@jcburns February 14, 2020 at 11:49 pm
Runway 26 L, cleared for takeoff.
@jcburns February 13, 2020 at 11:17 pm
The fine people at Tillamook dairies have what appears to be an annual promotion that involves tweeting on National Cheddar Day (hope you celebrated.) I retweeted the specified stuff and two hours later, a DoorDash person handed me a fancy insulated bag full of cheese.
I guess this is how the internet is supposed to work.
@jcburns February 12, 2020 at 3:17 pm
So the fictional District Attorney of New York from 1990 to 2000 on Law & Order was named…Adam Schiff?! That seems like quite the collision of coincidences.
Tuesday, February 11th, 2020
Even in an age where it’s much easier (and in fact possible) to do so, I don’t spend a lot of time listening to candidates’ stump speeches. They’re designed for a certain effect and past a certain point they sound somehow…pat.
But I listened to Amy Klobuchar’s “we did well in New Hampshire” oration tonight and, in her success, she delivered a lot of the stump speech content, but managed to speak to working-class Americans in a deep, somewhat sad, party-independent way.
And I listened to Joe Biden, who had already decamped to South Carolina, where he could be surrounded by energetic people who weren’t as pasty-white as those in New Hampshire and Iowa. He seemed tired, spent, and a man full of heart, but not much gas in the tank. He has a story, but it’s a story based increasingly in the past. He didn’t do well.
So tonight, the New Hampshire Primary. Play the politics music! Fire up the big boards!
And, because it’s 2020, fire up Twitter on a convenient device and the people (and/or bots) you’ve chosen to follow will give you their quickly-delivered takes.
Updating at 10:55 pm: Buttigieg is speaking to his supporters. Why haven’t I noticed before that his cadences can get very Obama-y?
Monday, February 10th, 2020
Apparently enough people enjoyed the wet and cold weather system that inundated the Southeast last week—we’re getting a rerun this week. Weather is determined by a popular vote, right? Starting at midnight in Dixville Notch, New Hampshire? Maybe I have my news blips and bleeps confused. Maybe a caucus is involved. Or…polling.
All I know is: it’s wet, very wet outside.
Sunday, February 9th, 2020
I should say that the topmost image is from three years ago, before another spate of building. You probably couldn’t see downtown from this spot now. (Also, the Georgia Dome is now gone.)
And if you pulled back—further north—about a half-mile, the forest of midtown buildings would make the center of Atlanta seem somehow secondary.
This is also an indication of why I vastly prefer digital to film. The detail, the detail.
@jcburns February 9, 2020 at 12:59 pm
Sometimes I use a script to make a mosaic of my Instagram pics to try and figure out exactly what life I’ve been living the past few months.
Saturday, February 8th, 2020
I don’t know anyone else whose initials are those of a noted British company that makes excavating machines, tractors, backhoes, and the like.
But I’m oddly proud that mine are. I guess if my name was John Deere or Edward Caterpillar I’d have much the same reaction. (No, don’t bother looking, I just made up Edward Caterpillar.) Deere, however, was a real guy.
JCB was founded in 1945 by Joseph Cyril Bamford, after whom it is named; it continues to be owned by the Bamford family. In the UK, India and Ireland, the word “JCB” is often used colloquially as a generic description for mechanical diggers and excavators and now appears in the Oxford English Dictionary, although it is still held as a trademark.
So…not just a predominant set of initials, but the Oxford Dictionary says when you’re talking JCB, you might as well be talking about big’ol yellow digging machines.
I’m so proud.