More ‘good’ than ‘encouraging’.
Thank you, Arizona.
as well as
with special thanks to the indigenous peoples, some of whom rode their horses for three hours to get to a polling station (no paywall, quotes NYTimes which has one):
“Our ancestors fought for us on horseback to live a good life,” Frank Young, Young’s father, told The New York Times. “Now, we’re using this spiritual animal, the horse, to help us defeat our enemy.”
Voter suppression tactics fail again. Love that.
Yep. It’s almost as if treating most people like shit makes them all that much more determined to fight back. 
That Michigan one is rich. This is one of the “complaints.”
Articia Bomer stated, “I witnessed election workers open ballots with Donald Trump votes and respond by rolling their eyes and showing it to other poll workers. I believe some of these ballots may not have been properly counted.”
I’m glad these are getting promptly tossed out.
I suppose this is a positive… encouraging, for a given value of “encouraging” and thanks to all on this bbs for pointing me to Beau’s channel:
Is this as good a place as any for something like this? There are brownshirts marching downtown, but my 6th-grader & I had already signed up to help the Anacostia Watershed Society with a school meadow/outdoor classroom. Figured it’s a better use of our respiration/perspiration.
I got my flu shot. I think this fits here because:
1: though I’m an educated person and not anti-vax at all, this is the first time I’ve gotten the vaccine in at least a decade (due to misguided notions of scarcity and wanting it to be available to more vulnerable people, which I’ve posted about elsewhere), and,
2: I don’t think I’m unique. So I’m guessing that lots of people who previously skipped the flu vaccine have had their minds changed by our current situation.
I hope I’m representative of a lot more people who’ve “seen the light” and are doing this easy thing to lessen the load for our medical professionals going into regular flu season, a thing they might not have done in a “normal” year.
Despite being an asthmatic and having other issues directly related to respiration, I don’t remember a time I’ve ever caught the flu as an adult. Still, I got my shot because the clinic offered it along with my tetanus shot, and yes, worries I’ve had after seeing how much of the population are simply blowing off the seriousness of the COVID-19 pandemic.
Same here, I don’t remember having gotten it as an adult, or if I did, it was minor enough. The thing that made me get the vaccine this year was that now I take more seriously that I might have had it before and not known, and been spreading it around. And some of the people I spread it to might’ve had a much worse time of it.
My arm was sore a few hours after the shot! Seems back to normal now, though.
Falkland Islands free of landmines.
If you liked the flu shot, you’ll love the shingles vaccine…
(Just to keep this on-topic for this thread: That’s still presumably better than actually having shingles)
Oh, damn. I have an appointment for both on Thursday. Oh well, sore arm for several days is worth it.
That’s really all it was (for me)… Got it on a Tuesday; sometime Friday I noticed that my arm didn’t hurt anymore… but, yeah, it doesn’t feel as good as the flu shot.
But their new album, Swirling , confirms that space is, indeed, still the place.
In earthly terms, Morton Street in Philadelphia’s Germantown section is still the place, the place where the Arkestra’s 96-year-old alto saxophonist and music director for the past 23 years, Marshall Allen, still lives, as he has since the early ’70s, with several of the Arkestra’s members. That in itself is a story so unique in the age of the single-family home that it deserves much more robust journalistic treatment than this modest space can provide.
In the present context, the Arkestra’s terrestrial carbon footprint should be of relatively little concern, given that their minds, hearts, souls and, most especially, their music are, as they’ve been for nearly 70 years, still communing with the cosmos and ironing out the final details of mankind’s astral homecoming, where founder Sun Ra, an avowed citizen of Saturn (it was on his passport), will undoubtedly be waiting by the piano, resplendent in pharaonic regalia.
