I am on the way to a 9pm meeting with a client and the designer. The client is worried about the background color on a mural I am starting.......concerned about how the color changes at night. Hence the unusual time for the meeting.
It was 95 degrees in Cincinnati today and hellishly humid and the
air conditioning in my car is broken. Open windows on the highway are
in the extreme minority. This along with cars that obey the speed limit and
humans who do not tailgate.
What is it about people who tailgate you when the other two or three lanes are wide open? How does passive-aggressiveness find suitability in a four-thousand pound metal box traveling at seventy miles an hour? The stupidity and obnoxiousness of this kind of auto mania is something that I can’t really fathom.
The dreadful Venus-like weather only heightens my weariness of driving.
I always wonder how many millions of miles and countless hours I have spent doing this ridiculous activity. Driving a car can be great fun. But seeing the masses of vehicles crammed mile after mile on overburdened roads, spewing atmosphere-killing toxins into the air, day after day after year after decade and now into another century....well, it ain't so fun.
It’s absurd.
Agreed. I sometimes think in terms of "scrims" as in the theater, where I can overlay the image of a past time. Like maybe going six miles an hour behind an old horse. Time to think and see. Don't know about you, but sometimes I think I'm in the wrong time zone.
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It does change so much as we age, doesn't it?