February White

I finally posted the previous post, which had been sitting 4 weeks since I wrote it.  It seemed like I couldn’t add a new post until that was out of the way.  It was like sewer blockage.

I call it a dog hair patch of forest, where the trees are only about 3 inches in diameter.

I call it a dog hair patch of forest, where the trees are small and dense, only about 3 inches in diameter. (Click for larger.)

I am feeling better both mentally and physically. I do have some angst for something new and different, and that’s a much better state than depression.  Having a couple of days off really helps. What I really want is a road trip and time to satisfy my creative outlets, which have been mostly dormant this winter.  The Utah desert with it’s orange and red landscape has been calling.  But right now the weather isn’t much better there.

Sometimes there is a way through.  You have to be just in the right place to see it.

Sometimes there is a way through. The trick is being in the right place to see it.

I woke to the sound of window rattling explosions.  It was the ski area blasting avalanches.  It’s been snowing, moderately to heavily, for the past couple of days.  Usually this doesn’t happen until later in March or April.  But perhaps with global warming, it’s coming early.  There is three to four feet of snow in the yard with more heavy snow in the forecast.

This morning when the neighbors across the road donned snowshoes, I thought they might be going for a outing with their dogs.  Instead they made of couple of laps around their yard and called it a day.  It was good to see the dogs getting a little exercise.

I’ve been out for short snowshoe hikes, but haven’t had time for day-long excursions.  My work load is still heavy.

A human trail amongst the elk trails.

A human trail amongst the elk trails.

 

The Future was Bright

[This was originally written 4 weeks ago.]

Perhaps it’s the time of year, mid-winter, or perhaps it’s because my health hasn’t been 100%, but I’ve been a little melancholy.

I feel isolated from the world and like it less and less as I get older.  I’m not sure what to do about it, or even if anything can be done.

Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark – Atomic Ranch

 

I got the latest O.M.D. album, English Electric.  When I first listened to it, I smiled.  It was as if my previous life in 1981 was still going on without me, and listening to this album was like checking in to see how things are going.  Many of the songs are about how life goes on, we’ve entered the future we envisioned in 1981 and it isn’t what we hoped it would be.  1981 was 33 years ago.  1981 is significant because it is when I first heard of O.M.D. and bought their first album.

It seems like nothing positive that I envisioned about the future has come true.  Yet, most everything negative I could have imagined, mostly originating in the science fiction realm has come to pass.

Jokingly, I could ask “where is my flying car?”  But I never believed we’d have those because they’re called airplanes.

 

Sunset overhead at Mud Lake.

Sunset overhead at Mud Lake.

 

But, where is the clean energy future — my hydrogen powered car?  Better transportation systems? Where is world peace?

Instead I live in a country with a war mongering government that is controlled by extremely (too) large corporations, that spies on its citizens.  The surveillance state.  Civilian law enforcement has become militarized and out of control.  And we are still on a diet of fossil fuels.  Corporations pay their workers less, expect them to work longer hours with fewer benefits.  No one gets a raise anymore, yet the stock prices climb.

There is no privacy.  My Apple iSpy smart phone constantly tracks my location and reports it to god knows who.  The corporations keep track of who I communicate with for god knows why.  Every purchase I make is tracked and saved.  I’m just a wallet to them.

Bradley Manning and Edward Snowden risk their lives to reveal what our government is up to, and nobody outside the government really cares.  As long as there is Facebook and Twitter the only important news is me.

I’ve spent the last few months working long days, 6 to 7 days a week.  For a moment I thought I was saving up money. I paid my estimated taxes and learned all that hard work didn’t amount to anything.  Now I’m expected to buy medical insurance with such a high deductible that I’ll never use it.  I’ll be fined if I don’t buy it.

Corporations will get their money no matter what.

The electric utility is raising electric rates because many people have put up solar panels and they can’t make as much money.  The phone company that provides landlines and internet has raised their rates to make up for the customers lost to cellular technology.

 

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The color of the sky turns the snow orange.

Somehow I continue on.

Fake Plastic Trees, Part 3

It lasted three and half years.  Then it broke in half.

Top half of cell tower blew off in windstorm.

Top half of cell tower blew off in windstorm.

 

The tower initially hosted AT&T in 2010. Verizon added their equipment about a year and half later.  So now the town is without cell service.  My guess is that it will take at least a month to get it 100% operational again.  It probably could be done sooner, but I’m guessing the corporations will have to work out some bureaucratic issues.  I question whether they should fix this thing or replace it with a stronger tower.

Edited to add: Today they put up some temporary antennas.  Pretty good service from a large corporation on New Year’s Eve!

 

Top portion of antenna bay lying on the ground.  It looks like the tower severed at one of the seams.

Top portion of antenna bay lying on the ground with it’s fake pine branches. It looks like the tower severed at one of the seams.

 

For now it’s back to landline here at home.

Fake Plastic Trees, Part 1
Fake Plastic Trees, Part 2