"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
The form of the destructor
I probably shouldn’t admit it, but I’ve always been a fan of Steven Seagal movies. Martial arts and Oriental mysticism leave me cold. Jet Li, Bruce Lee, Jean-Claude Van Damme, Chuck Norris? Colder yet. But Steven Seagal . . . well, there’s something about the guy. I read an article about the Panchen Lama a couple of years […]
Driving home today I fell in behind a pickup truck with an odd homemade bumper sticker. Composed of individual stick-on letters, it read: drafting is not an act its an art winston salem cars are not apart Was he trying to say something about tailgating? Probably, but what? Never mind the missing apostrophe, the words didn’t […]
I missed this somehow, but back in February Avedon Carol linked to one of my entries. Wow! Mister Big Time, that’s me. Conversation overheard while drinking coffee after last weekend’s bicycle ride: “You know, kids can’t say the Pledge of Allegiance in school any more.” “I know. Isn’t it terrible?” “Not the Under God part, anyway.” […]
Is there something about my new car . . . . . . or is it just me?
Earlier this evening, we joined several friends at a neighborhood park for a free concert. We’ve been to many such concerts; they have them every Saturday night in the spring and fall. We usually bring our dog, as do many other people, and the dogs are normally as well behaved as the people who bring […]
I heard only parts of Senator Barak Obama’s speech yesterday. But I heard enough to make me want to read the entire transcript. We’re told that Obama’s speech was born from the political need to counter right wing media (read: all media) hysteria over the firebrand comments of Obama’s pastor, Reverend Jeremiah Wright, but along the […]
This morning I added several new reference links to my browser’s favorites list. When I’m writing (yes, even writing for friends via this humble blog), I look things up, including things I’m pretty sure I know. Like the title to this entry. Is “on” supposed to be capitalized? No. I thought not; now I’m sure. I drew the […]
Tucsonans can only dream of upscale chain restaurants. We don’t play in the same league as Phoenix and Las Vegas. No Bucca de Beppos for us. No Cheesecake Factory, no Carrabba’s, no Emeril’s New Orleans Fish House, no Maggiano’s Little Italy . . . we don’t even have a Ruth’s Chris Steak House. But by gum we got […]