"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
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 […]
In that instant they felt an overwhelming sense of pride and accomplishment. Though they had failed dismally even to come close to the expedition’s original objective, they knew now that somehow they had done much, much more than ever they set out to do. — Alfred Lansing, Endurance: Shackleton’s Incredible Voyage Endurance: Shackleton’s Incredible Voyage Alfred […]
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 […]
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, […]
You Can’t Read That! is a periodic post featuring banned book reviews and news roundups. * Yeah, I thought it was Banksy too. Click the image to learn more about Spanish street artist Escif. YCRT! Banned Book News The best stories are local, and here’s a hilarious one from my own town, Tucson, Arizona: Censored […]
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 […]
I took this photo last night, standing in my driveway facing, duh, west. I wanted a new cover photo for my Facebook page. I also wanted to convey the message I’m sunsetting my involvement with Facebook. Right. Even as I announce I’m trying to kick Facebook I post new photos. But hey, it’s a start. Donna came home from her […]
I’m beginning to recognize in my relationship with Facebook what I recognized in my relationship with alcohol before I quit drinking.