David Gilmour’s guitar collection comes to auction | Christie's

David Gilmour’s guitar collection comes to auction | Christie’s:

Christie’s to auction more than 120 guitars from the personal collection of the Pink Floyd singer and songwriter, including the iconic Fender Stratocaster played on The Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, Animals and The Wall
David Gilmour’s 1969 Black Fender Stratocaster has earned its place in rock’n’roll history. Known as ‘The Black Strat’, the guitar was purchased in 1970 at Manny’s on West 48th Street in New York, and has become the Pink Floyd singer and songwriter’s most identified instrument over the course of nearly 50 years.

This is both exciting for those who have the money to buy them and sad that we won’t hear Gilmour play his soul through them again. These guitars are artifacts as precious as anything discovered at Pompeii.

Little Stones for 2019

Little Stones for 2019:

I live in New England. We have tiny stone walls criss crossing the fields and forests. There are thousands of miles of two foot tall Hobbit walls just outside my door that attest to our history as really poor farm land. When I first moved here it really struck me that every single wall was made in a time before the Bobcat excavator. Stone by stone each farmer marked the boundary of their aspirations. That seemed like a nice analogy for making and achieving goals so I revisit this idea often.
I start by marking out a rough limit for my goals, realizing that this isn’t the real work. The real work is going to be moving stones. One small stone at time.

If you noticed my site’s title, you know I appreciate how Macdrifter built this post on small stones. If you haven’t heard of him, he’s worth your time.

not in our stars, but in ourselves

via WIL WHEATON dot NET
Wil Wheaton continues to be a positive spark in the world with this recent post: not in our stars, but in ourselves – WIL WHEATON dot NET. Here’s an excerpt:

Remember how magical and humbling and inspiring it felt to just go outside specifically to look at the stars and planets, sometimes with a telescope, other times with binoculars, most times with just your eyes? Remember the first time you really thought about the reality of our existence? That we’re tiny little specks of life on an improbably perfect planet, speeding through space at incomprehensible speeds, protected by a thin layer of atmosphere from specks of dust and rock that are also speeding around in space, just like we are?

My wife and I plan to spend the next clear cool night on a blanket in the yard watching the stars.

Appearance of Impropriety is Enough

The nation has been held in thrall this week by the senate hearings surrounding the Supreme Court nomination of Brett Kavanaugh.
President Trump nominated Kavanaugh to replace Justice Anthony Kennedy on the Supreme Court. Dr. Christine Blasey-Ford accuses him of what could be a series of charges from attempted rape to attempted murder.
The hearings do not seek out the judge’s innocence or guilt from these accusations. Judge Kavanaugh’s credibility is on trial. That the U.S. Senate is considering his nomination is an atrocity that belittles all of the many many women who have been attacked in the past, especially by privileged drunk young white men.
If a credible accusation arose against the man who cuts my lawn, I would immediately sever the contract. Likewise, anyone shadowed by the appearance of such impropriety should never be allowed to sit on the highest court in the land.