A great deal of blood has passed under many bridges since this blog was first published. My readership, hovering somewhere between zero and one, has been holding it's statistical half-breath for quite a while, as my writer has dithered about when and whether to continue at all with this conceit. Finally, a consensus seems to have been reached: The ongoing criminal activity of the present administration, not to mention the corporate malfeasance that passes for "business as usual" and the on-going ecological depredations that seem to presage a mass extinction with few precedents seems to be materializing right on schedule cries out for some response. Whether adding to the background noise of the blogesphere can possibly make any positive difference probably misses the point: On a sinking ship, one can probably be forgiven for picking up a megaphone and yelling into it...

But, as fate would have it, I cannot resume posting in earnest just quite yet, but will do so Real Soon Now.

Time's Arrow 

        Time flies like an arrow.

        Fruit flies like a banana.

        --- (wrongly) attributed to Groucho Marx 

An elaboration…

Time Flies Like an Arrow

An Ode to Oettinger

Now, thin fruit flies like thunderstorms,
And thin farm boys like farm girls narrow;
And tax firm men like fat tax forms –
But time flies like an arrow.

When tax forms tax all firm men's souls,
While farm girls slim their boyfriends' flanks;
That's when the murd'rous thunder rolls –
And thins the fruit flies ranks.

Like tossed bananas in the skies,
The thin fruit flies like common yarrow;
Then's the time to time the time flies –
Like the time flies like an arrow.

— Edison B. Schroeder (1966)

 Observation…

        In The Realm of Meaning, Context is Everything.