My Brooklyn 'Hood fed up with the passage of events as they are.

Declares an "End of Time!"

My building has appointed me Temporal Administrator,...acting, of the Peoples Commune of Eastern Parkway.

At a socially distanced meeting in the courtyard we decided the demented mayhem of 2020 has gone on long enough. The masses of these six square blocks declare Time Ended or at least frozen."

Frozen is our amended position since ending time might be like stopping the rotation of the planet. It could get windy.

In any case things being what they are we have canceled the balance 2020, and the movement of time in general. It shall remain timeless until things improve or at least get funnier."

Proposals that we reset to last New Years Eve, and stay there have been tabled. Watch your zoom bulletins, and emails for updates.

(Below Franklyn Avenue Clock. The western boundary of the Brooklyn Timeless Zone.) ..."BTZ", they'll be hats, and t-shirts soon.

"...tubes"

"...tubes"

A little story about my first radio set. It was a 1942 small "Zenith". 'Made of plywood which was really new, and cool in the 40's. They made patrol boats out if it so it had to be cool. Anyway this was about 1963 or so I'm around 12. My Aunt Sybil,...aka Mum gave me her old set. Being a model kit fan,...thanks cousin Jimmy. I'm gluing crap for 60+ years, and still at it. Anyway I went at it like it was a model Spitfire. I cleaned the set. Scrapped the housing. Put a fresh varnish coat on it. Cleaned the electrics rack replaced the old tubes. They still sold radio tubes then. That, and she was in business,...with some of her 1940's tubes still working, and playing Motown, and the Beatles. 
Above is a near spitting image. Thanks Aunt Sybil.

"...la luna"

"...la luna"

This evening's Moon.

From my Kitchen Observatory.

This at 6:57pm, 1-09-20~CE

"...actually"

"...actually"

I just read a piece about the internet how it went all evil nuts, and the tool of Satan. That, and what could be done now. All that useless digital introspection crap. My solution?
Scrap the whole evil mess, and go back to writing letters or ranting on the street. 
That, and mimeographing broadsides. Hand them out. It's good honest work. 
It was not only more fun, but people actually read you demented crap, and thought about it.

Video below:
Here's folks handing out Emergency Food Center leaflets during the latest republican government shut-down. This works better than any website rant. Now there's civil ordinances about this. Look them up before doing this. 
Mostly about littering...clean up any copies people drop, and you're okay.

"...mostly"

"...mostly"

One of the neat things about being a for real elder is not giving a fuck. That, and everyone being mostly okay with it...within reason. I mean I ain't climbing the damned Chrysler Building with my underwear on my head with a Roman candle sticking out of my butt shooting fire balls, and me singing the Oscar Myer Hot Dog song. That's something we've come to expect any day from our head of state...also an old bleep.
Being older is to begin the process of stop worrying. There I feel better already.

"...Set"

"...Set"

A TV set,...a radio set stereo-set. The term lived for over a century. They began with mid-19th century telegraph sets as in set ups. There were no 1970's 8-Track sets no Cassette sets certainly no VCR sets. Although early home computers came as sets to be built. They were not called Computer sets.
I wonder though if the term hadn't vanished somewhere in the late 1960's.
What would things be now?
Would you buy an iPhone Set a new App Set a Flat screen Set a Computer Set or a Virtual Reality-Set? 
See 1940's table radio set above,...which I remember using. I played with a Scrabble Set too

"...project"

"...project"

Long term project.

I just looked at my still unfinished HMS Warspite kit,...or if you will. "...Set". The image is from near two years ago. This happens now. Like that cathedral model I'm still sometimes working on,...remember that one?
Anyway like the real things battleships, and cathedrals take years. 

Mind you when I was a kid I'd have knocked out both in a few days week tops.

 These days one considers the nuances of the project. The morality, and values of the time the original existed in. Which is bullshit for me just never getting around to finishing stuff. So I'm working on His Majesties' Ship Warspite again...or thinking about it at least. 
I painted a few more bits. ...and it was "His" back then. Stand by for future signals.

Above,...click, is what the deal is supposed to be at launching. Eh,...no. I'm not like demented modelers that do every insane tiny detail. I'm just glad I put the pieces in mostly the right places. 
Forget the rigging or camo painting. Gimme a break.