War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
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…
Sunny-bright near mid-day Wednesday in California’s Central Valley. A peaceful-looking expansion in a weird-reality setting. And today the start hopefully to a daily exercise in local journalism — a post on my walk with my daughter’s basset hound/greyhound mix, Leroy, through the meandering Rascal Bike Path in southeast Merced. We make the walk about every…
A shift of venue — I just got a Polaroid iS126 digital camera from Target and now in practice mode with a new device. Simple but as always for me and any type apparatus, it will take a certain amount of time in getting my shit together with it. An inexpensive addition to the blog.…
In the bat-shit crazy world we co-habitat, a short essay on our peculiar predicament, and not just COVID-19 floating in the air, but that nasty, orange-tinted virus at the podium (h/t BJ): And an addendum to the mouth that won’t stop, ever (Washington Post): “Always health. Health and life. Living is number one … I…
Overcast a bit, but windy here on this little patch of California’s Central Valley. Rain this morning cooled the air, occasional sunlight peeks through as Monday starts to roll to a close — early evening in another chapter of the nowadays. And in accordance with the plot line, COVID-19 is still the rabid news on…
Sunny Sunday afternoon in the backyard here in California’s Central Valley. If the world wasn’t so canker-like and weird the scene could be described as normal and pleasant, neighbors laughing, children playing, and a sense of it all would be pleasant, too. Wrong, of course, in way-twisted form-and-fashion. Off subject as a breathing apparatus, this…
Saturday early-evening in California’s Central Valley, waiting while sheltering-in-place for the next episode to explode/implode in this strange, but real operation of life seemingly woven in shades of Rod Serling influenced by George Orwell colored by John Carpenter — ghastly horrors too obvious to be scary, but… Last week I took a day off from…
Overcast and windy this early-evening Friday here in California’s Central Valley, a mostly-pleasant day overall in these peculiar times, which maybe says a lot without actually saying much at all. Oddly, and kind of scary, our current predicament does appear to fuse climatology with epidemiology in new data on our rapidly-shifting environment, socially and weather-wise.…
Another Friday, and the end of whatever, and the beginning of whenever. As I’ve whined before, hard to tell the day of the week without the little note on my cell-phone — it’s a flip-type, no iPhone for me. However, I can just touch a little thingie on the side to get the info without…
My cell-phone tells me it’s Wednesday, so we’ll go with that, despite the real fact it feels like yesterday, or a week ago. In a convoluted era of surreal craziness, this is by far one nice portrayal of our human predicament (humble h/t Daily Kos): Beyond that brief bit of joy, the big picture don’t…
