I got out in the gardens during one of the sunny intervals between rain and gloom. Picked a nice batch of peppers I need to clean and freeze today. The weather this week should be better for getting some more clean up done.
Motherboard has an interesting piece today: Modern Media Are Made For Forgetting. I have often wondered how future historians will deal with our modern media. So many of the old films from the first 50 years of the last century have deteriorated beyond saving. The author talks about a progression from clay tablets to papyrus to parchment to paper to digital but how much in each of those media never made it to the next step? Sometimes I wonder what information we would find if we still had access to those media. Sometimes we can't even decipher or interpret them. It brings to mind "Ozymandias" by Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”