Mind if we put up this piece of shit ten meters from your back door?
Actually, that’s just a rhetorical question. We could care less what you think.
And who is we?
My neighbor Wayne tipped me off to this. I hadn’t been by recently, but know it well. This house is new, and this radiation tower even newer, and all of a quarter mile (.4 km) from the one installed a year and a half ago.
316 meters (1,034 feet) from our front door. The previous is 544 meters (1,785 feet) away.
In contrast to when I posted before, I now have a smart phone, and took these pictures with it. It has less bulk than my digital camera, many more capabilities, and is a great help traveling: Lyft, AirBnB, etc. However, generally when I carry it it’s in airplane mode. I don’t consider more radiation a good thing.
As I don’t consider another, closer radiation tower a good thing.
Despite some sub-optimal experiences, I remain fascinated by things such as this. The cable on the right, which just arrived in the mail from China, elegantly replaces the kluged-together mess that cluttered my desk.
And, especially in overpriced Uruguay, you’ve got to love this:
Returning from the beach, I thought I’d use the video on my camera to catch the “mewing” sounds of the frogs. I turned it on, heard better sound further along, turned it off, started it again just in time to catch a raucous call, and a loud bird landing next to another overhead in a dead tree.
When I got home, I discovered that I had turned it off when I thought I was starting it, so missed all the good stuff.