Another Year Shot To Hell
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
AIr-Minded: Son of More With Less
I have questions.
I Needed a Boost
Seventy-five feels like one of those demarcation ages — like 21, 30, and 65 — though I’m fuzzy on what it demarks. Really old, as opposed to just old? Elderly with a capital E? The onset of dotage? Ice floe time? But, but … we don’t feel 75!
Air-Minded: MIDAIRs & ZELLs & FOD, Oh My!
Am I the only person in the world who worries about shit like this? Probably.
Book Club Postmortem
Now that intelligent and considerate people are masking again, I had a choice to make yesterday: whether to go to the monthly book club meeting in person or attend by Zoom. I chose wisely.
Air-Minded: PASM Photoblog XXII
I made one of my periodic treks to Pima Air and Space Museum this morning, wanting to see if anything’s changed. The answer: not much.
About Time, California!
See? We don’t always have to choose the stupid thing!
Resting From My Labors
Thinking about Labor Day, which we observed yesterday with company, dinner, and a movie. Company was our friend Mary Anne and her dog Anthony; dinner was hickory-smoked ribs, potato salad, grilled veggies, and corn on the cob (plus deviled eggs and mango gelato from Mary Anne); the movie back-to-back episodes of Justified on Hulu. Here […]