The Uncertainty Principle: Many the days go by---

Things progress over time.
Projects first appearing hopeless,

on being started
but when worked on become viewed as possible,
when finally pausing to look up are surprisingly completed.

I am enjoying this simple accomplishing,

and the accolades I get from my JoJo for

a homestead improvement job well done----

It really sucks now that

all my pop-up ads when trolling the Internet

are for hover chairs, Viagra and reverse mortgages?

I religiously wear my Finnish Suunto Digital watch on a daily basis

not because I need to keep track of the time for appointments or meetings?

Rather:

It has an excellent display for the day of the week.

Which is what I have a tendency to lose track of now.

The past few days have been in-between?
Sort of a highway rest area before the decision on what project to tackle next?

Not really a problem--there is plenty to-do that interests me.
I merely have to pick one---

I'm fighting an OODA Loop within my brain,

style vs. substance.

So what the fuck is this now?

The subject locking me up mentally is a sofa on our back porch.

In the process of re-designing and re-structuring our living room,

a love seat sofa became redundant.

It now resides on our back porch which is also in the process
of being re-constructed?

This has brought about a huge mental glitch for me.

Born 16 miles outside of New York City--

a sofa on the porch is very foreign to me--

We just didn't do 'dese things

A sofa on a porch brings up visions of one of those

hillbilly horror movies, the Hills have Eyes kinda vibe--?

Deliverance Banjo playing--chainsaws---

mullet headed white guys yelling out HOO-WEEE every chance they get---

You know?

This is apparently a personal genetic thing since everyone else,

my lovely wife, visitors, and our dog all love sitting on it---

Sighing while comfortably enjoying the outside...

Even I have to admit it's comfy sitting on it out there---but still--?
I am in a love/hate relationship with the couch on the porch.

I believed the back porch was merely a rest stop for the sofa

on the way to the dump or goodwill.

But it is just so fucking comfortable to sit on---?

Now I hold two completely opposed positions in my weird brain--

Hillbilly comfort--

waging war against

east coast genetic requirements---

I am attempting to develop a possible

common comfort zone---

where these conflicting cultures in my mind can find agreement?

Maybe?

I have on pre-order for May delivery Neal Stephenson's
new book SEVENEVES.

Stephenson's books are huge, complex and
create amazingly different SF future's.
I enjoy everything he writes...
Looking forward to reading his new book...

We viewed the 2014 version of Godzilla on DVD.
I know i am in the minority with this opinion-----
I thought the
2014 version SUCKED----
I watched it---any new monster movie is better than no monster movie...
2014 Godzilla is well---too, almost, weirdly imitation Japanese?

Imitation Japanese simply cannot be done---

There is no why to the 2014 plot, and there are too many monsters involved---
I'll view and enjoy the 1998 Godzilla and simply forget the 2014 version exists.
The 1998 versions visuals were so much better.

The tipping point to me is that the 1998 Godzilla film
has Jean Reno starring in it--
the French "John Wayne"...

Therefore the 1998 version wins.

I discovered and recovered a Magnavox D8443..

Built in Singapore and first marketed in the early to mid 1980's
A number of these models still physically exist due to
large numbers of sales in U.S. military Px's.
Many G.I's purchased this particular model for portable music.
D8843's that still function properly are however extremely rare--
The design has a plastic gearing system tape deck that usually
self-destructs over time due to wear and tear or simply age.

My D8443 is in outstanding condition--plays wonderfully--
sounds tremendous--it is one of those truly classic
huge, loud blasters but at the same time features an understated design.
I was very lucky to find one in this condition for my collection.