04OCT2021 – OCF Update – Monday Stuff

A place for everything and everything in its place.  Camera Girl and Princess Sack of Potatoes are active and underfoot today.  They have chores for me.  They don’t know how busy and important I am!  But all is well.

I have revised my exercise routine.  With new found respect for the ability of the Concept II rower to erode the lower back I have taken a more careful and measured method to my madness and have seen great results.  Twenty minutes and 140 calories of effort has actually shown surprising results with only a slightly tightened back.

I await to see what new politico-socio-mayhem awaits us this week.  Perhaps Biden and Fauci will require us to be bled with leeches to show our true allegiance to war against COVID.  Whatever.

One of the many things that has been effected by the global supply chain disruption is digital cameras.  Because the sensors are basically a big piece of silicon the chip makers are a crucial link in the process of launching a new camera.  And so far they have stood in my way of finding an update for my Sony A7 III camera.  The A7 IV is about a year behind schedule and now the October launch is already being scrapped.  The only hope being offered is that at least the authoritative announcement of the new camera’s features will occur in October.  Well, patience is avirtue.

I used to be an avid fan of the 1970s pop group Jethro Tull.  Back then he had a style that combined rock with what might pass for pseudo-Elizabethan folk music.  Anyway, for whatever reason I dug this song out of my memory and attach it here.  For whatever reason the song came up out of the depths of my memory so I’ll pass it along.


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10 months ago

Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot’s running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Hey, Aqualung

Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Hey, Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Oh, Aqualung