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Look, everybody just go get a subscription to the NY Times that includes “Times Select.” Then you will be able to read these columns directly. ‘kay? Some of the opinion writers are too vitriolic even for my taste, but Friedman and Kristof, well, I’ll read just about anything they write. Todays example: . . . → Read More: Friedman If you ever wonder what it’s like to be me, here you go: . . . → Read More: A real journal entry New essay on Happiness is up. This makes number 10 for the year, and I’m only running a little bit behind, since this one was supposed to be ready on Sunday. If I can finish another this week, I’ll be back on track. I’m finding this to be a very worthwhile exercise. Writing . . . → Read More: Happiness I have a band-aid on my neck, about halfway up on the front left. There is a little skin-tag there, and sometimes it gets irritated and requires some antibiotic and a band-aid. No big whoop. At karate today, one of the kids asked “why the band-aid?” I looked him in the eye and said “I . . . → Read More: The cone My mind is scattered. My focus gone. Woosh. Got the Bach cello suites on the good headphones. Got the strong, dark coffee. Monday the 13th, man. This time, next week, I’ll be in Italy. It can’t happen soon enough. First off: The movie Ultraviolet is easily among the five worst movies I’ve ever seen. So bad. As bad as Queen of the Damned. Worse than Blade II. (1) It’s a goddamn VAMPIRE movie. No, I did not know this ahead of time. Color me “not a comic book guy” (2) BAD computer graphics. . . . → Read More: Weekend Plants are in the ground. Peas, lettuce, chard, and radishes, all safely sown in the raised beds. The new configuration of the raised beds seems excellent. I can reach every portion of the garden without having to step on any of it. Rhubarb is also planted. Three plants at the Southeast corner of the house, . . . → Read More: Spring ritual Most translation humor gets a pass from me, but this was just too good Sea cucumbers have hoofs? |
