Every day awfully shitty things happen and so do wonderful things. I'm currently sitting here trying not to look at any more news about the Bondi shooting. Racism, radicalized masculinity, guns, the internet, or whatever else causes people to do dreadful things, it's all exhausting. Thank goodness for all the beautiful birds. Which also kill, sure, but only because they're hungry,
Here is four seconds of a red tailed hawk I saw on my walk the other day. (At least, I think I'm showing you a video. I can't tell from the preview if it is working or not.) This is the time of year when you see the hawks out everywhere.
This post was going to be all about the car turning over one hundred thousand miles. The first and only new car I've ever bought, we've had it nine years and nine months. But then I started feeling weird about celebrating a car and my ownership of it. Because cars, while awfully convenient, are killing us in many ways, both slow and fast. They turn us into isolated rage machines, we hit each other with them, we're spewing exhaust into the air, we're not walking or talking to each other, and we're paving over the world to make room for all of this. It's so hard not to be complicit. Birds don't have to think about this shit.
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| I was driving during The Moment, and took this photo when I stopped, because numbers are cool. |
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