I'm a nerd. I do computer things. I read about computer things. I tried different computer things.
When I was a support specialist where I work I was heavily into using and adapting homegrown database applications. We used Microsoft Access software to interpret and analyze data. A lot of people pooh-pooh Microsoft access but it can be a powerful start to some pretty major databases.
In the real world hashtags were started on social media to make it easier to find posts that were similar to each other. Nerds started using hashtags to tag their data and be able to search across systems like Twitter and Facebook and come up with trending subjects based on the way the data was tagged with the hashtag.
That use of hashtags was ruined by comedians on Saturday Night Live and other venues that made fun of them and encouraged the use of hashtags as commentary instead of data tagging. You can see this when someone posts my new dog #betterthanyours #yourdogsucks #mydogcanbeatupyourdog.
I got in trouble using hashtags once at work. I made a log entry about an event that had happened that day. I hashtagged it so that I could gather data over time on this sort of behavior. Because the log was kept in a system that is seen nationwide someone on high saw my entry and thought I was making commentary about their performance that night. And they called me and demanded that I remove the entire log entry telling me that I was being unprofessional and foolish. I laughed it off and left it the way it was. I never got in trouble over it. But that just highlighted to me several years ago how the nerd concept of tagging data had been corrupted by the comedians and people looking to sarcastically comment without actually saying what they were thinking.
Now I use hashtags to tag things on my social media like this week's discussion topics. I use hashtags to tag text files and move them around in my automatic system of capturing data. I use hashtags to tag posts like this one. They're not always a pound symbol like the #, sometimes there a utility like that little tilde thing at the top of this post.
But hashtags are useful! They're not always smart alec comments by people who don't want to say what they're actually saying. Or they want to insult others in a cute way. I tend to use hashtags for what they were designed for. But like everything else it has multiple uses and depending on the person of the situation they could mean almost anything!
I hope you tag something today with a hashtag. Good luck!
Sunday, May 22, 2022
Monday, May 16, 2022
Hashtags ~
I'm a nerd. I do computer things. I read about computer things. I tried different computer things.
When I was a support specialist where I work I was heavily into using and adapting homegrown database applications. We used Microsoft Access software to interpret and analyze data. A lot of people pooh-pooh Microsoft access but it can be a powerful start to some pretty major databases.
In the real world hashtags were started on social media to make it easier to find posts that were similar to each other. Nerds started using hashtags to tag their data and be able to search across systems like Twitter and Facebook and come up with trending subjects based on the way the data was tagged with the hashtag.
That use of hashtags was ruined by comedians on Saturday Night Live and other venues that made fun of them and encouraged the use of hashtags as commentary instead of data tagging. You can see this when someone posts my new dog #betterthanyours #yourdogsucks #mydogcanbeatupyourdog.
I got in trouble using hashtags once at work. I made a log entry about an event that had happened that day. I hashtagged it so that I could gather data over time on this sort of behavior. Because the log was kept in a system that is seen nationwide someone on high saw my entry and thought I was making commentary about their performance that night. And they called me and demanded that I remove the entire log entry telling me that I was being unprofessional and foolish. I laughed it off and left it the way it was. I never got in trouble over it. But that just highlighted to me several years ago how the nerd concept of tagging data had been corrupted by the comedians and people looking to sarcastically comment without actually saying what they were thinking.
Now I use hashtags to tag things on my social media like this week's discussion topics. I use hashtags to tag text files and move them around in my automatic system of capturing data. I use hashtags to tag posts like this one. They're not always a pound symbol like the #, sometimes there a utility like that little tilde thing at the top of this post.
But hashtags are useful! They're not always smart alec comments by people who don't want to say what they're actually saying. Or they want to insult others in a cute way. I tend to use hashtags for what they were designed for. But like everything else it has multiple uses and depending on the person of the situation they could mean almost anything!
I hope you tag something today with a hashtag. Good luck!
When I was a support specialist where I work I was heavily into using and adapting homegrown database applications. We used Microsoft Access software to interpret and analyze data. A lot of people pooh-pooh Microsoft access but it can be a powerful start to some pretty major databases.
In the real world hashtags were started on social media to make it easier to find posts that were similar to each other. Nerds started using hashtags to tag their data and be able to search across systems like Twitter and Facebook and come up with trending subjects based on the way the data was tagged with the hashtag.
