August 5th, 2013


(no subject) -- This was in the content of the presentation about camera trapping. VERY CUTE PHOTOS of a kit fox family toughing it out in a very dry year. -- So here's vat grown meat, a science fiction staple. Christine (rushing for her mandola lesson) looked horrified, which surprised me a little, as the no animals being killed would be a value for her. On the other hand, i explicitly asked her about eating such a burger, and perhaps she is just happily off meat altogether.

I ponder whether this is more efficient than cows producing the protein and fat: i can't imagine it is, but the article notes the research motivation is due to, "Raising animals destined for the dinner table takes up about 70 percent of all agricultural land." So while it may take more power, it's more compact and can take place in the midst of population centers. Transit goes away.


Saturday we went on a junket up to the Legion of Honor for the exhibition of "Impressionists on the water." The marine layer was blanketing the coast, but i still wanted to stop for coastal flower photos on the drive back, so we took highway 1. We also were in search of coffee: the cafe at the museum didn't appear to have a to-go option. Pacifica, which i always think of mouldering under the grey coastal blanketed sky, seemed a likely coffee source. Google Maps identified a coffee place just on the pier, so we headed there, finding that Pacifica was bathed in light. We got our coffee in the cosy little coffee stand (the sign for Chit Chat Cafe marked by rusty trails from the bolts) and walked out on the pier. After the hours spent looking at the sky and sea through the eyes of the Impressionists, i couldn't stop from just shooting images of the sunlight on the green sea.

We returned home to the last of the sunny day in the South Bay. I'd been hungry all day, and so we went to our local Mexican restaurant and left after dark. At home, i rather quickly retired to bed.

Yesterday i slept in as i had on Saturday, waking in time to read a bit before going out to visit with the group of women from the Minnow. Then to Meeting, then i escaped quickly to go home. I felt very tired and ended up resting, napping, and generally letting my mind and self let go. Only at the very tail end of the day did i feel much motivation: i picked an inflorescence from my borage plant and set up a "studio" setting for taking macro images.

This morning i'm reading about the borage flower's structure. Christine is having her mandola lesson via skype with her Australian instructor who lives in Germany. Greycie Loo is happily snuggling against me as we listen.

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