Sunday, December 9, 2018

We Moved: Pointer To NEW Blog Site!


And I've been knocking, but no one answers
And I've been knocking, most all the day
Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny
Can't you come out to play?

~ Elton John (lyrics from Empty Garden (Hey, Hey Johnny)) ✊ ๐Ÿ’

New Coordinates ๐Ÿšง

Just in case you were knocking—and nobody answered—here's why: Programming Digressions (your blog right here) has moved to its new home! Before wasting a second, let's give you the coordinates to our brand-new site. No longer will you have to knock in vain; no Sir, and no Madam ๐Ÿ‘ป
So here you go: https://programming-digressions.com/
Let's see if I'm missing anything…

Ah yes, a word to the wise—which all of you of course are!—could be that our brand-new blog site looks like the following, at least for now and until the need is felt for refurbishment, and stuff like that. So here you go, check the postage stamp-adorned pic below ๐Ÿ‘€

Thank You!!! ๐ŸŽฏ 


To all of you familiar with our old digs here, let me assure you: nothing changes. Nothing, whatsoever. Same politely irreverent style, same kind of fun content awaits you there now!

I'll be waiting for you at our new digs, to welcome you right back ๐ŸŽ‰
https://programming-digressions.com/
And hey, a big thank you for the nearly 100,000 visits to our digs there. This has been huge, and it's all thanks to you: yes, Readers just like you ๐Ÿ’™

And to all of you discovering our brand new blog site over there, welcome anew! Wait till you see what we’ve got in store for you. I have imported (over there) everything over from our old digs here, including even your comments.

Starting with the very first blog post that's recently been published at our new site, all new stuff will appear there; our old digs here will still be floating around, inter-stellar fashion, but you won't find any new content here, now onward ๐Ÿš€

So please don't be peering into the depths of the pond—like the enviably laser-focused heron below—scanning for (new and deliciously edible) fish, which simply are not gonna be swimming here anymore… ๐ŸŸ

For all that, and more—you got it!—you have to head over there using these coordinates...
https://programming-digressions.com/
Take a taxi, take Lyft, or try punching in these coordinates (into that trusty perpetual-motion machine of course) and teleport yourself for a magical ride to enchanting content that waits for you: We'll see you there ๐Ÿš•

Monday, October 29, 2018

Yer Edinburgh Ode to Microservices

1 bIt is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end
~ Ernest Hemmingway
๐Ÿš‚

 

Intro ๐Ÿ‘’


Attending the Open IoT Europe Summit (Edinburgh) was an amazing experience. I returned from Europe just a couple of days ago. Yep, Edinburgh is an amazing city, filled with kind people: That made the Open IoT Summit extra special, on top of the technical agenda that was packed with exciting presentations, working sessions, and discussions! ๐Ÿš€

The EdgeX Foundry open-source project—it’s hosted by The Linux Foundation—is going places, so it’s especially gratifying that a substantial chunk of my waking hours go (as a committer on EdgeX) into the fun work of helping change the world of IoT as we know it today ๐Ÿ˜… ๐Ÿ“ซ ๐Ÿ“ก ๐Ÿ“บ ๐Ÿ“ฌ ๐Ÿ“ฎ ๐Ÿ“ญ ๐Ÿ“Ÿ ๐Ÿ“ฌ ๐Ÿ•™ ๐Ÿ“ญ ๐Ÿšœ ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿ“ฌ ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿš‘ ๐Ÿ“ญ ๐Ÿšƒ ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿ“ฌ ๐ŸŽค ๐ŸŽฎ ๐Ÿ“ซ ๐ŸŽฐ ๐Ÿ“ฌ ๐Ÿ˜Ž

(Okay, so that is a lot of emoticons right there: Seldom do I get carried away like so, but then again, this is heady stuff and I wanted to get across the essence, if you will, of the variety of IoT experiences in their many hues and shapes; it's all right, I say, plus nobody has complained so far).

