two offshore to watch the airshow. In addition, one of those behemoth ghost factory cruise ships was parked maybe four miles offshore -- still waiting for a return to post-Covid normality.

All this is far superior to the sensory-deadening, marijuana-fumes-suffocating, hip hop-themed Carnival that has engulfed Miami Beach every weekend since I moved here 2-1/2 months ago where it's all sensory-assaulting performative violence for purposes of ALL I WANNA DO IS PUT A BOOM BOOM IN A ZOOM ZOOM domination.

Oh, yes, as you can see in the pictures, the monstrous sargassum invasion of the previous day had basically disappeared. I suspect the beach had been cleaned at dawn's first light, but the water itself was also mostly free of the unwanted demon-spawn algae bloom with the texture of one of those

Thereafter, I went to South Pointe Taverne for a sort of late lunch / early dinner and some drinks. I stayed until nearly nightfall and then walked home and went right to bed.

While there, I met a fellow named Eric who was there with his wife, Andrea, and a friend / business associate. They own a property management firm and work with multiple condo associations in Miami Beach. They were discussing two problematic condo owners -- Millennials, of course, complaining about everything, of course, in their disgusting Social Justice-as-Weapon-of-Totalilzing Control way.

Above: That couple was Italian, Greek, or maybe even Arab -- somewhere in the Mediterranean basin. The lady's bikini bottom is the definition of "butt floss." As for the tattooed guy, he had enormous feet -- like, size 15 or 16 American. No, I didn't take a picture of that. Oh, and you can see all the boats parked offshore for the airshow viewing.


Above and three below: Pictures of just a small number of the literally 200 boats that had been parked offshore of Miami Beach to view the airshow returning to their marina around the Port of Miami or elsewhere on Biscayne Bay.


As an early-ended Gen X'er who cannot stand Baby Boomers and the ruination they brought to society even while still refusing to go away, the Millennials are in a category unto themselves as a sort of Borg-Like entity with their identity politics-based, Big Tech-infused Neo-Bolshevism. Monsters. And the Gen Z, or whatever they are, following them are basically a different species, as hive-minded as they are "multi-gender" undefined and all-around psychotic.

Author and lecturer James E. Higgins spot-on dubbed it "the CRT/pervert alliance" in a tweet on Sunday (see image directly above), and it is really destroying our civilization.

Podcaster Matt Walsh also said it well in a tweet from Saturday: "The powers that be in our culture really really really want your child to be gay or trans". The next three images of that tweet follow below from different points in the embedded horror show of what is ostensibly a children's cartoon video.

Keep in mind that these "non-binary" hermaphroditic individuals will live in a sort of Big Tech hermetically sealed bubble, completely infantilized and because of the forced physical destruction of their biological sex and social destruction of their gender identities, deeply mentally disturbed.

They will be wholly incapable of functioning in society outside of a carefully constructed and controlled Hive-Mind world, which of course is the entire point of this from the perspective of the Oligarchical and Corporate Overclass. Needless to say, they will have to be permanently drugged up as part of this process.

Yes, it's going to be some dystopian world in 30 to 40 years. Glad I won't be around for it.

Putting all that aside and turning to the present, for today, my intention is to repeat that, although I'm unsure if I'll go into the ocean, and my plan is to go Monty's rather than South Pointe Tavern.

Above: All these boats heading quickly in one direction sorta reminded me of that San Franscisco post-mega-earthquake tsunami scene in the 2015 movie San Andreas, but in reverse. In that scene, one of the speedboats flips as the tsunami enters the Golden Gate passageway. I picture that as being shitty Wall-P flipping over in his shitty boat.


Oh, yes, before I go, I had to update my previous entry to make a note about the two coconut palms near South Pointe Park Pier -- to note that the visually noteworthy one is not, in fact, the southeastern most coconut palm in Miami Beach.

That honor goes to an unobtrusive, short and squat one growing about 300 feet away and as close to the pier itself as possible and here is another picture of it:.

OK, signing off for now. My next entry won't be until Wednesday or Thursday night.


