This tree, number 1136, was right next to utility pole number 333. The utility poles, unlike the trees, wear their numbers publicly.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; dogwalking, 3km]
Day: March 6, 2022
Caveat: Україна
So, these days, what’s on my mind? Obviously, the war in Ukraine. A half-formed thought.
It’s an important question, but difficult to ask: how is what’s happening right now in Ukraine qualitatively different from what happened in Iraq about 20 years ago? Except for the minor difference that we (Americans) are on the other side? I don’t raise this question because I am trying to defend Russia’s actions in Ukraine, but rather to make sure you can empathize with some of the never-resolved discomfort I felt about that other war. There are other differences. The US-led coalition was “bigger” or broader. The US military seemed at least somewhat more competent – perhaps at some things. But not more competent at all things: more competent killing people? Yeah, maybe; more competent not getting killed? Yeah, definitely; more competent at getting praised and welcomed with open arms by the liberated populace? Uh… not really. But mostly these are quantitative differences, not differences in the moral foundations of the enterprise.
Caveat: Poem #2043 “A dog”
ㅁ a dog will bound along the road a dog will dance and twist a dog will gnaw the leaning trees a dog will taste the mist
– a quatrain in ballad meter.