Well, whether it was the IoT Summit or the alluring Edinburgh surroundings—likely a combination of the two—that did it, I was inspired to write up some light verses one evening in Edinburgh when I had an idle hour or two to pass in the comfort of my pleasant hotel room. Today, I added a handful more verses—yo, someone stop Akram from writing even more while you still can, someone, please!—and which I unabashedly offer here ๐Ÿ’ 

2 bAnd what good would be a blog post that did not have at least an accompanying picture or two? ๐Ÿ“ท

I jest not, so all you bonnie lassies and laddies, find yer pictures right after the verses that now follow, because this yin*—when you are ready, go to the end for a translation of this and a handful of similar, inimitably Scottish words and phrases—is as good as it gets around here in our (Programming Digressions) digs ๐Ÿ‘•

Yer Edinburgh Ode to Microservices ๐ŸŽป

They ask, in all seriousness, this innocent question,
"Will my microservices forever remain performant?"
They might as well, instead, ask this question,
"Will production problems evermore remain dormant?" ๐Ÿป

But first—and curiously for some—we now unabashedly switch to (non-alternating) pairs of verses,
So there, ‘cuz the first four lines atop have already warranted much juggles and rehearses! ๐ŸŽช

Oh, laddie, so you say that some of yer microservices are on fire,
Yo, you should have alerted me right away for something so dire! ๐ŸŒ‹

But have no fear, to the rescue will come tracing,
And handily solve the problem yer facing ๐Ÿ‘บ

Do tell me—please do—that you've already instrumented yer source code,
If not, all is still not lost, no laddie it isn't, and yes, that’s me doon the road ๐Ÿšด

Anyway, hey, hey, hey now! I ain’t calling anyone an eejit** or that they be straying into the land of weed,
Aye, I hear you, lassie: Other, higher-priority matters had beckoned, meanwhile, and "you're a long time deid"*** ๐Ÿ

All I be saying is that when it comes to monitoring systems with many a wee—and occasionally waylaid—moving part,
It would be best if all components communicate in the same, simple ways, lest hopes of tracing them do depart! ๐Ÿ™ˆ

Let’s divine what ails your darling system on which you have plainly showered much care,
Though, as I understand it, for it’s upkeep and instrumentation you did not quite prepare ๐Ÿœ

All is not lost because—with your lovely workflows in place—you can still do stuff to monitor and estimate,
Aye, mate, surely, to take a message-oriented perspective, you need to monitor yer message-flow rate ๐Ÿ’ผ

There’s nothing quite like getting eyeballs to peer into the workings of your application,
That is, should you wish to avoid sleepless nights and many a similar complication ๐Ÿ˜ด

You see, we expect great things from the exciting microservices revolution,
They are, after all, the next step in the remarkable SOA*** evolution ๐Ÿณ

Microservices, to be sure, have emerged from the molten-pit kindled by flames of a brave new world,
Arrr, domain-driven design, continuous delivery, and systems at scale, to use but a few bonnie word ๐ŸŒž

The clamor for scaling, resilience, ease-of-deployment, and composability verily could not be left unaddressed,
And was answered—in the shape of wee bonnie microservices of course!—by a legion of developers, all self-possessed ๐Ÿ˜Ž

Aye, but there be no silver bullet, lassie, so mark those words as you merrily go down that road,
Noo***** go on, don’t you be looking at me with them forlornly moist eyes: yes, this was the ode! ๐Ÿ‘ก

Translation Of Scottish Words And Phrases ๐Ÿ

 

* Yin: 

One ⛩

** Eejit:

Idiot ๐Ÿ‘ป

*** "You're a long time deid":

The English translation of this one—and I love it so—is "You're a long time dead", and if you're thinking that's a pretty obvious statement but are still not sure what it means, try this… ๐Ÿ’Š (As in, take the blue pill or the red!) "Enjoy life, because once you're dead you're going to be that way for a long time!" Not exactly uplifting, but true all the same, wouldn't you agree? ๐Ÿ™Š

**** SOA:

Okay, okay, I know! That (i.e. SOA) is not quite Scottish. I get that, okay? ๐Ÿ™‰ Those three letters do, however, serve as an acronym for the venerable Service Oriented Architecture, the precursor, of course—remember, we should ever-so-often revisit the basics—to microservices. Just sayin' ๐Ÿ“ฌ

***** Noo:

Now⏳
4 bNobody ever figures out what life is all about, and it doesn't matter. Explore the world. Nearly everything is really interesting if you go into it deeply enough ๐Ÿ”ญ
~ Richard Feynman

Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people ๐Ÿ“š
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
6 bOh, the joy, the joy of writing, a joy so intense, so pure, so all-absorbing and free and all-encompassing, flooding the soul in mystical ecstasy, elevating and sanctifying, infusing beauty in the humblest subjects and a purpose in the most wayward life ๐Ÿ’ฐ
~ Anais Nin (in her Diary 2, pg. 8) The Quotable Anais Nin: 365 Quotations with Citations (Sky Blue Press)
7 bO wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
That has such people in it!
๐Ÿ„
~ William Shakespeare (in The Tempest)
8 bScience and technology revolutionize our lives, but memory, tradition and myth frame our response ๐ŸŽญ
~ Arthur M. Schlesinger