Friday, May 28, 2021

The Coconut Palm at the End of the World (Well, At Least Miami Beach) -OR- Frickin' Evil Devil Sargassum In Monstrous Infinity

Updated 12:50 p.m. May 30, 2021: See bottom of entry for important clarification.

The coconut palm located closest to the South Point Park Pier at the very southern / southeasternmost point of Miami Beach, Fla., 2:35 p.m., May 26, 2021

Because of how this palm notably appears in the distance looking down the beach -- as the most southerly / easterly and hence "last" one -- suggests (to me) the Coconut Palm At The End of the World.

South-facing view down the beach near South Point Pier Park with the palm in question the leftmost one in the image.

This coconut palm is the closest one to the South Pointe Park Pier, which itself is adjacent to a much longer rocky breakwater that forms the northern side of the Government Cut passageway connecting the open Atlantic Ocean and lower Biscayne Bay to include the Port of Miami and its artificial archipelago of islands.

Above: Same picture as previous one, but cropped and with the palm in question circled in green.

In fact, there are a number of other palms beyond it, but they are smaller, not readily visible, and not, as near as I have found, a tall coconut palm.


OK, this entry is a coda to the sprawling one I posted about an hour ago ... I'm also reposting two of the 30 images from that entry.

I truly regret having to write this but the "environmental" situation -- ecological and human -- here in Miami Beach is quite unpleasant for me for multiple reasons, and it is making me call into question my longer-term plan of residing in the Miami area and, indeed, because of the ecological issue (see below) the tropics.

Above and below: Two images of a South Beach Miami Beach sargassum invasion taken on June 21, 2018 -- one from the beach (top) and one an aerial view (below) taken from this University of Miami "NEWS@TheU" article by Robert C. Jones Jr. from nearly three years ago dated June 25, 2018.

For starters, the sargassum "seaweed" -- or rather, now the world's largest harmful algal bloom -- situation is completely out of control and, in my visceral-minded sense, requires an militarized industrial response before the shit takes over the entire tropical latitude belt of the planet. Or better yet, a molecular-based biological crushing of it and replaced by something benighly floating that doesn't multiply "in monstrous infinity" (yes, that term).

Yes, I know that's deeply problematic. But I want sargassum EXTERMINATED from Planet Earth.

Sargassum heaped upon the beach in Palm Beach County earlier this month; photo by Brian Lapointe

But today -- this afternoon -- the shallow surf zone along the Entertainment District is absolutely disgusting with the fetid brown stuff rotting in the hot sunlight at the tide ebbs and flows. And owing to anthropogenic driven changes in ecology via more nitrogen and phosphorous runoff and, yes, a warming ocean-atmosphere, it is only getting worse.

Above: A picture from this past Tuesday of that sargassum-fouled stretch of Miami Beach's beach around 3rd St.

By way of explanation, I went to beach in order to go into the ocean, but it simply wasn't possible. A large swath of beach was blocked off to the north (more on that below) and the nearest "clean" area of surf appeared to be blocks to the south -- ironically, near the spot that was so sargassum-fouled on Tuesday.

There is a supposedly a seasonality to sargassum -- March through October -- here, which means South Florida isn't even quite half through that notional period. Whatever the case, FUCK ALL sargassum.

The weather this afternoon was intensely sunny and too hot and dry with very little rainfall the past few months (encompassing the entire time I've been here). 

So far this May, rainfall totals are in the 0.5-inch to 3-inch range regionwide to include 2.64 inches month-to-date at KMIA or 2.80 inches below the 5.44-inch normal (now set as 1991 to 2020).

This is also about 85 percent lower than last May's whopping 18.89 inches through May 28th. The year-to-date total of 10.72 inches at KMIA is 4.52 inches below normal.

Hopefully, hopefully, the fucking pattern will transition to a more normal June-like one as June starts.

The forecast has multiple chances of t-storms between Sunday and next Wednesday.