That use of hashtags was ruined by comedians on Saturday Night Live and other venues that made fun of them and encouraged the use of hashtags as commentary instead of data tagging. You can see this when someone posts my new dog #betterthanyours #yourdogsucks #mydogcanbeatupyourdog.
I got in trouble using hashtags once at work. I made a log entry about an event that had happened that day. I hashtagged it so that I could gather data over time on this sort of behavior. Because the log was kept in a system that is seen nationwide someone on high saw my entry and thought I was making commentary about their performance that night. And they called me and demanded that I remove the entire log entry telling me that I was being unprofessional and foolish. I laughed it off and left it the way it was. I never got in trouble over it. But that just highlighted to me several years ago how the nerd concept of tagging data had been corrupted by the comedians and people looking to sarcastically comment without actually saying what they were thinking.
Now I use hashtags to tag things on my social media like this week's discussion topics. I use hashtags to tag text files and move them around in my automatic system of capturing data. I use hashtags to tag posts like this one. They're not always a pound symbol like the #, sometimes there a utility like that little tilde thing at the top of this post.
But hashtags are useful! They're not always smart alec comments by people who don't want to say what they're actually saying. Or they want to insult others in a cute way. I tend to use hashtags for what they were designed for. But like everything else it has multiple uses and depending on the person of the situation they could mean almost anything!
I hope you tag something today with a hashtag. Good luck!
Tuesday, May 10, 2022
Accepting reality ~
So one of the things I've had to learn to do is accept things the way they are. I've always hated that phrase "it is what it is", but it's true.
What's funny is as I have learned to accept things the way they are I'm learning how many people think that means it's never going to be any different. And that's not what I'm approaching. That's not the take that I'm trying to have on things.
I was trained to control my environment around me. To predict things that might happen and be prepared for those things. And when I couldn't do that it would make me angry.
As part of my anger reduction program I am committing to less. I am looking at the way things are and accepting that this is what is right now. And then working from here to either make it something that I want it to be or letting go and letting it go down its own path to wherever it's going without me.
It's a challenge, because most everybody around me has an opinion and wants to see the way things should be. People are quick to get worked up when things are not the way they expect them. I have that happen to me a lot and as I'm getting older and more experienced I'm able to see that while it may not be exactly the way I want it now it will be in a little bit OR it doesn't need to be and I turn to something else or in a different direction.
But I don't just decide that it's never going to be any different when I accept the way things are. I'm trying to find a footing in the undertow of life so that I can stand and begin to direct my efforts in a more fruitful way. More fruitful than the anger and frustration that I lived in for so long.
It's ironic that this is all very frustrating for me. But I am learning, which is good. I was taught to never stop learning.
And I haven't.
What's funny is as I have learned to accept things the way they are I'm learning how many people think that means it's never going to be any different. And that's not what I'm approaching. That's not the take that I'm trying to have on things.
I was trained to control my environment around me. To predict things that might happen and be prepared for those things. And when I couldn't do that it would make me angry.
As part of my anger reduction program I am committing to less. I am looking at the way things are and accepting that this is what is right now. And then working from here to either make it something that I want it to be or letting go and letting it go down its own path to wherever it's going without me.
It's a challenge, because most everybody around me has an opinion and wants to see the way things should be. People are quick to get worked up when things are not the way they expect them. I have that happen to me a lot and as I'm getting older and more experienced I'm able to see that while it may not be exactly the way I want it now it will be in a little bit OR it doesn't need to be and I turn to something else or in a different direction.
But I don't just decide that it's never going to be any different when I accept the way things are. I'm trying to find a footing in the undertow of life so that I can stand and begin to direct my efforts in a more fruitful way. More fruitful than the anger and frustration that I lived in for so long.
It's ironic that this is all very frustrating for me. But I am learning, which is good. I was taught to never stop learning.
And I haven't.
Wednesday, May 4, 2022
About writing in books ~
When I was growing up I was taught to take to care of books. My mother taught me at an early age that any book, either from the library or from our home bookshelf, should be taken care of. No bending it back so you break the spine. No folding over pages to use as a bookmark or two. And definitely no writing in the books. Because we went to the library the books typically belong to the library and you're not supposed to write on.
In school I was taught not to write in books. The textbooks were bought by the school system and passed out and assigned to each student. I was taught how to use paper bags from the grocery store to cover the books and then draw and write on the paper bag cover but never on the actual book. Anybody who actually wrote in the book ended up costing their family money when the school made them replace it as damaged goods.
