Monday Once Again
June 11, 2012Monday again and after not posting any freakin’ thing over the weekend, the catch-up is on the bun, or words to that effect. And the world continues to twirl away toward oblivion without so much…
Monday again and after not posting any freakin’ thing over the weekend, the catch-up is on the bun, or words to that effect. And the world continues to twirl away toward oblivion without so much…
Celestial crazy continued yesterday in New York City with “Manhattanhenge†— the rare, though not unheard of phenomenon when a setting sun perfectly aligns itself with the Manhattan street grid and invoked native daftness: “Taxi…
In the outward appearance, the whole-wide world has gone bat-shit crazy, maybe as a run-up to some real-bad episodes coming for mankind and its immediate offspring. In Seattle, of all places, and in a “very…
Welcome Memorial Day 2012. In Afghanistan, where war has raged seemingly forever, and where US GIs have been maimed and killed for near 11 years, comes the family-gathering-remembrance of a NATO airstrike that wiped out…
Although recent prices at national gas pumps are down 16 cents from a year ago, there’s no real sense behind it all, as this genius comments: “We might move a little lower, we might move…
Earlier this month, Mitt Romney at a fund-raiser with asshole coal-man Bob Murray: “I finally figured it out,” Romney goes on to say. Obama “is for all the sources of energy that come from above…
In these pre-dog days of pre-summer, the days are getting longer, and to me anyway, the nights are also getting longer — I suffer from a mild dose of insomnia on occasion, a pain in…
In the midst of all the damaging news out there, this from Gallup was indeed sad — a point for the poor in not only in cash-on-hand, but the poor in heart: Stay-at-home moms also…
As if on cue late yesterday afternoon, a thick, moist portion of coastal fog descended upon my little stretch of northern California coastline and eliminated any view of the rare annular solar eclipse which swiped…
Bright, warm sunshine this morning, seemingly heightening a sense of trying to “…hold the terrible silence at bay,” feeling shadows of a singular Waiting for Godot epilogue formulating in the not-so distant world. In the…