If you want to talk about Nature, you’re going to talk about something complicated and dirty, and therefore at first approximations, ever increasing in accuracy ๐Ÿ“ˆ
~ Richard P. Feynman, in The Quotable Feynman (Princeton University Press)
10 bExplaining Metaphysics to the nation–
I wish he would explain his Explanation
๐Ÿ˜‰
~ Lord Byron (from Don Juan: Dedication
The only service a friend can really render is to keep up your courage by holding up to you a mirror in which you can see a noble image of yourself ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ™
~ George Bernard Shaw
14 b[Beverly Hills is so exclusive]…even the police have an unlisted telephone number ๐Ÿ™Š
~ Morey Amsterdam
15 b
There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds ๐Ÿฐ
~ Gilbert K. Chesterton
16 b
There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about ๐Ÿ˜ฟ
~ Oscar Wilde
11 b
Knowledge he shall unwind
Through victories of the mind,
Till, clambering at the cradle-side,
He dreams himself his mother’s pride,
All knowledge lost in trance
Of sweeter ignorance.' 
๐ŸŽฌ
~ W. B. Yeats
17 b'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

~ Thomas Campbell ๐Ÿ€

Saturday, September 29, 2018

A Day In Botswana

1 b
The single most important conclusion I reached, after traveling through Japan, as well as countless hours reading, studying, and analyzing this fascinating culture, is that you should always tighten the cap on the shampoo bottle before you put it in your suitcase.
~ Dave Barry (the inimitable modern-day Montaigne)
๐Ÿ˜‚
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had
 
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti

~ Toto (Lyrics from Africa) ๐Ÿ˜

Preamble ๐Ÿข


Following On The Heels Of The Previous Guest Contribution...

Yo, check out the geeky guy above, the one with that safari hat—so we’re told that this is going to be all about a day in Botswana—I mean, what exactly have we gotten ourselves into this time?

First the good news: following on the heels of the recent and spectacularly successful blog post (A Gift of Three Poems from a Reader), let us rejoice in the knowledge that we have been given yet another gift, this time a gift of prose!

See, I’m telling you, you all have kept your faith in me, faithfully reading everything I post around here—whether grudgingly or ungrudgingly I won’t say, because I can’t tell—so you clearly need a break from me, from time to time, and probably sooner than later. So there you go, your wish has been granted and your dreams—for now anyway and until my next rambling-filled essay—have been realized ๐ŸŽก

...We Have Ourselves A Guest Essay!

This charming essay—demurely entitled merely as A Day In Botswana—is by Kitty Fassett, who also happens to be our resident poet!

Allow me first, though, to answer a question which, dare I say—judging at least by the knotted brows on your forehead—is percolating right now in the nooks and crannies of your mind: Is this essay going to make me a better programmer, a better technologist, the author of smashingly beautiful code? ๐Ÿ˜ฒ

The brief answer is: No.

So What Gives? ๐Ÿ’ฐ


A slightly more elaborate answer: This essay will, however, make you a more relaxed programmer. And hey, that counts for something, does it not? I mean, come on, haven’t you heard of HDD (hammock-driven development)?

For crying out loud, it’s right up there with TDD (test-driven development), quickly ascending to the Pantheon where RDD (resume-driven development, whatever that means, and as some wags would have us believe) finds itself firmly ensconced. Pardon me if you mistook my RDD reference as standing for Resilient Distributed Datasets which, of course, are powered by one of my favorite programming languages, the Scala programming language.

But I digress.


We Stumble Upon A Ruckus ๐Ÿ‘ป


At this moment, as we find ourselves poised to dive into the essay proper, we get summoned to a higher court to take care of some improper (monkey) business ๐Ÿ’

