Doommaxxing

More of the daily view.  This is where mom sits.  I'm inspired by the abstractions of Saul Leiter, et.al.  I like the decorative as much as the provocative.  Each should work for the betterment of intelligent emotions. 

"Intelligent emotions?  WTF?  You're really goofy, you know that?"

I love questions like that.  You have to answer yes or no. Either way. . . .

Here's something that caught my eye in the N.Y. Times.  

Why the "Got"?  Wordy and wrong.  This Doommaxxing Has to Stop.  The Times has stooped to the vernacular.  But hey--that's where the money is.  Anything too highbrow gets cancelled.  

You know, if you read this on your phone, I don't think you get the full effect.  I've set this as white on a black background.  On your phone, I think, it comes up the opposite.  Not what I intended.  Something is lost.  

Selavy.  

How's your weather?  Good?  I can't tell because national news sensationalizes things to such an extent, it is hard to get a real read.  For most of this year, the average daily temperature here has been five or six degrees above the norm.  I don't look forward to hurricane season.  As far as I can tell based upon the news, though, you've been through wildfire and tornadoes and hail as big as a fist.  You're streets have been turned into rivers by torrential downpours, and, as in Europe, you are dying of heat-related things by the score.  This is republican weather.  The group-think there is that Al Gore was a nut and there is no such thing as Climate Change or Global Warming.  They have to be happy this is only happening to "the little people."  

They score higher on Adorno's discarded "F-Scale" based on the Authoritarian Personality work following the Second World War.  

Frat boys.  

I looked it up, but my conservative friend points out the data I sent him showing that much of A.I. has a liberal bias.  No wonder they fear it.  

But that's all Doomaxxing.  Let's look on the sunny side.  

See?  That was fun.

Oh.  I sent the photo of the girl sitting in the chair on the sidewalk outside her shop that I took with the Liberator camera, the one that didn't look sharp, the one I took to A.I. and wasn't sure if the final result looked like her.  I sent both versions.  She wrote back thanking me and saying how much she loved the photo.  I guess the A.I. version did look like her after all.  I was relieved.  Nice lady.  

Oops.  I looked it up. 

"Saying "a lady" instead of "a woman" can sometimes connote outdated social class expectations. Ultimately, referring to adult females as "women" is generally the safest, most neutral, and most respectful default."

Safety First!  She was a very nice woman.   

It's Friday.  Let the weekend begin!

I really do like that photo of my mother's chair.  It pleases me.