Shew. Crazy days. Lots going on . . . on all fronts. I’m also sensing spring in the air. Marie says I’m hopelessly optimistic when it comes to spring, but I can sense it. I tell you, I can sense it.
A man died after catching fire in a porta potty. Link. “Police reportedly believe the incident could be an accidental death.” WTH else is it? That’s one helluva suicide trick . . . or one cruel hit job (“Let’s set Guido on fire while he’s taking a dump”).
“Inside a repurposed Twin Cities brewery, a massive aquaponics operation is ready to provide a locavore’s dream: fresh produce and fish, raised indoors every month of the year.” Link. Based on the writer’s description, the proprietor is an ass, and I recoil instinctively against the term “locavore.” But otherwise, it’s kind of interesting. Fish waste fertilizes crops that grow above their tanks. I’d love to have something like that going.
— The Babylon Bee (@TheBabylonBee) February 19, 2019
Slow blogging winds ahead. Lots on the plate the rest of the month.