Wow, this past month has flown by, which I suppose could be interpreted as fast or slow depending on the particular flight vector we're talking about. Satellites fly through the night sky really "fast," but that's relative to a "stationary" observer on the Earth's surface. You would need the Lorentz Transformation (two-dimensional distillate below)
to really understand how "fast" or "slow" something has moved. In the context of this last month, I would say it has flown by at about the speed of a flying bee relative to a flying fly, which brings up another point on eponymous names, like the "organge". Were the early Anglo-Saxons really at a creative loss of what to call "that small thing over there that flies"? And was an orange named after the color or was the color named after the orange? Without boring myself with the etymology of the word, 'orange," I'm willing to bet it was the former since the Anglo-Saxons (being in England, of course) probably didn't even see an orange fruit until the 15th Century brought about feasible global exploration.
While on the subject of potting clay, I don't really have time to update my blog right now, but I certainly hope to soon - i miss it. Look for a post that I've been musing upon about the nature of boundaries and how they describe and dictate our lives - especially the intangible variety. In the meantime, I nabbed the below image from a friend. It speaks to me in so many ways...
