I saw Black Panther today. Unlike the overwhelmingly positive reviews I’d read about the film, my impression was that it was just a hybrid of Star Wars, Matrix, X-Men and James Bond movies. Hardly the high watermark in movie history that it’s being hyped as.
WWI and WWII is something I’ve found fascinating my whole life. Nowadays with films on demand thanks to YouTube, Netflix, The Smithsonian et al, there’s an abundance of stuff to watch. Gone are the days where you’d have to wait all week for the next episode.
Watching the PBS series “American Experience: The Great War” about WWI is probably the best footage I’ve ever seen on that war. However, it’s the horror of how many died and the ways in which they died that is the big takeaway. A million dead at the Somme? That’s beyond comprehension. Gas attacks. Machine guns. Trench warfare. Soldiers mowed down as if they were nothing.
When you’re ten, a year is only 1/10th of your life, but when you’re fifty, it’s 1/50th. That’s why time feels like it’s going faster as we get older.
— R. S. Barry
One way to gauge the success of an ecommerce site is by the amount of support tickets it generates. Customers who can’t find what they’re looking for or are having other problems with the site are more likely to open a support ticket than those aren’t having problems.
For a quick meal, steam the organic kale, chard and spinach mix from Costco and then squeeze a half a lemon on it. Done!
Awhile back, I watched “America in Color: The 1920s” and now “America in Color: The 1930s” is showing on the Smithsonian channel. These are wonderful films with the colorization skillfully done. It’s fascinating to see the country and people as it once was and in reality, it wasn’t all that long ago. Like crops of wheat, all those people (well at least the adults shown) are long dead. Their work is what lives on, be it the Golden Gate Bridge or the Wizard of Oz.
My late friend Barry remarked one time about the old Weeping Willow tree in the yard as being “not long for this world.” It’s a curious phrase, but hits home that all living things have an expiration date. Eventually, every tree, cat, dog or person dies — that’s life.
Today I saw one of my college classmates waiting for a bus. He looked so much older than the last time I saw him. No longer youthful, now just another old man at a bus stop.