Finally, there is the open-ended, sprawling hip hop-themed Carnival-like chaos that erupts here every weekend even with "Spring Break" now over. I've already mentioned this and the performatively (and sometimes actually) violent, wholly mindless garbage that is endlessly generated by mass American hip hop and larger pop culture. The intention is always to instill a base-level fear and terror in "ordinary" people (if any such exist anymore) and a sort of total domination ritual.

This weekend, though, is a very different type of event -- and somewhat unexpected given the current Big Media / Big Tech-driven WOKE Cultural Revolution paralyzing the United States. Specifically, it is a military-patriotic themed one in the form of the unintentionally ironically-named "Hyundai Air & Sea Show" whose theme is a "National Salute to America's Heroes."

Already, the fighter jets have been doing their roaring thunder thing in the sunny, vaulted blue sky featuring too few cumulus clouds. While this is fine as it goes, from another viewpoint, it is the U.S. military version of mindless hip hop culture's multi-sensory-assaulting performative dominance rituals.

This is probably why so much of the fucking beach is fenced off.

And that brings up another Miami Beach issue and the place where I live, which could not be worse in terms of my immediate proximity to the Ground Zero of the Entertainment District taken as 10th Street and Ocean Drive.

Most beach access points are again closed this weekend and there is a massive police and fire & rescue ("911") presence and their massive vehicles combined with all manner of delivery trucks, garbage trucks, and assorted dune buggies. The first half of the beach is basically nothing but a highway of hot sand.

All in all, everything just sucks now. And I don't see how I can continue to live here beyond the confines of my lease -- which contractually lasts until April 30, 2022. But more to the point, I don't know if a tropical seaside climate makes sense given the sargassum situation.

I could just live instead somewhere along the South Carolina coast where this wouldn't really be an issue. Alternatively, and assuming the Covid shit is finally well in the past, somewhere along the southern New England coast -- since I do like seasonality.

OK, that's all for now. As a final remark: Between this entry and my previous one, and unless something really requiring discussion comes up, that's all I'm going to write until probably Tuesday night.

Above: Another picture of aforementioned the Coconut Palm at the End of Miami Beach but with one of the towers of the Continuum as backdrop.


Updated 12:50 p.m. May 30, 2021

It turns out that there is ANOTHER coconut palm tree that grows almost right next to the South Pointe Park Pier at a distane, I estimate, about 300 feet closer than the picturesque, tall and slender one, I've been discussing. It is pictured below yesterday (May 29th) at 4:15 p.m.

I discovered this yesterday (Saturday, May 29th) while spending time swimming in the ocean down by the Government Cut rocky breakwater

Above: The two coconut palms in question -- the symbolic Coconut Palm at the End of the World and the actual southeastern-most one circled.

End of Update and of Entry.


Friday Week In Review: An Astronomical Lowest Tide, Successful FLHSMV Visit, Miami-Dade On-The-Grid, and Sargassum Suckum Ad Infinitum

**The entry was posted Friday, May 28th, 2021.**

Gentle tropical Atlantic Ocean surf at astronomical lowest tide and an extra-expansive beach, Miami Beach, Fla.,
1:51 p.m. May 25, 2021

The above picture was taken along a stretch of beach on the "latitude" of 10th Street in Miami Beach. More generally, and as explained below, the pictures in this entry are both from Tuesday and Wednesday as well as an additional set from two Sundays ago, May 16th.

The Tuesday pictures were taken during a few hours in the afternoon that I spent in the ocean and on / along the beach down to the very bottom of Miami Beach at Government Cut.

The Wednesday pictures were taken as I was returning from getting my Florida driver's license at the Miami-Dade County Florida Department of Highway Safety and Motor Vehicles ("FLHSMV") center located in the City of Miami not far from the airport.

To clarify, the Tuesday pictures were taken after I had gone in the ocean for about an hour -- even as the sunlit tide was ebbing to its monthly astronomical minimum -- and then went back to my apartment to retrieve my cellphone to capture the super-low tide. Typically, obviously, I do not take the phone I go into the ocean.

While I am not specifically captioning most of the pictures, I do include (in Arial font) some caption-like explanation to a number of the images. In any event, the file names contain time and location information.

