Letterman called it transcendent. Of course he’s right, as regardless of my disbelief in the God of Christianity, my dislike, in general, of country music, and my disdain for lyrics alluding to “blond and red haired chicks, I kind of liked this song. At the very least I love the …
Welcome To The (Word) Jungle
What follows is a jungle of words woven from — in my head — notes for future blogs posts. Rarely laconic, this post might be stretching it, even for me. I wrote in it a coffee shop this afternoon while waiting for a friend. Be gentle. Notes: ugly happens, complaints …
Interesting Irony Time Again
I haven’t done an “Interesting Irony” post in some time. This works, and doesn’t stretch the grey cells too far. Irony epitomized is when a magazine titled Self photoshops pounds off, and reshapes, Kelly Clarkson. All this while publishing an interview in which Kelly tells them she is “comfortable with …
What To Expect As The Insurance Companies Try to Kill Health Reform, Again
OC reminded me of this Bill Moyers/Wendall Powell interview I saw a couple of weeks ago. Although OC’s interest lies with the medical cost ratio, and blaming the people who own the stock (you, maybe me), my interest lies merely with bringing this to your attention, in case you missed …
Life Is Not A Beach
I spent the day at the Library of Congress. The hottest day we’ve had all year, and early in the morning, because I’d skipped my morning run, I decided to walk to the library from New Hampshire and M. I had snagged my aunts assistant’s parking garage space for the …
A Burning Ring of Fire
Sambuca is flammable. Stuart Feltham, a young British man, found this out when, allegedly, after inappropriately touching, and possibly exposing his genitals to Marina Fanouraki at a night club on Crete, he got Sambuca thrown on him, and ended up in flames. (Brit Stuart Feltham’s genitals set on fire on …