Oh my, we got this mind-boggling dialogue in which yours truly finds himself the unenviable position of interlocutor- defendant (yo, fancy that!)
— Reader: “Wait a second, Akram, is that really you in that safari hat?
— Akram: “Um, maybe. But why do you ask?"
— Reader: “Because, like, that ain’t no Botswana. Oh. My. God. That’s New York City!"
— Akram: “Gulp, my readers are getting smarter and smarter each day—they must have started using mental floss, or maybe got AI hard-core processors implanted in their cranium, or something!—so there’s no pulling wool over their eyes."
— Reader: “For crying out loud, those New Yorkers can’t even spell, putting our American nation to shame. Did you even check out the inscription—or at least the part we can see, i.e. MUSEVM OF NATVRAL—etched into the upright concrete faรงade behind you in the picture above?"
— Akram: “Gulp, methinks this conversation is heading for the rocks…"
— Reader: “What do you have to say about that, Mr. Interlocutor-defendant, hah?"
— Akram [Thinking furiously and muttering something about using the element of surprise]: “There, see that kitty?"
— Reader: “Yes, I’m listening. What about it?"
— Akram [Double-gulping, course-correcting, and frantically casting about to save his rear]: “No, no, no. All I was saying the whole time was that we are in for another treat—a feast for the armchair traveler to gorge on—brought to us by not by any old kitty, but by the one and only Kitty Fassett, yay!"
— Reader: “Akram, you sniveler, we’ll that you go this time. And just this time."
— Akram: “Gulp, and you thought my life was easy. You don’t know half the trouble I wade through—wading through marshes, pulling myself out of quicksand with the heave-ho, and that’s only the beginning yo—to get the stories do you…"
— Reader: “Save your sob story for later. Can we, like, get straight to the travelogue from Kitty Fassett?"
2 b

Introducing The Guest Essay ๐ŸŽช

— Akram: “With a drumroll—and a genuine on-the-scene picture straight out of the wild terrain of Botswana—I hereby present A Day In Botswana by Kitty Fassett."
— Reader: “Oh. My. God. That’s still New York City! That ain’t no Botswana, Akram."
— Akram: “Oops."
— Reader: “Yes?"
— Akram [Sheepishly doing a fall-down job 101]: “Right you are! I got a tad carried away from standing next to one of our illustrious presidents—the one and only Honest Abe—momentarily realizing that there’s no Gettysburg address taking place in Botswana anytime soon. Or ever, for that matter."
— Reader: “Akram, you stay right there while I look for the mallet that was lying around on the floor of your garage him…"
— Akram [The direness and full import of the delicate situation finally dawning on his cranium]: “Help me, Muse, as I break into some verses of rhyme"
’Twas mostly, though not all, desiderata;
Foisted above for your kind considerata'
A bit pumped up, though not overly inflata’;
With that, I’m outta here, see you lata'
That being my final attempt to save my sorry rear—picture me, if you will, in the plight of Harry Potter facing the baddie Voldemort in the Deathly Hallows—the incipient verses above drifted from my lips just before I lost consciousness (Dang, those mallets sure can pack a wallop!) ๐Ÿ”จ

When I came to, the roaring engine of the Cessna was wailing like the banshee... ๐Ÿ‘บ
3 b

But How Do We Get There? ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿš‚ ๐Ÿš• ⛵


Exactly. First we have to get there. Hey now, there's our ride, woohoo! All aboard the Cessna.

(Spoiler: Be on the lookout for authentic photographs from the Botswana trip itself—I bring them to you on behalf of Kitty Fassett—right after the guest essay that now follows. Meanwhile, as for the photographs embedded in the essay itself, I have carefully selected them topically from the public domain) ๐ŸŽฅ
3 b
Okay, let's stop all this monkey business, and give us the guest essay. Like, right now!

Easy there, now... ๐Ÿ˜‚

A Day In Botswana (by Kitty Fassett) ๐Ÿˆ


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1. Full Of Sound And Fury, Signifying... Something!

It started with a roar and a clatter, followed by the loud thud of a falling tree limb brought down by a family of baboons acting out their morning exuberance, as they galloped across the cabin roof, lunging from there to the nearest tree and then bounding tree-to-tree until they reached their designated food source ๐ŸŸ ๐Ÿ”

4 b

2. I Give Him You, The Noblest That Survives

It was lucky that we hadn’t been under the tree limb as it came crashing down. As it was, we already had plenty of thrills ahead of us as we climbed into the Land Rover that would bring us in close proximity to dangerous animals in the Okavango Delta. As home to "the big five"—elephant, buffalo, rhino, lion, and leopard—this swampy inland sanctuary within the Kalahari Desert provides a surrealistic backdrop to the lives of animals who act out the daily drama of eating or being eaten.

