News blues…
In the US state of Michigan, the forces for crazy upped the game over the weekend: “Supporters of President Donald Trump amped up their efforts to intimidate Michigan officials this weekend, gathering with firearms outside Secretary of State Jocelyn Benson’s home on Saturday to protest the battleground state’s election results…”
In the US, the combination of crazy coupled with access to guns is a potent combination for violent wackiness.
The prez, it is worth repeating, does nothing, says nothing, and shows no intention of doing or saying anything, about the pandemic… other than tweeting that his clown-show lawyer, Rudy Giuliani, has contracted Covid-19:
Being caught in a storm, while riding horses, or swimming in dams, or exploring the veld was deeply thrilling and satisfying. Thunder, lightning, and drenching rain reminded me that I was part of an amazing world worth celebrating as the spirit moved me: running, singing, and dancing amid the wildness.
During yesterday’s thunderstorm – lighting flashing directly overhead and buckets more rain – I realized that living for decades in California has impeded me not at all of the need to celebrate our planet’s vitality.
My brain rejoices as it reorients and my voice, if not my body, follows: I sing my appreciation.
The prez, it is worth repeating, does nothing, says nothing, and shows no intention of doing or saying anything, about the pandemic… other than tweeting that his clown-show lawyer, Rudy Giuliani, has contracted Covid-19:
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| Rudy infected with Covid Perhaps not wearing a mask and gulping air is partly to blame? Iconic Rudy Giuliani |
"Rudy Giuliani, by far the greatest mayor in the history of NYC, and who has been working tirelessly exposing the most corrupt election (by far!) in the history of the USA, has tested positive for the China Virus. Get better soon Rudy, we will carry on!!!"
The stock-in-trade of Carry On humour was innuendo and the sending-up of British institutions and customs, such as the National Health Service (Nurse, Doctor, Again Doctor, Matron and the proposed Again Nurse), the monarchy (Henry), the Empire (Up the Khyber), the armed forces (Sergeant, England, Jack and the proposed Flying and Escaping), the police (Constable) and the trade unions (At Your Convenience) as well as camping (Camping), foreign holidays (Cruising, Abroad), beauty contests (Girls), caravan holidays (Behind), and the education system (Teacher) amongst others. Although the films were very often panned by critics, they mostly proved very popular with audiences.
In 2007, the pun "Infamy, infamy, they've all got it in for me", spoken by Kenneth Williams (playing Julius Caesar) in Carry on Cleo, was voted the funniest one-line joke in film history.
Healthy planet, anyone?
The pandemic will leave behind a very different world from that of a year ago. Thousands of people have died; entire industries have been brought to the brink; welfare states have been shaken. In the coming years, the major challenge facing all public leaders will be charting a path of recovery through the devastating human, social and economic marks that Covid-19 has left on our societies.
But rather than redoubling on the fragile world of the pre-pandemic age, we should be taking advantage of this moment to build one that is more just, balanced and sustainable.
Cities will play a key role in this process. Barcelona and its metropolitan area want to lead the response to one of the toughest situations that humanity has faced in modern times. Achieving this will mean tackling two interrelated challenges. We need to continue the fight against the climate crisis, spurred by the European Green Deal. And we will need to boost the post-Covid economy through green technologies, sustainable industry and transport. ...
Read “Cities can lead a green revolution after Covid. In Barcelona, we're showing how…”
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
Reorienting the brain: strong memories from my childhood in the Valley of a Thousand Hills include hot summer days concluding with fierce afternoon thunderstorms. Perhaps the storms were more intense because we lived on the edge of a valley, what was referred to as “the highest point.” The standard signifier or this status was a black and white plaque – no words – affixed to a five-foot metal pole embedded in a bucket of concrete buried above the slope into the valley/escarpment.Being caught in a storm, while riding horses, or swimming in dams, or exploring the veld was deeply thrilling and satisfying. Thunder, lightning, and drenching rain reminded me that I was part of an amazing world worth celebrating as the spirit moved me: running, singing, and dancing amid the wildness.
During yesterday’s thunderstorm – lighting flashing directly overhead and buckets more rain – I realized that living for decades in California has impeded me not at all of the need to celebrate our planet’s vitality.
My brain rejoices as it reorients and my voice, if not my body, follows: I sing my appreciation.
