Several things. One: If you are going to come to my website via a proxy, at least make it a good proxy, not one called Hide My Ass, traceable, by way of Norway, rom Midwestern state via Q West. I despise cowards. Two: The most important really. I meant to …
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 …
August And Everything After
My summer term is ending soon. Finalizing the term, work, some life, a schedule that demands I go to bed before 1 AM, stymies the postings here, as well as the thought that goes into them. At times the tiny pecks hardly seem worth it, but I’m addicted to this …
I Don’t Want To Go Among Mad People
Late afternoon briefs (not the kind perpetually at war with boxers). In other words, what the heck am I doing besides obsessing about health reform. Posted at Hell on Earth, but worth a mention here, is a Sudanese Woman’s willingness to take a flogging in order to change things. Lubna …
Sunday Night Inquisition
Questions that must be asked, despite the fact I’ve yet to catch tonight’s episode of True Blood. 1. Why is the chairman the Young Republicans 38 years old? A question I’ve seen asked a few times tonight, on a forum, a blog, and in a post lamenting on Cronkite’s passing. …
