Sanity Check
I needed reassurance that the Bundy Ranch and Murrieta types are a marginal minority, and Rachel Maddow gave it to me.
The Glorious Fourth
Coming off a family high, we are. Except for our granddaughter Taylor, who is working in Seattle, we had our little nuclear family together in Tucson over the past week. I wouldn’t have felt right about shutting myself up in the office to blog while our kids were here, so I let Paul’s Thing slide […]
Grandkids and Other Critters
Our grandson Quentin is here for his annual visit. His parents ship him down on Southwest Airlines. He flies on unaccompanied minor status: his parents take him to the gate at Las Vegas and we meet him at the gate in Tucson. This is the last year he’ll have to be escorted to and from […]
Thursday Bag o’ Empty Calories
I saw a commercial for implantable contact lenses on TV last night. If “implantable” means what I think it means, what does “contact” mean? Contacting the inner surface of your eye, looking out? Why not just “implantable lenses”? Sort of a Six Million Dollar Man kind of thing, or am I thinking of The Terminator? The thought […]
Sunday Bag o’ Antipasto
The second meeting of our cooking club is tonight. This time we’re preparing Italian recipes from Mario Batali cookbooks. Donna and I drew the appetizer course, so we’re making a simple antipasto tray with meats, olives, peppers, and cheeses. The host for tonight’s dinner is in charge of the main course; other members are bringing salads, […]
Some Needed Nuance
Yesterday’s comment was harsh: I don’t have many fucks left to give today, but I can always muster one up for the Republicans, the party of assholes and assholism. I turned irrevocably against them sometime during the Clinton administration, and everything they’ve done since has hardened my contempt, which by now is so dense and compressed […]
Monday Bag o’ Social Media
I’m beginning to recognize in my relationship with Facebook what I recognized in my relationship with alcohol before I quit drinking.
Voices and Votes
A visitor from outer space would describe Congress as a place where bribery is both legal and encouraged. I guess it’s always been that way; maybe I am naive. Still, you have to try. We can’t say we’re a representative democracy if we quit believing our voices and votes mean something.