Then I got to college. Everybody wrote in the books except the people that had to sell their books back at the end of the semester. That was the age of the copy machine and I would spend hours copying pages from my own textbooks that I had spent a lot of my parents' money on to get for class so that I could highlight and scribbl notes on the paper instead of in the book. The further I got in college the less I cared and I started writing in the books and highlighting everything that I wanted to try and remember. But it made me feel guilty and sad that I was defacing a book.
I remember when I would get a book that had folded over corners where other people had marked where they were it would offend me. I would get angry because they weren't taking care of a community resource! I would fold them back and be irritated while I read those 2 to 4 pages and then I would move on through the rest of the book.
When I got a book that had writing in it I was really upset! It distracted me from what I was reading. I would wonder why the person wrote that there. Then I would spend time trying to figure that out and trying to figure out what was so important.
E-books are awesome but there is a feature that I do not like at all. In the Kindle e-book system will show you what's been highlighted by others and how many times it's been highlighted. I turn that off! I don't usually want to know what anybody else did with the book, not in school or whatever, I want a pristine book to do what I want. But I do enjoy highlighting things in my own copies of the e-books and I enjoy making some notes on them. And sometimes actually go back and look at those highlights in months!
Recently I was in a church service where we had a guest speaker at our church. As part of his message that night he talked about how when he met a Christian he knew what kind of Christian they were from the condition of their Bible. He told a story about Christians who have Bibles in the back window of their vehicle. A story about Christians who carry a nice pretty leather Bible but the pages are not worn and there is no usage look about the book. Then he told a story about a woman that had died and he got the look in her Bible that she used. He said that she use that Bible every day. The pages were very worn. The pages had writing in the margins all throughout the Bible. And he could tell that she was a good Christian because her Bible was well-worn.
I use a Bible app on my devices to read the Bible. I do some highlighting in my Bible app. I do some notetaking in my Bible app. But for the most part you're never going to see a whole bunch of notes in the physical Bible owned by me. I guess that makes me a bad Christian in some peoples' eyes.
But I take care of books. I had several bookshelves full of paperback books that I've read over the years in the basement. One of my sons explained it to to my wife that those books were kind of like deer heads on the wall for hunters. They were my trophies showing my accomplishment to others. And to myself. Memory joggers of something fun and accomplished.
I got rid of those books. I got tired of them taking up space and gathering dust. But I took pictures of every one of the covers before I got rid of them because I like my trophies.
I don't like writing in books.
In school I was taught not to write in books. The textbooks were bought by the school system and passed out and assigned to each student. I was taught how to use paper bags from the grocery store to cover the books and then draw and write on the paper bag cover but never on the actual book. Anybody who actually wrote in the book ended up costing their family money when the school made them replace it as damaged goods.
Then I got to college. Everybody wrote in the books except the people that had to sell their books back at the end of the semester. That was the age of the copy machine and I would spend hours copying pages from my own textbooks that I had spent a lot of my parents' money on to get for class so that I could highlight and scribbl notes on the paper instead of in the book. The further I got in college the less I cared and I started writing in the books and highlighting everything that I wanted to try and remember. But it made me feel guilty and sad that I was defacing a book.
I remember when I would get a book that had folded over corners where other people had marked where they were it would offend me. I would get angry because they weren't taking care of a community resource! I would fold them back and be irritated while I read those 2 to 4 pages and then I would move on through the rest of the book.
When I got a book that had writing in it I was really upset! It distracted me from what I was reading. I would wonder why the person wrote that there. Then I would spend time trying to figure that out and trying to figure out what was so important.
E-books are awesome but there is a feature that I do not like at all. In the Kindle e-book system will show you what's been highlighted by others and how many times it's been highlighted. I turn that off! I don't usually want to know what anybody else did with the book, not in school or whatever, I want a pristine book to do what I want. But I do enjoy highlighting things in my own copies of the e-books and I enjoy making some notes on them. And sometimes actually go back and look at those highlights in months!
Recently I was in a church service where we had a guest speaker at our church. As part of his message that night he talked about how when he met a Christian he knew what kind of Christian they were from the condition of their Bible. He told a story about Christians who have Bibles in the back window of their vehicle. A story about Christians who carry a nice pretty leather Bible but the pages are not worn and there is no usage look about the book. Then he told a story about a woman that had died and he got the look in her Bible that she used. He said that she use that Bible every day. The pages were very worn. The pages had writing in the margins all throughout the Bible. And he could tell that she was a good Christian because her Bible was well-worn.
