Bullets and bombs

So the dance isn’t as delicate as I first observed.  It’s more serious.  Russian access to banking has been curtailed.  Russian oil has at least been partially embargoed.  As western companies withdraw, modern conveniences like fast food brands, banking, and the value of their currency, are evaporating for Russia’s citizens.  Sanctions continue to escalate.  A unified West is taking this Ukraine invasion seriously.  Not seriously enough to go to WWIII, but enough to send a message.

So I wonder.  Will this message be effective?  Can sanctions stop bullets and bombs?  Perhaps they can trash a currency or an economy.  Sanctions might not be fast acting enough to save Ukraine, but if Russia wants to remain a world player in the long-term, it’s going to have to work its way back into the world economy over time, or figure out how to go it alone without engaging the west.  Can sanctions stop bombs and bullets?  Certainly not in a day or a week, and that totally sucks for Ukraine and all the people there, but if it turns out an invading country destroys its own well-being for generations to come in the process, the next time a country wants to be an unprovoked aggressor it might have to weigh the risk to its own survival that would entail.  Maybe economic sanctions can’t stop these bullets and bombs in Ukraine, but if the sanctions are persistent, they might right now be stopping future bullets and bombs.

Anhinga in motion

He stuck the landing.

The snake bird.  When he swims, from a distance he looks like a water snake.

If you haven’t seen one before, that’s because it’s a southern bird.

Barefoot

 

Remember going barefoot as a kid?  Probably summer.  The sometimes smooth, sometimes slightly rough texture of sidewalk cement.  Cool green grass.  Dusty slightly slippery dirt.  The rough surface of a tree branch and the hot sand between your beach towel and the water line.  Blazing hot black asphalt when crossing the street.  You could go “ouch, ouch, ouch” and resort to dancing along the white pedestrian crossing paint, or endure the burn, suppress the urge to hurry, and feel immeasurably cooler than the person next to you going “ouch, ouch, ouch”.  The pleasure of sensual extremes, all relayed to you by your feet. 

 

Long for the days?  Ever tried it as an adult?  It’s not the same.  I go barefoot around the house and in the yard every day of the year.  Even with that though, straying out onto the asphalt is not a comfortable thing to do.  The soles of my feet are not as tough now as when I was a kid.  I don’t go barefoot in all conditions as I did back then, but I think there is more to it than that.  I think physics has gotten involved.  Something about doubling the surface area and the resulting volume quadruples.  There is more pressure per square inch on the feet of an adult than there is on the feet of a child.

 

But I wonder if that physical difference is insurmountable.  Could an adult get as comfortable walking without shoes on all surfaces as a kid can?  I don’t have a theory, but maybe I should test it anyway.  While I’m barefoot already, I could make it a point to venture out onto the rough asphalt every day and see if it gets any easier after a few weeks…