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Sean Hannity Must Be Proud

When I bought my new Honda Goldwing in 2001, I joined an online Goldwing forum. As a new owner I found the forum useful: readers posted maintenance tips and reviewed after-market accessories. After the first couple of years, though, members ran out of new topics and the forum began to drift away from its original [...]

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Sunday Morning Photoblogging

When I woke up this morning everything outside was so pretty I grabbed my camera and almost walked out the door naked. Something about the light at 6:30 AM says “take the photo now or forget it.” Click on the thumbnails to enlarge:

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Loyalty

One sees more and more of this sort of thing on Facebook:

Wow! Look at all those likes! Look at all those shares! I wonder, do these loyal American Facebook users think someone’s keeping a list? Maybe Mark Zuckerberg? The FBI? Santa? It puts me in mind of this passage from Joseph Heller’s Catch-22:

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Summer Cold Icumen In, Lhude Sing Goddamm

Woke up two days ago somehow aware of my nasal cavity. My goodness, the inside of my head is full of strangely-shaped passages and sinuses, I thought. That awareness was a sign; sure enough, as the day progressed, the recesses and folds inside my head became hot, then itchy, then sore.

Not a week ago [...]

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Paul’s Book Reviews: Mysteries, Thrillers, Fantasy, (Bad) Science Fiction

“I spend the months following my grandfather’s death cycling through a purgatory of beige waiting rooms and anonymous offices, analyzed and interviewed, talked about just out of earshot, nodding when spoken to, repeating myself, the object of a thousand pitying glances and knitted brows. My parents treated me like a breakable heirloom, afraid to fight [...]

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Skinny Tires

After last Saturday’s ride I noticed oil leaking from the forks of my mountain bike. I took it in to the shop to have it fixed, and while there asked them to put a pair of skinnier tires on it … the fat knobbies were worn down to nothing and needed replacing, but since I [...]

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TGIF Bag

God, have I been neglecting the blog lately! Of course if I don’t blog every day I feel neglectful … that Puritan streak of mine is a mile wide.

No theme today; just a bag full of miscellaneous thoughts.

One of my sisters is mad at me for picking on Missouri. Well, I pick on [...]

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