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What did you learn today?

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I walk a daily route for exercise in a residential neighborhood 6-7 days a week. I usually do this mid-day, afternoon or just before sunset.

Over time, I've noticed the other people I encounter are much friendlier in the evenings. I credit this to them just finishing dinner and are in a more jovial, relaxed mood with their full bellies. :D
 

Learning some more about flying mammals and viruses. But this is a story, mostly, about the trials and tribulations of Icarus. That is to say, one, not unlike us, who may have flown too close to the sun. Bats are now not the only flying mammals, airborne and spreading … into areas unknown, places once the preserve of mysteries and dreams. Dreams like this can rub off and begin to mingle with the man-made.

The tale here involves humans, horror, horses, flying foxes, trees, death, and disease, and is not for the faint-hearted.

But what you'll get here is perhaps an insight into the sickly nature of our current place in the scheme of things — being, one of a number of fragile entities, bouncing foolishly off the walls of a warping universe, without sound awareness or proper understanding, unable to express, needlessly harming ourselves and others and our world, in the process. This may seem a pessimistic standpoint but it's not one that can be easily denied, huh?

There is a channel through which to escape, through which we are escaping. There are those who see the walls, from all walks of life, who know how to climb, and how to build the means with which to climb, those who care enough to try, so there's the qualification. I'm no pessimist. Just getting tired of bearing witness and bouncing off the walls, unable to stay entirely out of harm's way. That's all.

A sleepy suburb in Brisbane is the scene of a gruesome disease outbreak, where the streets literally run with blood.

Unravelling the mystery of where this disease comes from will have far-reaching implications — and help us track down the origins of COVID-19.
Patient Zero: Spillover In Suburbia
 
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I know bass players aren't supposed to wear cargo shorts, but what about booty shorts with a hi-res image from the Smithsonian?
Tbh I'm not sure what images the Smithsonian might have, but I doubt anybody would want to see me in booty shorts regardless of what's on them.

That being said, today I learned that there are international codes and standards for the consistency of grease:

NLGI consistency number - Wikipedia
 
After hearing back from the customs department of my country (NZ). I learnt that it will cost too much for me to import an Ibanez SRF706 and buy all things I want to mod it with and the labour for a luthier to do the work. Oh well, there goes that idea. Time to figure out what I'd like instead, the Warwick teambuilt corvette Bubinga 6 is looking the most appealing but there may be something else.