Above: That adorable little black dog -- possibly a pug / bulldog mix -- belonged to the young Black filming the dog and three people doting on it. The dog also came up to me and reclining along side my bookbag. Actually, the dog did more of a squat, and he may have sleepily peed. But he was so adorable, I didn't care. As it is, I think ended up in that man's video.


As an pre-posting upfront note, I wrote part of this Thursday night and the remainder of it on Friday, and so I didn't actually post it until Friday late afternoon...

Thursday night.

I'm in for the night, air conditioner humming away smoothly, two lamps turned on, and watching my old TV show.

Such TV viewing includes programs on Cozi TV (The Munsters, Frasier, The Nanny, and Will & Grace) and certain random channels -- which seem to change with time -- on Samsung Plus that tonight includes something called Shout TV and that is airing Carol Burnett Show episodes.

On certain nights, I can find Pluto TV channel, which airs Becker and Hot In Cleveland on Monday and Tuesday nights, respectively, but not tonight. Oh, and Film Rise True Crime -- which airs the Robert Stack-era Unsolved Mysteries -- appears to have vanished.

Coconut palms in Lummus Park, Miami Beach, Fla.,
3:17 p.m., May 16, 2021

Above: This picture and the next four that follow were all taken on Sunday, May 16th as I walked down to the South Pointe area. I'm including them because this entry got so damn long -- and I want to post a coda entry -- that I ran out of Tuesday / Wednesday pictures. Thus, I'm posting as-yet-unposted pictures from earlier this month.


I'm quite tired, primarily because I only got 4-1/2 to 5 hours of sleep last night. I went to bed very late (around 3:30 a.m.) but had to get up by 10 a.m. for a work call, and this got meup an hour earlier at 9 a.m.

I went into the ocean today (Thursday) but it just was lousy. The water was flat, only the weakest of shallow and small waves, and the sky was filled with high cloud "debris" -- dense cirrus tufts and cirrostratus mats -- above the lower cumulus field, and it ruined the feel of the day.

While conditions were likewise nearly calm two days earlier (as many of the images in this entry show), the sea surf and beach conditions were much nicer.

The only issue -- admittedly a huge and intractable one -- was the massive amount of sargassum that had washed up on the beach a farther south near the tip of South Pointe.

Also, it appears as though some new cultural depravity is set to explode upon Miami Beach's Entertainment District this weekend -- quite possibly a dreaded hip hop one. This is based on the crap on the beach, the closed beach access paths, and all the interlocking metal bar barricades that have been erected up and down both Collins and Washington Avenues.

Pre-posting Update: Actually, it turns out it is a very different kind of event, ironically, a military-patriotic-themed one. More on that in my coda entry to follow.

Later in the afternoon, I managed to make it to the Publix -- after not going for 8 days.

Work has been busy lately with two large tasks in addition to the monthly recurring task I have. And I do it all here in my little "home office" in the strange eworld near the bottom of Miami Beach. And, no, I shouldn't spend all this time frickin' blogging.

Yesterday (Wednesday), I successfully got my new Florida driver's license. This entailed taking a taxi -- which I was able to find in the palm-shaded driveway to the Loew's Hotel -- over to the FLHSMV in a large, tired shopping center located between NW 7th and NW 11th Streets on the south and north sides, respectively, and NW 37th Avenue on the on the east side, NW 37th Avenue NW.

As shown in the map directly above, this area is within the City of Miami just inside a neighborhood called Flagami but but with NW 37th Avenue (sometimes called Douglas Rd) forming the boundary with Little Havana to the east, SW 8th Street (Rt 41) to the south (part of the Tamiami Trail and the famous "Calle Ocho" in LIttle Havana), and the Tamiami Canal from west to north. North of the Tamiami Canal is the Grapeland Heights neighborhood.

Below: The same map image as directly above but rotated sideways for a larger view.

