‘Oh, lo’dy, lo’d, he’s desp’it! Do what he sayyyy, do what he sayyyy!’

Wet, chilly and highly-gothic here on California’s northern coast this Saturday evening, drizzling rain since early on, creating a sad, thoughtful sense of purpose. Surfing the news sites seeking attention for my seemingly near-insatiable, up-to-the-second addiction for current events, apparently life seemingly has flat-lined as we crawl out from under the hideous holiday season —…

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Spoiler Alert: Crater

Clear and cold this morning along California’s northern coast, this the absolute-last day of 2012, which in relation to previous years, wasn’t all that great, and apparently won’t end graciously, either. The word, “weather,” will be one of the words used to describe the dying 2012, not only in the meteorological format, but also in…

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Eve of the eve

Crystal clear and covered in bright sunshine this early Sunday morning along California’s northern coast and on this extreme-last Sunday of 2012, the future beckons with skeletal fingers. And we’re hanging by the short hairs: The accelerating cycles of capitalism’s creative disruption have reached a new velocity with the basic form known as stock trading.…

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Love’s Labor lied

Crazy-ass world we now inhabit — although it’s wet and chilly this morning up here along California’s northern coast, the weather across the US is odd-ball at best. An indication is snow fall — last March, Chicago got some snow, but now have gone 281 straight day without the white stuff, while slightly to the…

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