I use a Bible app on my devices to read the Bible. I do some highlighting in my Bible app. I do some notetaking in my Bible app. But for the most part you're never going to see a whole bunch of notes in the physical Bible owned by me. I guess that makes me a bad Christian in some peoples' eyes.
But I take care of books. I had several bookshelves full of paperback books that I've read over the years in the basement. One of my sons explained it to to my wife that those books were kind of like deer heads on the wall for hunters. They were my trophies showing my accomplishment to others. And to myself. Memory joggers of something fun and accomplished.
I got rid of those books. I got tired of them taking up space and gathering dust. But I took pictures of every one of the covers before I got rid of them because I like my trophies.
I don't like writing in books.
Friday, April 22, 2022
Being an Uncle ~
I am the uncle of eight nieces and nephews that I know about. All but one of them are adults now, the other one is a teenager.
As my nieces and nephews were growing up I didn't get to see them very often. My family is scattered across the United States and now even across the planet. But when I was younger my nieces and nephews lived in different states most of the time. The youngest one has lived in my state for a number of years but lives about two hours away from me.
So as an uncle I haven't really gotten to know my nieces and nephews. Busy with my career and raising my own children I didn't get to spend hardly any time with nieces and nephews. When we would go and visit their parents the visit usually focused on adults with adults and our children with their children. And because we lived so far away that did not happen very often.
My wife has kept up with them pretty well but same as me has not seen them very often. But I'm not talking about her right now.
As an uncle I feel like my role has been maligned by entertainment media. The weird uncle, the crazy uncle the drunkard dope smoking uncle that is in and out of jail. The uncle that stays hidden and nobody knows because nobody really wants to be around them. That's what an uncle is as far as I have seen presented in the media.
When I was growing up we moved out into the woods and lived in a house that my parents had built when my father retired from the military. The house was on property next to my grandparents property. But because of the relationship and life in general I did not get to see my grandparents very often. Usually just on holidays and the occasional special occasion. But not very often.
My father had lots of uncles. He had about seven uncles and one aunt. And that was just on his father's side of the family on his mother's side of the family he had to uncles that I know about. One of those uncles lived just up the road from where our house was and we rode by his family's house daily whenever I would go to school or whenever we would go into town.
I didn't really get to see my great uncles. We would ride by their house and look and see what might have changed but other than that didn't really stop. They were different and strange and in and out of trouble. The uncle was fine but his children were not.
And so I grew up seeing my dad drive by his uncles house daily and never knew him to stop and say hello or hang out or whatever. We would make the occasional trip into town to visit one of the other uncles. But it just wasn't a regular part of our time there.
Now that most of my nieces and nephews are adults we've made some efforts to go and see them. We traveled out to the middle of the country to visit two nieces and that was a very pleasant experience. We reached out to others but have gotten very little response. On a recent trip to Israel we made it clear what were doing and or niece that is living in Israel made the effort to come and see us while we were there which was awesome! Her and her husband are living in Israel for a couple of years and it was great to see them over there.
My youngest nephew is one that I have not seen very often. At some point I realized that I had seen him fewer times than the number of years he had been alive and that made me sad. I racked my brain trying to figure out a way that I could let him get to know me and my family a little bit more than the occasional holiday or special event time together where his face was glued to a screen of some kind. And I came up with an idea that I continue to this day.
I started sending on postcards. I would share a painting that my wife had done, I would share a picture of my wife and I at something we were doing. When we go on trips I try to send him a postcard of what we are seeing or doing. I use an app called TouchNote to send the postcards so that they are very personal and not store-bought and very easy to do: going from place to place.
I enjoy sending the postcards to him so much that I started sending postcards to some of the others. Not all the time, not very often, but just enough to let them know that they have an aunt and uncle that care for them that doesn't get to see them very often and that we are thinking about them.
I hope that my efforts have some sort of impact. Not necessarily with me but just with them reaching out to those that they care for and letting them know that they care. Pass it on and all.
You can learn more about the TouchNote app at https://touchnote.onelink.me/F720/7iapvmdf
As my nieces and nephews were growing up I didn't get to see them very often. My family is scattered across the United States and now even across the planet. But when I was younger my nieces and nephews lived in different states most of the time. The youngest one has lived in my state for a number of years but lives about two hours away from me.
