Saturday's postcards

That's Devo, circa 1978, in the middle bottom.

For Postcard Saturday, here are some of my dandy recent arrivals from fellow Postcrossing members. 

• Lisa, a longtime Hello Kitty fan, writes that she just moved to the Vancouver, Washington, area and enjoys "being out in nature appreciating all the wildlife and beauty," including opossums and bald eagles. 
• Tilly, who sent the postcard in the top center, recently moved from right here in Pinal County to Wisconsin and says she misses the warmth. My response: It's 91 here today, and I'm a little weary of the endless warmth we're now going to have until Halloween or later. Tilly works in the antiques business and doesn't like cold pizza.
• Júlia in Slovakia writes that she loves gardening and talking to her parrots.
• Christa in the Philippines writes: "I was very happy to read your profile, especially where you wrote about accountability & transparency. It is also something we experience (or the lack thereof) in the PH. While I did not end up in journalism, I also enjoy writing (and journaling) as a means to practice good English, and to write about interests."
• Carol, who has sent and received more than 17,000 Postcrossing cards, writes: "First, let me say that I know how important good journalists are these days. I have my favorites. I was dismayed to see that a third of the staff of The Washington Post was laid off. But Bezos hasn't been a friend of the people, anyway. My fav book reviewer, Ron Charles, was laid off so I subscribed to his Substack."
• Renee sent the amazing postcard shown in the lower left above. She writes: "Hello and greetings from Iowa. ... I'm a retired librarian, widow since 2021. ... I share my days now with Sissie my 8 y.o. cocker spaniel and build doll houses." She adds in her profile that she likes books (of course!), playing the guitar and listening to metal turned "up to 11"! 

Finally, here's a lovely illustration of King Ghidorah, that meddling three-headed dragon.   

What George Michael sang 36 years ago

What does it mean when you wake up the in middle of the night and have a song in your head that you haven't thought about in decades? How and why do the brain's electrical byways even dredge up something like that?   

That was George Michael's 1990 lament "Praying for Time" for me, two nights ago. It wasn't even part of a dream, to my knowledge. I just woke up around 3 a.m. when nature called and it was right there, rolling about:

The rich declare themselves poor ... 'Cause God's stopped keeping score

So weird. Yet so timely, perhaps? Michael's commentary was correct for its moment but also prescient about ours.

Speaking about "Praying for Time," he told The New York Times this in 1990: "It’s my way of trying to figure out why it’s so hard for people to be good to each other. I believe the problem is conditional as opposed to being something inherent in mankind. The media has affected everybody’s consciousness much more than most people will admit. Because of the media, the way the world is perceived is as a place where resources and time are running out. We’re taught that you have to grab what you can before it’s gone. It’s almost as if there isn’t time for compassion.” 

This is the year of the guilty man

Your television takes a stand

Fast forward from TV to the internet and endlessly scrolling social media.

Those who once called television a "vast wasteland" had no idea what would follow within a half-century.

Two nights ago I woke up to "Praying for Time." This morning I woke up to another unsurprising war.