Miami-Dade County to include the City of Miami has -- like the District of Columbia, whence it may have borrowed the idea -- uses quadrant-based grid system (NE, NW, SW, SE) but it is strictly numerical (rather than D.C.-style alphanumeric), with east-west running numbered "streets" and north-south running numbered "avenues" comprising the grid, each with a quadrant prefix.

The latitudinal baseline of the grid system is Flagler Street and the longitudinal baseline is Miami Avenue. As shown in the marked up Google map image below, the "zero point" of the grid is West /East Flagler Street and North / South Miami Avenue. Those thoroughares are the only ones with "E/W" and "N/S" prefix designations, respectively, rather than one of the quadrants as prefixes to their names. (For D.C. folks, think of it as the equivalent of the National Mall and East, North, and South Capitol Streets, respectively.)

The whole system is apparently called the Chaille Plan and was implemented 100 years ago. Miami Beach is technically geographically located in the NE "quadrant" except here the N-S avenues are not numbered and the E-S streets do not have the "NE" directional marker.

Confusingly, though, some of the numbered streets in the Mid-Beach and Nautilus sections of Miami Beach located west of Indian Creek have "W" in their name -- when they are, in fact, on the same "latitude" as the "NE" streets located in Miami right along Biscayne Bay, i.e., east of Miami Avenue.

The picture directly above and the next four pictures below were all taken on my approximately one-mile walk along NW 37th Avenue between NW 11th and NW 21st Streets from FLHSMV to the Miami Intermodal Center. The two after that were taken at the MIC. Finally, the last two were taken on the 150 Metro bus back to Miami Beach.

Anyway, returning to my taxicab journey to the FLHSMV, the driver, Eduardo, was from Colombia and we tried to talk Spanish and English to each other. He also took an interest in my return trip, but I told him that wasn't necessary as I had that planned out. Nevertheless, I got his phone number.

I was in the FLHSMV office for about 2-1/2 hours, and it was as chaotic as you would imagine. Notionally, my appointment was for 3:10 p.m. I arrived about 1:45 p.m. It first started outside with two initially indeterminate lines. However, things moved along methodically even if slowly, and I have to say that the staff were friendly-ish. Hence, it was not like a D.C. experience where everyone actively despises you.

After I had already left my apartment, I started to worry that I didn't bring enough material. That's because I didn't bring my birth certificate nor Social Security card, and I even forgot my confirmation number.

In the end, though, two Atlantic Broadband internet bills and a Baptist Health bill combined with my passport card (not booklet) were sufficient all around. I also passed the line 5 vision test (barely).

Above: An "A Frame Marina" -- not sure if that's its actual name -- along the Tamiami Canal and belonging, it appears to belong to the house located just off NW 37th Ave at 3691 NW 20th Street.


For some reason, I was able to keep my D.C. license, and no obvious hole was punched in it to indicate it is no longer valid. So, I have both the new Florida one and the old D.C. one. The expiration date on the new one is Nov 26, 2029 -- 8-1/2 years hence on my 60th birthday. I can't imagine what my life situation will be then.

Above: The hulking, multi-faceted, and all-around strange-looking Miami Intermodal Center, also known as the Miami Airport Station for purposes of the Tri-Rail. To be clear, the "MIC" isn't located right at MIA but instead you have to take an "Automated People Mover" (APM) known as the MIA Mover about a mile and half distance.


Above: Another view of the MIC from within it. The MIC includes the Tri-Rail, Miami's Metrorail and Metrobus, and MIA Mover. There is also what is labeled as an Amtrak station there, but the Wiki article states that Amtrak trains don't presently service it.


I left the FLHSMV office around 4:15 p.m. with my brand new Florida license (I'm not including a picture of it herein). After a bit of outdoor texting and stopping at a bakery place in the shopping area, I started up 37th Ave to the Miami Intermodal Center / Miami Airport Station, where I quickly caught a 150 bus back to Miami Beach.

I alighted the bus round 13th and Collins Ave and arrived at my place at 10th and Collins just as the bus was passing by en route to its terminal point around 2nd and Washington. I was home by about 6:10 p.m.

Above: A Tri-Rail system map at the MIC / Miami Airport Station.