The scenery conjures up an image of life and death, with the black gnarled skeletons of dead acacia trees silhouetted against the sky and surrounded by wild sage and tall yellow grasses that provide perfect camouflage for things that creep and crawl ๐Ÿ›

Arthur b

3. Nay, 'tis Strange, 'tis Very Strange

Scattered every few feet or so throughout the alternately wet or drought-ridden terrain, are mounds rising like mountains, some as much as ten feet tall, providing sustenance for the strange elusive creature called an “aardvark,” which makes itself scarce as it sticks its long nose into the private dwellings of termites ๐Ÿœ

7 b

4. Fierce To Their Skill, And To Their Fierceness Valiant 

We never saw an aardvark, but we did see plenty of elephants, Botswana being the elephant capital of the world. These giant vegetarians roam in peaceful family groups, foraging for food, grabbing clumps of grass in their trunks, shaking out the dirt before shoveling the grass into their mouths. Competing in numbers with the elephants are herds of Cape buffalo ๐Ÿ—

Considered the most dangerous of African mammals, these are the Darth Vaders of the animal kingdom, black and scary and uniformly endowed with wickedly curved horns. The herd that we came upon was clumped together under a sycamore fig tree, managing to stay cool in the shade.

8 b

5. Impatient Of His Fit, Breaks Like A Fire

The buffalo earns its bad reputation by its readiness to charge at anything that moves (a bovine tendency, I gather, if you consider the spectacle of bullfighting and the way a bull will charge at a red flag waved by a matador.) As we approached this particular herd, the alpha males of the group stood staring at us, sizing us up, I suppose, but with a fortunate preference for the cool of the shade over the sport of chasing us down ๐ŸŠ

9 b

6. Prosper Our Colors In This Dangerous Fight!

Second only to the buffalo, the most dangerous animal—and in fact the one with a greater killing record—is the ridiculous-looking tub of lard known as a “hippopotamus.” Don’t be fooled by the fact that the hippo will stay submerged in a swamp all day, pushing up its nose now and then to take in air with a loud snort.

Most of the time you may not know it’s there, but it knows where you are, and if you start getting on its nerves, it will let you know by raising its head above the water level and opening his mouth in a wide yawn to show you its teeth. Most of these are molars used for grinding up the green grass, called “hippo grass” that grows on the edges of marshes, but towards the front of its mouth are incisors that serve no purpose other than biting its enemies ๐Ÿ‰

If you see a hippo opening its mouth at you, take it seriously and get out as fast as you can, since the hippo’s yawn is a sign of undisguised hostility, and you don’t want to find out how fast it can run to catch you and bite you in half.

10 b

7. The Prey Wherein By Nature They Delight

Rhinos are scary creatures, too, but much less numerous due to poachers that kill them for the horn that is later ground up to make a powder that’s supposed to act like Viagra. We felt lucky to see a single black rhino that ignored us as it went about its business of eating the ubiquitous grass. One can hope that the rhino population can be once more on the increase, as activists in the area bring them in by plane from less protected areas, keeping them corralled until they’re ready to be released into the wild.

All the above-mentioned are herbivores. Not so the big cats that need to stalk their food, catching it in a surprise attack before it scurries. The cats are nicely disguised within the grassy plain, the lion’s yellow coloring blending in with the yellow grass, and the spots on the cheetah or leopard allowing it to remain hidden in the mottled light and shadow within the more jungly areas ๐Ÿฏ

Leopards are elusive and we had to search far and wide before finding one sleeping on a high-up tree branch, whereas the single cheetah that we saw was just hanging out in the shade of a bush, opening an eye to view us with boredom before yawning, rolling over, and going back to sleep.

11 b

8. Stood Challenger On Mount Of All The Age

Cats are known for sleeping a lot, although the pride of nine lions that we saw was gearing up for a prowl, hoping to land something on the hoof in a surprise attack. As we arrived fully exposed in a wide-open Land Rover to ogle these beasts in the privacy of their home, I couldn’t help but wonder why a hungry lion wouldn’t lunge for the nearest prey at hand—namely us, when we are so easily accessible?

The lion has no need to outrun an impala or a zebra, when the buffet is right before its very eyes in the form of a group of khaki-clad tourists with cameras and binoculars. The fact that the lions don’t lunge at us makes me wonder if perhaps they need the challenge of a chase to stimulate their appetite rather than going after something so boring and predictable ๐Ÿ‘’

12 b

9. Or You Survive When I In Earth Am Rotten

The best cat food consists of the many varieties of antelope such as impala, springbok, lechwe, and wildebeest, as well as zebras, warthogs, and baboons. Less so giraffes, because they’re too big and too top heavy. But the antelopes roam everywhere to be eaten not only by the big cats, but by hyenas and wild dogs as well.