So as an uncle I haven't really gotten to know my nieces and nephews. Busy with my career and raising my own children I didn't get to spend hardly any time with nieces and nephews. When we would go and visit their parents the visit usually focused on adults with adults and our children with their children. And because we lived so far away that did not happen very often.
My wife has kept up with them pretty well but same as me has not seen them very often. But I'm not talking about her right now.
As an uncle I feel like my role has been maligned by entertainment media. The weird uncle, the crazy uncle the drunkard dope smoking uncle that is in and out of jail. The uncle that stays hidden and nobody knows because nobody really wants to be around them. That's what an uncle is as far as I have seen presented in the media.
When I was growing up we moved out into the woods and lived in a house that my parents had built when my father retired from the military. The house was on property next to my grandparents property. But because of the relationship and life in general I did not get to see my grandparents very often. Usually just on holidays and the occasional special occasion. But not very often.
My father had lots of uncles. He had about seven uncles and one aunt. And that was just on his father's side of the family on his mother's side of the family he had to uncles that I know about. One of those uncles lived just up the road from where our house was and we rode by his family's house daily whenever I would go to school or whenever we would go into town.
I didn't really get to see my great uncles. We would ride by their house and look and see what might have changed but other than that didn't really stop. They were different and strange and in and out of trouble. The uncle was fine but his children were not.
And so I grew up seeing my dad drive by his uncles house daily and never knew him to stop and say hello or hang out or whatever. We would make the occasional trip into town to visit one of the other uncles. But it just wasn't a regular part of our time there.
Now that most of my nieces and nephews are adults we've made some efforts to go and see them. We traveled out to the middle of the country to visit two nieces and that was a very pleasant experience. We reached out to others but have gotten very little response. On a recent trip to Israel we made it clear what were doing and or niece that is living in Israel made the effort to come and see us while we were there which was awesome! Her and her husband are living in Israel for a couple of years and it was great to see them over there.
My youngest nephew is one that I have not seen very often. At some point I realized that I had seen him fewer times than the number of years he had been alive and that made me sad. I racked my brain trying to figure out a way that I could let him get to know me and my family a little bit more than the occasional holiday or special event time together where his face was glued to a screen of some kind. And I came up with an idea that I continue to this day.
I started sending on postcards. I would share a painting that my wife had done, I would share a picture of my wife and I at something we were doing. When we go on trips I try to send him a postcard of what we are seeing or doing. I use an app called TouchNote to send the postcards so that they are very personal and not store-bought and very easy to do: going from place to place.
I enjoy sending the postcards to him so much that I started sending postcards to some of the others. Not all the time, not very often, but just enough to let them know that they have an aunt and uncle that care for them that doesn't get to see them very often and that we are thinking about them.
I hope that my efforts have some sort of impact. Not necessarily with me but just with them reaching out to those that they care for and letting them know that they care. Pass it on and all.
You can learn more about the TouchNote app at https://touchnote.onelink.me/F720/7iapvmdf
Sunday, April 17, 2022
Four pieces of ice ~
My father retired from the Air Force when I was 12 years old. Seventh grade was a tough time to change schools, but because we had moved a few times I knew how to do it because I had already done it a couple of times in my few years at school. We moved from Patrick Air Force Base on the East Coast of Florida to Central Florida near Ocala.
It was good! My brother and I had a room together, my grandmother had her own bedroom, and then my parents were on the other end of the house in the master bedroom suite.
Summers in Florida are hot! And we had moved into a brand-new house that my parents had built. Central air conditioning was awesome! And the refrigerator had something that we had never had before, an icemaker!
My brother and I love making sweet tea and putting gobs of ice in our glasses and pouring the tea over the ice while it was still hot so that when we drink it the ice was almost melted and the tea was cold. Of course this took a lot of ice and so for the first few months or so as things warmed up in the spring and early summer we used a lot of ice to the point that when my mom and dad got home from work there would be no ice in the ice maker tray for them to use.
After a few weeks of grumbling about no ice and maybe the ice machine was too slow my Mom caught on to what we were doing when we would make tea. She then made a rule that we could not have any more than four pieces of ice in our cup at a time.
My brother and I were devastated! Now our plan when we made tea didn't work and we had to come up with something different. So we would make the tea and then let it all cool then put it in the refrigerator and make sure that it was cold before we drink it. Which is what we should've been doing in the first place, but because we had the new icemaker we thought that we could just use the ice.
