We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
So much for the terror tactics, which have never worked anyway except on the ignorant. We're in a mild inter-glacial, but not really. Technically, we are still in an ice age.
How does it happen that a properly endowed natural scientist comes to concern himself with epistemology? Is there no more valuable work in his specialty? I hear many of my colleagues saying, and I sense it from many more, that they feel this way. I cannot share this sentiment….
Concepts that have proven useful in ordering things easily achieve such an authority over us that we forget their earthly origins and accept them as unalterable givens. Thus they come to be stamped as “necessities of thought,” “a priori givens,” etc. The path of scientific advance is often made impassable for a long time through such errors. For that reason, it is by no means an idle game if we become practiced in analyzing the long commonplace concepts and exhibiting those circumstances upon which their justification and usefulness depend, how they have grown up, individually, out of the givens of experience. By this means, their all-too-great authority will be broken.
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.
We have a similar trip planned to the famous Greyfield Inn on Cumberland Island in Georgia. We love Georgia but, then again, we love almost anywhere. Again, no phones, no wifi, no TV, no shops, and no transportation other than bike or foot. Other than the old mansion (built by Carnegie), there is no other development. All nature sanctuary. Bring binoculars of course, bathing suit ... and mosquito spray.
Hikes and bikes, and sea, all day.
You get there by boat from Fernandina Beach on Amelia Island. Ha. I've been there! Had a fine seafood lunch in Fernandina overlooking the harbor. Huge plate of fried oysters with pepper salsa, as I recall, cole slaw on the side, and a couple of beers.
Clinton Inc. needs money, but the money is likely seen more as tribute than bribery, a bit of coin offered up as a sign of loyalty to the coming Ozarkian Restoration — a restoration that may just have to wait for Chelsea.
It's his birthday week. The youth may not know what a talented fellow he was with words, rhythm, wit, and wisdom, and it's tough to know that if you are under age 18 or more. Shakespeare: The Ultimate Dead White Male? Every word he wrote is best read aloud.
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Each garment has a pocket for a phone and is designed to be professional wear which can be easily dressed up for after-work outings. If you're not in NY, you can find her stuff online or in these places.
So say the students: "(It's) a college campus laden with trauma and sexualized violence and full of victims/survivors..."
Sounds terrible. I thought it was a goofy artsy-fartsy, metrosexual, granola place for kids with tats, pink hair, and nose rings - not a dangerous hellhole.
Malloy inflicts on our moribund economy ever-stronger doses of the treatment that laid us low, compulsively seizing on each new radical cause so he might seem a leader. At his insistence, we became the first state to mandate paid sick leave, have passed the highest minimum wage in the nation, and now contemplate a special tax on corporations that pay any employee less than $15 an hour. For more than 20 years, since we passed the cursed state income tax, Connecticut has ranked dead last in economic growth in our nation. Progressive policies have destroyed the oldest and finest manufacturing base in America.
Here in New England, the spring migration is underway. Blackbirds came a month ago, and are still passing through, but the hardy songbirds are beginning to show up despite yesterday's light snow.
The Juncos headed north a couple of weeks ago, and now most of the White Throats have left too. I heard the first Towhee of the Spring this morning.
Photo is our Eastern Towhee. Unmistakable, loud call, "Drink your teeeee." Saw my first of the season yesterday, scratching under my feeder. Love those guys.
Here's a chilly male Cardinal. Due to global warming, it was a wicked winter and a cold early Spring this year.
Did you ever wonder why Al Kooper's organ chords were slightly behind? He didn't know the chords. Besides, he barely knew how to play the organ. He was a guitar player.
Good story, and true. With enough ballsiness, life can be like that.
Tomorrow it will be Bill hanging with crims and underage hookers in the Bahamas...never mind, that already was reported last week by the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy.
The Washington Post reports that Bill Clinton has received $26 million in speaking fees from entities that also donated to the Clinton Global Initiative.
The Washington Examiner reports, “Twenty-two of the 37 corporations nominated for a prestigious State Department award — and six of the eight ultimate winners — while Hillary Clinton was Secretary of State were also donors to the Clinton family foundation.”
...The Obama administration wanted Hillary Clinton to use official government email. She didn’t. The Obama administration also demanded that the Clinton Foundation disclose all its donors while she served as Secretary of State. It didn’t comply with that request, either.
Mark Halperin: Will the Old Clinton Playbook Work? Well, Wall St loves her so there's that. Who else does? I wonder. I suspect both the Bushes and the Clintons will be past history soon, if not already.
How would all of this go over if the Clintons were conservative Repubs?
- Most other plants cannot tolerate daffodil or narcissus sap. They secrete something which prevents other stems from absorbing water. That's why you never see bouquets or vases with daff or narcissus cuttings shared with other flower or plant cuttings.
I can’t fathom the naiveté required to believe that this egregious double standard—i.e., tribal identity for everyone except white males—will end in harmony rather than disaster. It horrifies me to ponder the gullibility you’d need to think that one day, all women and nonwhites will suddenly say, “It’s cool, white dudes—we’re even. The score is settled. The historical scales are balanced. Everyone’s equal now.” Anyone with the most basic grasp of human nature knows that people never truly grow out of infancy—both as individuals and in groups, they will grab more and more candy until someone finally prevents them.
The American Robin is actually a woodland thrush. People used to hunt and eat them. From a reader this week. Look at those egg sacks on that fat (European immigrant) worm:
If she wants to topple herself, she just might. Dems need a candidate with integrity, regardless of leftiness.
Related: Mrs. Clinton and the 1 Percenters. Nothing against money, but $200 million in the bank and 2 billion in a personal foundation ain't bad for a life dedicated to public service. Dems need a credible candidate.
Our (too-occasional) contributor Gwynnie sends me an email. Something like "We will be out of town, change of plans. Will you all be willing to fill in for us to host a small, semi-formal luncheon for Luis Palau after church?"
Well, I will do anything for Gwynnie and his family, and they for us, but that is an honor and a treat. You betcha.
G noted that the hispanic workers will be delighted. Well, sure - but not just them. Luis Palau. We'll just sit back, shut up, and listen to the conversations.
This is not nearly as funny as the Yale vs. North Carolina soccer shoot-out. But since News Junkie stumbled on Studio C, the group of young comedians who made Scott Sterling famous across the globe, I thought my fellow farmer would enjoy this skit. The ending is in his sweet spot.
Readers may recall how much we enjoyed
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It's his birthday week. The youth may not know what a talented fellow he was with words, rhythm, wit, and wisdom, and it's tough to know that if you are under age 18 or more. 
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Here in New England, the spring migration is underway. Blackbirds came a month ago, and are still passing through, but the hardy songbirds are beginning to show up despite yesterday's light snow.
So soon, we are back in the thick of the old familiar Clinton slime. This morning it was
Live and learn. Nobody would eat a daffodil bulb on purpose, but if you do it's bad news.
Pic: Mr. Volcano in Chile celebrates Earth Day with megatons of CO2 and air pollution, via 