Tuesday, December 22, 2020
Hilton Head Island: deaths; disproportionate; beyond; a poem
Eric pointed out to me that the number of deaths from this pandemic now exceeds the number of US combat deaths in WW II. I was surprised to learn that. I thought the number of casualties was higher and it is if non-combat deaths are included. I was led to an entry in Wikipedia of interest in several ways. Among them that it includes numerous military engagements of which I have never heard or read of. Another is to scroll all the way to the bottom and see the number of military deaths as a percentage of the then population where you will find that the second highest percentage, exceeded only by the Civil War, was the American Revolution.
From Dana comes a link for which I thank him. I quote the heading:
Enormous xylophone in the woods of Kyushu, Japan plays a Bach tune when a wooden ball rolls down each "key." An impressive piece of engineering.
An impressive piece of engineering indeed. Worthwhile? I don’t know.
I did not count that as my Bach for the day.
Although Apple tells me I don’t use oxygen sufficiently well to exercise, I resumed my full workouts a week ago, the day after the final stitches were removed from my leg. I went to the 100 push-up/crunch level on Friday and have twice lowered my record for the entire routine, now down to 16 minutes 32 seconds, more than a full minute better than my best prior to the skin cancer removal. Perhaps it was holding me back.
I decided to use the EEG app on my Apple Watch. I followed instructions. Held my arm steady with my finger on the crown for thirty seconds, at the end of which I was told that the EEG failed because my pulse is less than 50 per minute. Sigh. It has been at rest for as long as I can remember. I am starting to think that I am beyond Apple.
Observant early viewers of the preceding post may have noticed ‘a poem’ as part of the heading—soon deleted—and then wondered why there was no poem in the text. I forgot, but at least I realized that I forgot, so am perhaps not totally senile.
So here is the promised poem. In fact two as a bonus, both by the Greek, C.P. Cavafy, one of which I have posted here before.