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Images of Egypt

Okay these weren’t taken today, but J-E and I were there just a couple of years ago, so here’s joining the celebration…

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Somewhere on the Karakorum Highway…

The Karakorum highway crosses the backbone of Asia, connecting Chinese Turkestan and Pakistan.  The Kunjerab Pass, at 15397ft, is probably the highest border crossing in the world.  This shows the highway as it leaves Kashgar headed for the Pamir Plateau.

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Somewhere on the Silk Road…

This picture was taken at about the half-way point on a train trip from Singapore to Norway, at a place called Jiayuguan  (嘉峪关) in western China…

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Human (vs) Nature

I’m in a provocative mood.  Not sure why, maybe it’s the dogs. Nature is amazing.  It will be around long after we are gone. And nature will probably be the reason that we (humans) are gone, at least if we do not follow some of its rules.  But as long as humans are here on earth, there are some rules that we do not necessarily need to follow. This “human delinquency” will enrich our lives while we are here, although it may at the same time hasten our demise.  Case in point: natural selection.  Nature is pretty good at weeding out the sick and weak: it simply lets them die – often before they can contribute to the gene pool. Or often enough. We as humans are born with compassion so we take the opposite viewpoint.  We nurture the sick and needy, at least in most societies. Hence “the meek shall inherit the earth.”
So having said that, here’s a provocative what if:

What if…

…I was the ruler of a country of very able, very smart people. And I decided that I wanted to make them more able and more smart.  Create the ‘perfect race,’ as it were.  And suppose I was ruthless – or at best, objectively scientific. What would I do? I could collect all of my people and ship them off to containment facilities – let’s call them “filtering factories” – where I feed them very little, give them no heat, force them to live in close proximity so that their illnesses are all spread to each other – then force them to work until they collapse. Now, there would likely be a very high attrition rate. But wouldn’t the survivors be the perfect race? Those with the ability to ensure that our species – or at least the members of my ‘country’ – are best suited to survive?

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Frigid

Actually the Pacific Northwest is anything but frigid. But this morning, with frost encrusting the windows of the  truck and the dogs exhaling long streams of steam as they waited for me to scrape the windows with my pathetic credit card, it actually felt like we were joining the rest of the country’s cold snap.  Maybe it’s just a sympathetic cold…

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Signs

I love this sign. Found it in the middle of the Wadi Rum desert in southern Jordan near the border with Saudi Arabia. Originally the train line was built to carry pilgrims to Jeddah, but it has long been abandoned.

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Sunday Morning

We don’t have a lot of sun up here in the Pacific Northwest, but we do have some interesting combinations of weather and scenery. While the rest of the country is frozen or under snow, up here everything is verdant, lush, moist, spongy, misty – even sometimes mystical. And it somehow makes the morning coffee taste that much better. Outside, the only sounds are the occasional fog horn, an egret, or perhaps a sea lion.  Or the low rumble of the Bremerton ferry…

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Panama Limited

Good morning America how are you? Say don’t you know me I’m your native son? I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans, I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
In 1960, when I first rode this train, Illinois Central ran two trains between Chicago and New Orleans. The Panama Limited was the all-sleeper night train and the City of New Orleans was the significantly cheaper, coach-only day train. Most ‘colored folk’ rode the City of New Orleans, but they also worked on the Panama Limited. I don’t remember much from when I was five, but I do remember trains. And I remember that I was five for a long time…   [This is under construction, but to feel free to read on…]

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The Lightning Bolt

Sometimes it just strikes you.