When the icemaker broke we had to switch back to ice trays which is a pain in and of itself. That led to arguments over somebody not filling the ice trays and me and my brother coming up with more efficient ways to fill the ice trays after we emptied the (he was always better that than me).
But to this day when I go to get ice I feel a twinge of something when I take more than four pieces of ice, whether it's by hand, from a tray, or from a dispenser in the door
The memories of childhood...
It was good! My brother and I had a room together, my grandmother had her own bedroom, and then my parents were on the other end of the house in the master bedroom suite.
Summers in Florida are hot! And we had moved into a brand-new house that my parents had built. Central air conditioning was awesome! And the refrigerator had something that we had never had before, an icemaker!
My brother and I love making sweet tea and putting gobs of ice in our glasses and pouring the tea over the ice while it was still hot so that when we drink it the ice was almost melted and the tea was cold. Of course this took a lot of ice and so for the first few months or so as things warmed up in the spring and early summer we used a lot of ice to the point that when my mom and dad got home from work there would be no ice in the ice maker tray for them to use.
After a few weeks of grumbling about no ice and maybe the ice machine was too slow my Mom caught on to what we were doing when we would make tea. She then made a rule that we could not have any more than four pieces of ice in our cup at a time.
My brother and I were devastated! Now our plan when we made tea didn't work and we had to come up with something different. So we would make the tea and then let it all cool then put it in the refrigerator and make sure that it was cold before we drink it. Which is what we should've been doing in the first place, but because we had the new icemaker we thought that we could just use the ice.
When the icemaker broke we had to switch back to ice trays which is a pain in and of itself. That led to arguments over somebody not filling the ice trays and me and my brother coming up with more efficient ways to fill the ice trays after we emptied the (he was always better that than me).
But to this day when I go to get ice I feel a twinge of something when I take more than four pieces of ice, whether it's by hand, from a tray, or from a dispenser in the door
The memories of childhood...
Monday, April 4, 2022
Forest meme ~
I saw a meme where a Turkish man had spent the last 30 years using his personal income to buy and plant over 11,000 trees in a valley in the desert and Turkey. And how great that was that he did that.
I thought about it for a few minutes and then I wondered why no one was complaining about the environment that he ruined. People look at deserts and think they are lifeless but they're not. Life is different in the desert. Water is scarce, animals are different colors to blend in with the sand and rocks. If there are wild plants they are scraggly and usually small because of the lack of water and continued sunshine every day beating on them.
I find it fascinating that people automatically use their filters for what they believe is "better" to judge the actions of somebody like this man and say that what he did was good.
It's kind of like the whole effort to go to Mars and colonize another planet. I love Star Trek and I love the idea of space travel and exploring the galaxy and even the universe, but right now Mars is a "pristine" environment littered with many failed robots that are trash on the surface of the planet. There are a few that are still active and are leaving tracks in the sand of a pristine planet. And we have a growing constellation of satellites that are orbiting this other planet that is untouched by human hands except through robots.
While I understand people looking at what we're doing here in our own backyard I don't understand why nobody is crying out to save Mars.
At least that's the logic that I keep seeing. And it's the logic that the majority of people accept as right and true. I tend to question those things and wonder what were missing when we just accept things.
I thought about it for a few minutes and then I wondered why no one was complaining about the environment that he ruined. People look at deserts and think they are lifeless but they're not. Life is different in the desert. Water is scarce, animals are different colors to blend in with the sand and rocks. If there are wild plants they are scraggly and usually small because of the lack of water and continued sunshine every day beating on them.
I find it fascinating that people automatically use their filters for what they believe is "better" to judge the actions of somebody like this man and say that what he did was good.
It's kind of like the whole effort to go to Mars and colonize another planet. I love Star Trek and I love the idea of space travel and exploring the galaxy and even the universe, but right now Mars is a "pristine" environment littered with many failed robots that are trash on the surface of the planet. There are a few that are still active and are leaving tracks in the sand of a pristine planet. And we have a growing constellation of satellites that are orbiting this other planet that is untouched by human hands except through robots.
While I understand people looking at what we're doing here in our own backyard I don't understand why nobody is crying out to save Mars.
At least that's the logic that I keep seeing. And it's the logic that the majority of people accept as right and true. I tend to question those things and wonder what were missing when we just accept things.
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