War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Heat on a Sunday afternoon in California’s Central Valley. Leroy and I started our dog-walk along Merced’s Rascal Bike Path this morning too late, and the warmth of the path seemed to increase further along we strolled — must have the discipline to get out of bed earlier to beat the heat. Or stay at…
Breezy Saturday afternoon in California’s Central Valley, laptop in the backyard on the glass table under the umbrella and live tapping, clicking on the outside. A good setting in our current form of environmental/health/living scenario. I can see indeed we’re in a somehow-contrived and freakish Twilight Zone episode. Big difference, though — most of those…
On this Saturday, or whenever, a flashdance of twirling in time, lifting the nowadays to the yester-yore (h/t Susie): Feel good four minutes and 35 seconds… (Illustration: M.C Escher’s ‘Three Spheres II,’ found here).
Yesterday, the T-Rump descended even further than can be decently imagined down that escalator of cruel-insanity by advising us Americans to inject Lysol/detergent into our veins to combat COVID-19. A totally-fucked spectacle at his briefing/rally. Most-likely the major news story today. I missed the real-time event, even in delayed clips via Twitter, and didn’t catch…
Another warm day in California’s Central Valley and once again Leroy and I dog-walked a bit on the Rascal Bike Path here in Merced. Although breezy outside the path, hot and near-still strolling along it. Summer looks close and Leroy was starting to labor some after about an hour. We need to hit the walk…
Today 13 years ago this blog, ‘Compatible Creatures,’ became self-aware — April 24, 2007. “Woo-hoo!” the two-word content of the original post. Later that self-same day, my first ‘real‘ post, with a comically-strained title, ‘Word.’ Actually a few words, short and sour, however, zeroed-in on one word: In an age where events are known so fast…
In this preoccupied life, the best defense is laughter. Or insanity. First, read Martin Longman’s essay at Political Animal this morning, a ‘Desperate Sadness’ piece on how the US is fucked, and how the world responds: This isn’t complicated, or it shouldn’t be. Electing Trump was the entire nation deciding to stop doing whatever it…
Sunny and way-warm this mid-day Thursday in California’s Central Valley. And the inaugural post of Walking Leroy in the Valley (yesterday was the ‘pilot‘ episode). Although technically in a ground-sense the program is a part of the Central Valley, in a local mode it’s really just the Rascal Bike Path here in Merced. We tour…
Apparently the T-Rump is losing the sharp-edge of his malevolent, narcissist brain as his daily encounters with the media is causing him to act even-more petulant and nasty. The asshole is cratering at the polls, and he knows it, and evidently the strain pulls his moldy skin tighter-n-drum: A couple of episodes today — first…
Another day in the life… (Illustration found here). Anniversary of a nasty sort — Dick Nixon died today 26 years ago. A great hat-tip to tengrain this morning and a link to this flashback of the perfect Nixon obit penned by the great Hunter S. Thompson, a piece of epic truth-telling with the sharp, totally-awesome…
