War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
The tragic death of Aaron Swartz continues to make waves on the soft, sandy beaches of the InterWebs. Swartz was only 26 when he committed suicide a couple of weeks ago when an impending legal case apparently became too hard to bear — a near-empty case until federal prosecutor Carmen Ortiz decided to use Swartz…
Ground fog, misty and warm this early Thursday morning along California’s northern coast, a way-direct contrast to the frigid, icebox temperatures back east. My youngest daughter in Minneapolis, Minnesota, told me last night over the phone it was ONE DEGREE outside. And that’s just pure crazy. Also nuts is being offline and depending on the…
Overcast and warm this Wednesday morning here along California’s northern coast — and deep in frustration. Last Friday afternoon, we were burglarized — the crank-headed assholes stole my new laptop along with a six-year-old Dell from up in my daughter’s room. The computers were apparently the only items taken, although drawers and boxes were dug…
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.…
One crucial element off the World Trade Center attacks was fright, and from this fear arose a desire coupled with the technical ability to scrutinize perceived enemies, real or maybe politically imagined. The ongoing David Petraeus freak show details how this shit can morph into something way different — and all US peoples should beware…
(Illustration found here). Even as a tiny, little shit — vs an old shit now — I’ve always been a full-blown movie nut. In countless darkened theaters as flickering images played across gigantic screens, these episodes in fantasy seemed to remove me from a world I couldn’t understand, or maybe didn’t want to, and created…
Clear skies again this morning, seemingly-like creating a trend — now three days in a row where I can actually see the sun come up without the silly fog. And here on California’s northern coast, the sound of the nowhere-peaceful Pacific can heard roaring through the air. A check on the news seems to produce…
Quiet this morning up here along California’s northern coast with the sun trying in vain to slither through an Old Testament-looking sky, featuring epic clouds and small patches of clear blue way up yonder. A condition which gives the air a kind of golden hue. This marks the return of daily blogging — not only…
Because there’s two kinds of women. There are two kinds of women and you, as we well know, are not the first kind. You, my dear, are a slut. — Victor Komarovsky to Lara Antipova, Doctor Zhivago In a respite from worrying about the weather, we’ve encountered once again the soulless, nasty cruelty of today’s…
Pig skin and history: Ground acquisition. And that’s what football is, football’s a ground acquisition game. You knock the crap out of eleven guys and take their land away from them. Of course, we only do it ten yards at a time. That’s the way we did it with the Indians — we won it…