All of this happened even as I was very busy for about 2 hours on Wednesday late morning / early afternoon, which made me leave my apartment later (around 1:20 p.m.) than I had intended.

Oh, and of note, Wednesday was my "half birthday" in that May 26th is offset six months.

Above: Buildings in Miami as seen from the I-195 in what I think is the Buena Vista neighborhood of Miami on approach to the Julia Tuttle Causeway. Below: The Miami skyline along Biscayne Bay as seen from the I-195 Julia Tuttle Causeway. Of note, you cannot walk between Miami and Miami Beach on the Julia Tuttle Causeway -- there are bridge areas with no pedestrian access.

By contrast, you can walk over the NE 15th St / Venetian Causeway and even the I-395 / MacArthur Causeway (which becomes 5th St in Miami Beach) in that both have small but dedicated sideways. As for the northernmost one into Miami Beach known as the NE 79th St / John F Kennedy Causeway, it appears to have a small, unprotected sidewalk and an even smaller, slightly protected one on its two different bridge spans that I would never risk.


Backing up to the previous day -- Tuesday -- the weather, beach, surf, and overall ocean were in appealing condition. (Well, some additional convective cumulus would have been good. As it is, conditions remain too dry down here -- with only about half the normal monthly rainfall so far at KMIA (and less elsewhere) and nothing like the deluge last May. (More on that in the coda entry.)

Above: The afternoon astronomical low tide in Miami Beach on May 25, 2021 with ocean bathers and, on the horizon, two cruise ships parked several miles offshore.

Of note, and as we slowly enter the post-Covid pandemic casedemic era, the cruise industry is set to resume limited operations starting in late June -- with the very first factory cruise ship, the Celebrity Edge, set to depart Port Everglades in Fort Lauderdale on June 26th. There is, however, an issue with Gov DeSantis, who adamantly opposes vaccine passports, and the ship's vaccination requirement.

Above: As alluded to in this entry, for the past 14 months, these behemoth ghost ships have just taken turns parked offshore or berthed at the Port of Miami and other ports of call.


What's more, because there was a Full Moon in the wee hours of the 26th -- not to mention a lunar eclipse, but not visible on this side of Planet Earth -- and the early afternoon low tide here in Miami Beach was, indeed, astronomically low, literally and figuratively.

I walked down the beach to the northside rocky breakwater that forms the northern sea-facing side of the Government Cut waterway that connects the open ocean to lower Biscayne Bay and the Port of Miami. The low tide had "stranded" massive quantities of that goddamn sargassum.

Above: A huge amount of nasty-ass sargassum washed up by / stranded at an astronomical low time on a particular stretch of South Beach -- between the "latitude belt" of about 2nd and 5th Streets in Miami Beach, Florida, early afternoon on May 25, 2021. There was so much of the awful stuff that you could smell it rotting in the direct sunlight. The low tide also left some litter and assorted detritus on the beach. About the out-of-control sargassum situation, more on that in a "coda" entry to follow (see bottom of this entry for explanation).

The rotting brown sargassum seems to have -- at least at times -- a preferential collection area on the beach in what I estimate to be about 1 to 1.5 times the breakwater length, so not at the very bottom of Miami Beach about 1/4 mile above it.

Perhaps this is where the interruption of the littoral current (either northward or southward flowing) by the extended rocky breakwater allows the sargassum to most effectively collect.

Anyway, after reaching the breakwater, I walked up to the pathway in the hot sunlight and over to The Lobster Shack by one of the two towers of the Continuum, where I had a late lunch. I then walked back to my apartment.

Above: Ocean and beach view from South Pointe pedestrian / biker path; the hot pink structure is the first or second lifeguard stand -- all of which are various pastel shades -- in South Beach's Miami Beach.


OK, that's all for now. My next entry won't be until early next week.

Pre-posting Update: I have decided to post another entry to relate the current situation this Friday, May 28th, here in Miami Beach. It is a sort of coda to what I wrote above, but it needs to be said. Entry to follow shortly ...