Observation from a recent trip: the automated announcements at Des Moines Airport are delivered with a British accent. While classy, it seems a poor fit for the locale. Contrast Des Moines with Dallas, where the same announcements come with a hearty Texas twang.
Somewhere not far from Cahokia Mounds Historic Site there is a landfill. You could see it from the interstate and from the top of Monk’s Mound, the largest earthen mound at Cahokia. Monk’s Mound is 100 feet tall. Monk’s Mound was easily the tallest man-made thing in North America when it was built hundreds of years ago. The landfill— merely one pile of refuse from one middling city in a vastly more advanced civilization— dwarfs Monk’s Mound.
The exhibits at Cahokia emphasize the (relative) sophistication of the city. Which is true, for North America of the time, but in the big picture Cahokia was a good seven thousand years behind Old World civilizations. The Cahokians built and maintained their city and trade network without: the wheel, metal tools, masonry, draft animals, a system of writing, or currency. The causes of Cahokia’s decline and demise are not known, only that they were gradual and not catastrophic, but I’m not too terribly surprised that Cahokia declined and vanished. I’m more impressed that it lasted as long as it did.
Even though it’s a 100 minute advertisement for the product, I’m pretty sure none of the characters in The Lego Movie ever actually spoke the name “Lego.” I’ll have to see it again just to check but there’s a powerful brand.
There were some teenagers in another part of the gym locker room. They were maybe thirteen or fourteen, old enough to talk like adults but young enough that they still sounded like women. I kept thinking I was in the wrong locker room.
It never occurred to me that Facebook would have a Facebook page. It has things on it like “422,769 people like this.”
The later afternoon sun shining through the plowed snow pile in our parking lot caught my eye. This week’s spring thaw left a little ice cave, complete with icicle stalactites, in the bottom of the pile of snow and debris.
During our visit to Argentina this winter I took some photos in my in-laws’ home, which decorated with a lot of rustic or antique items.
With spring just a few days off and the chilly weather clinging to us, everybody is just about sick of winter. Here are a couple of ice photos I took at work this winter.