George T. Mormann

Tag: life

One of Several Million People Driving to O’Hare

Sometimes I cannot handle the abruptness of contrast. There needs to be a larger gray area between my rooster cock-a-doodle-dooing at 5:30am and being honked at by a WASP in a Mercedes 4matic on I-294 at 6:35

…although I know this was good timing considering the construction delays.

I need at least a day’s notice before I have to immerse myself in everyone else’s fray. You can’t drag me out of the boondocks so easily anymore.

My chronic lower back pain disappeared in the therapeutic air of dried husks and manure; it stung me as soon as I craned my neck to read the tall signs and billboards.

Oh hell, Butch, even Joliet is too big anymore.

Too many lights on at night.

My Nano Aquarium

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I’ve been a freshwater aquarist for over twenty years, but I usually avoid keeping any tanks smaller than ten gallons. Don’t get me wrong, I find the increasingly popular trend of nano fish-keeping a grand idea, especially admiring the designs of some of those nano setups. However, I like a tank that flourishes, and I don’t like stuffing fish inside the aquatic equivalent of a studio apartment.

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Heterandria formosa

Well, a couple of weeks ago, I attended a meeting at my local fish club. The meeting always closes with a mini-auction, where I usually stock up on hornwort, guppy grass, and occasionally, fish that I would like to keep. I won a couple of breeding pairs of Least killifish (Heterandria formosa). Not a true killifish, but a livebearer closely related to guppies and mollies, of the family Poeciliidae. They are one of the smallest livebearers in the world, and considered the smallest among North American livebearing fishes, being endemic to Florida. With the females barely exceeding an inch and a half, I didn’t feel comfortable adding these fish to an established aquarium, where they might be out-competed for food, or worse, become food. A year ago, I bought a Fluval Spec V for less than half it’s retail value, but had yet to use it for the reasons specified above. So I decided to set up the Spec V as a single species starter colony for these shy yet fascinating fish! The plants are hornwort (yes, I have to trim it weekly for it grows like a weed) and staurogyne repens. The substrate is Eco-Complete, and within the filter reservoir is a 25 watt, pre-set heater, which maintains a temperature of about 76 degrees Fahrenheit.

 

The Best Instagram in Town

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Lately, I’ve been dedicating more time to my aquarium hobby than writing content for my website. I’ve been a freshwater aquarist for over twenty years, and these past two years I have really invested a great deal towards raising and breeding various fish, invertebrates, and growing aquatic plants and mosses. As I establish and decorate more aquariums, I wanted to start an Instagram page focused on my variety of fish tanks. My Instagram photos can be found at the bottom of this website. Please have a look at my photos and feel free to like and comment. Regardless of whether you’re a fellow fishkeeper or an admirer of the hobby, I enjoy talking about aquariums.

My Instagram

Youth, it is

a sandcastle
admired for a day,
abandoned to the
inevitable tide.
Photographs, like
grains of sand,
rouse the shallows
where memory wades.

a dollop chased out
of a jar of promises,
an arthritic swivel
of a fingertip
twisting counter-
clockwise against
the hands of time.

reclaimed in somber
remembrances
over a box of ash
filled before the age
of seventy.

Always Another Apocalypse

I completely forgot, until I got news of Kylie Jenner’s pregnancy,
that today is supposed to be the apocalypse.
Again.
I recall following the last apocalypse (not the Mayan one: that was a misinterpretation of their calendar and our own), and it was slated for 6pm Illinois Time, which may or may not be sunset in Jerusalem.
All the country’s pious radio stations abruptly quieted, as if to mimic
the sudden blackening of the Earth, like people wouldn’t feel tremors beneath their feet, or hear the screams of a million sinners, before they themselves perished.
No, the last apocalypse was treated like a flip of a switch in God’s cellar as he turned off the lights after retrieving his spare can opener.