As to determining who eats who, it often boils down to numbers. A lion can take out a hyena, but a pack of five or more hyenas can take out a lion. Hyenas have a bad reputation, made worse by the movie The Lion King, and yet the sweetest sight I saw was a mother hyena nursing her cubs. It was a scene of maternal bliss, the hyena a Madonna of the animal world ๐Ÿ’‘

13 b

10. Like A Wild Bird Being Tamed With Too Much Handling

I haven’t gotten around to mentioning the birds, which abound in hundreds of different varieties. Some can be seen swooping down for fish, while avoiding the jaws of the crocodiles as well as those of the mammal population, managing to avoid being eaten because they can fly ๐Ÿฅ

14 b

11. And Vice Sometimes By Action Dignified

The birds would need more time to focus on them, but by the time we retired for the evening, we’d had a full enough day. And yet the drama wasn’t over. I was barely dozing off when I heard a ruckus much like the rude awakening of the morning.

The baboons were at it again, yelling their heads off and waking up the entire camp, with the camp manager telling us the next morning that the yelling was a warning to the other baboons about a predator. We’d had a lion at the door as I put a pillow over my head and went back to sleep ๐Ÿ˜ด

6 b

Will In The End Conclude The Matter So

Oops… So the aardvark pic that had appeared earlier, I now realize—the guest essay having concluded above—was actually one of America’s beloved and adorable aardvark: Arthur! Based on deep research that I’ve subsequently conducted, aardvarks are evidently not known to be bespectacled in the wild ๐Ÿ‘“

Hmm… Who would have thought. Anyhow, to set matters right, I present to you above a somewhat less endearing aardvark.

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Or What Strong Hand Can Hold His Swift Foot Back?

Goodness, I nearly forgot to make good on a promise: Authentic photographs from the Botswana trip itself! So here they are. Again, I bring them to you courtesy of our guest writer, the inimitable Kitty Fassett. And yes—if only to confirm your foregone conclusion—I did not write this essay. I couldn’t have ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

Hey you, I heard that loud and clear (“Akram, you city slicker, we were dead sure anyway that you couldn’t have been roughing it in the jungles of Botswana. Like, your idea of roughing it is more like wearing a shirt with a starched collar!”) ๐Ÿ‘”

Sigh, I sure got a bunch of flattering readers. Your words are a balm for the hurting mind ๐Ÿ˜ณ


Picture Postcards (From) Botswana! ๐ŸŽซ


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Mom Elephant With Adorable Baby


17 b

Fierce Jaws (Careful Now!)

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail
And spread the waters of the Nile on every golden scale
How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws.
~ Lewis Carroll
16 b

Dang, If Looks Could Kill...


12 b

I Need My Morning Coffee. Now!


15 b

Hey, You Talking To Me?


13 b

Imagine One Of Us Giraffes Getting A Sore Throat...



9 b

Ahh... Master Of All I Survey 

 

10 b

Yo, I Am Grumpy (So What Are You Gonna' Do About It?)

 

8 b

My Name Is Sergeant. And Yes, I'm Boss Around Here! 

 

5 b

Hey, Didn't You Read That Sign?! "No Paparazzis Allowed." 

 

4 b

Motherhood And Apple Pie (The Hyena Version)

 

7 b

The Only Way To Stop Me From Charging Is To Take Away My Visa Card

 

6 bOn The Prowl 

 

3 b

I Sure Could Use A Snickers Candy Bar 

 

2 b

Hey, Me First (Aaa... Just Toss That Snickers Bar Right In)!

 

14 b

Yo! Cheetahs, Too, Need A Siesta Or Two

 

Disk b
Hmm… That sure doesn’t look like prime-time jungle in Botswana, judging by all the concrete and that high-tech vehicle in the pic! (Yep, now that was my cue that the splendid pics provided by our guest author—Kitty Fassett—have now come to an end. That’s why I was filling in: Remember what I said elsewhere, all I do around here is “staple and glue”!)  ๐Ÿ“Ž ๐Ÿ“จ ๐Ÿ”–17 b
Now that is one magical-looking flower specimen that I just had to drag in, as we’re witness it unfold and announce its existence to the world. Parting thought, and if you could please turn your attention to the pic below: How many monkeys—look, we might as well throw some monkeys in there while we’re wrapping up an essay which took in the plains and jungles of Botswana—would it take to write the complete plays of William Shakespeare?15 b