Doing Despots for Dollars and Poopy Doop

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I had a post titled to the shores of Tripoli but I panned it. I’m not feeling the Libya vibe today except to mention that I think it silly that according to Rolling Stone ,  since Nelly Furtado Donated A Million Of Qaddafi Money To Charity , “members of the music …

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Monday Night Notes

A meeting in the morning, an hours drive away, and it’s snowing/sleeting like mad. Having witnessed the return of the Finches last week I was convinced winter was over. That supposition seems not to have been the case. I’m sitting here reading the real estate pages for various Florida locations. …

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Friday’s After Midnight

For some it’s Saturday night, but for me it’s Friday, and it rarely begins until close to midnight. peace Share/Bookmark

Is There A Letter In Your Bag For Me

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August of 2008 I wrote a post about the Bruce Ivins anthrax investigation and his subsequent suicide, Who Ya Gonna Call When There’s Anthrax in The Hall. My interest stemmed from living local to Fort Detrick during the time of anthrax poisonings that succeeded 9/11. The allegations sounded suspect to …

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Please Don’t Sing Me Just Because You Can

JAGGER THE 2011 GRAMMIES PRINT SCREEN FROM YOU TUBE

It was quarter after one, I was all alone (rewriting a proposition), and taking surreptitious peeks at The Grammy Awards. I’d recorded them earlier in the evening. This award show is the most entertaining of all the awards shows only in that there is always hope of great performance. A …

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