Many beautiful impressive stills in the Nahanni segment on the Frame Channel, channel 222, Shaw cable, taken by Jackie Zinger. Featured seasons: fall and winter.

No bot could ever
replace a sky.
No phone will ever
stop the tides.
Nor any hack nullify
our limitless love.
No avatar could
supplant you
in any case.
Nor any cloud
clone Monet
nor any bug
take down Beethoven.

The variables in the
Internet of Things
are this limited.
Touchscreens will never
supercede skin,
mind or soul.
All the brave new whims
are merely greyscale
and deletable.
And a user world is just that.
Egoic diminishments
in virtual domains.
More or less.

(The only Beethoven you need ever purchase; it has everything)

The usual dates given for the onset of his complete deafness are typically 1814-1815.

So, for his last 13ish years until his death in 1827, he was likely no longer (audibly)hearing the following great works which he wrote in that period:

Piano sonata in E minor (Op.90)

Cello sonatas (Op. 102)

Piano sonata in A (Op. 101)

Piano sonata in Bb “Hammerklavier” (Op. 106)

Piano sonata in E (Op. 109)

Piano sonata in Ab (Op. 110)

Piano sonata in C minor (Op. 111)

33 variations in C on waltz by Diabelli (Op. 120)

“Missa Solemnis” in D (Op. 123)

Symphony no. 9 in D minor (Op. 125)

String quartet in Eb (Op. 127)

String quartet in A minor (Op. 132)

String quartet in Bb (Op. 130)

“Grosse fugue” for string quartet (Op. 133)

String quartet in C# minor (Op. 131)

String quartet in F (Op. 135)

Amazing output; incredible, unique pieces!
………………………………….
This certainly gives a different spin, understanding, and appreciation when hearing the above works. We can safely say that Beethoven was writing purely, then, from his oral imagination, memory, and past experience. I believe he was deeply, intuitively, and instinctually writing Keats’ “ditties of no [audible] tone”–the music of his soul and spirit. He was writing that music that remained deep inside him. And he was writing the music that he really wanted to compose as in the case of his mass. In that, I believe he wrote both the misery and suffering of the human condition in the opening two sections and later concluded with the hopeful possibilities typically interpreted in and by the positive ending. Despite his previous suicide attempts and pessimism, Beethoven hoped for a higher state and salvation for humans. Unlike no other genius-composer, his work, attitudes, and approaches are a perfect balance of positive and negative, hope and pessimism, the ideal and the real.

1970’s “American Pie” featured the first prominent e-media misusage of the name of the year’s second month:
“Feb-u-ary made me shiver…”

“Living a fine life is an art form.”
–RM

There is no possible way of defining the latest (corrupt) American Dream except in terms of acquiring lots o’ power and maximum wealth-net worth via being obsessed with money-making.

Edmonton -35 Windchill

Winter City? Frozen North? (fact)
Jack London’s “To Build a Fire”
or Sam McGee incarnate.
Too bloody cold for rats.
Snow blown across Xmas potholes.
Someone else’s bad dream
rammed down a senior’s throat
like feckless mayors, windrows
or snow-covered bike-lanes.
City of a dead downtown
awaiting invisible people.
Awaiting the day when the power
conks out for gutted grid-hours
and all will simply freeze and die:
pets, plants, taps, houses, taxpayers.
Or else as some huddle in their monster trucks
idling the pipe-dream mirage
until all that NDP gas runs out.

Be kind to your car, especially if you are leaving it for over 2 hours outside on polar days like today. Today is the argument for gasline antifreeze. Your car will appreciate it and you’ll be able to start it after it’s been sitting when you’re out somewhere.

The first order of business is to stay home and not go out on the roads anywhere.
The second is to perform a good deed. I fed the birds and squirrels as I do each day. Survival is not just a personal matter. This deed connects me daily with The Wild and Nature. They hugely appreciate such on frosty mornings like this. In general, I seldom feel disconnected from Nature and we are on general good terms without any guilt on my part. We each do what we can.

On much warmer days:

Birdbath

is not coffee, but rather orange juice. Has the same quick hit effect throughout the day when one is fagged/fatigued.