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.
But one that didn't spend time in the shop, and one that was sporty enough but not flashy, not a cop magnet. And that is affordable.
I've been driving my Stelvio for almost three years (thanks, Mrs. BD). Zero problems. It's just a Giulia with more space in back like a "crossover". Ferrari designed the fun engine. Just a click into all-wheel drive if you want it. Can drive it on automatic or manual. Zero problems thus far.
I have noticed that Italian police use them. It figures.
The uncomfortable truth that Raskolnikov discovers is that one’s inner self may be dark: cruel, evil, petty, and arrogant to the point of inhumanity. The hideous truth that Dostoevsky reveals is that perhaps one’s inner self is even usually this way.
Raskolnikov is ashamed of not feeling shame for his obsession with his own identity, and he covers up this shame with pride in himself, as though pride were the opposite of—and cure for—his shame.
I understand the naval and commercial things, and I understand the idea of racing boats and simple cruising, but so many of these cruisers just focus on getting to their destinations as fast as possible. If you just want to get it over with, why do it?
I'm not sure how to define a great book, but Wolfe's novel, depicting NYC life in the 1980s, is a darn compelling read, a page-turner. Educational too, about law and government.
While banging around Provence in October, we checked out the de Sade family castle in Lacoste. It was ruined during the French Revolution. I can't find those photos right now. The Marquis liked it there.
de Sade represents the dark side of human nature, unleashed. The guy definitely was not in tune with bourgeois morals - but he was not bourgeois. A good writer. You can read Justine if you want to take a walk on the wild side.
Task Rabbits are excellent help in cleaning out attics, basements, garages, and closets. Most of us have accumulated stuff that will never be used or wanted.
It's no wonder that fish is so expensive. What does "fresh" mean? Usually that it was flash frozen, then thawed out. Nobody wants days-old fish. Almost all fish at the fish market was flash-frozen. It's not as if some local fishing boat goes out for a day and delivers fish to your fish market.
If never frozen (say, 5 days just on ice), quality deteriorates quickly. If you want fresh (same day) fish you had best go fishing yourself.
Generally I don't care about this stuff...but at a lunch recently some coworkers spent a good portion of the time talking about Harry and Meghan. I simply stated I don't generally pay attention to the details of this stuff, all humans are flawed and hero-worship isn't something I go for, generally speaking.
That said, I am a huge Anglophile, which may seem odd as I'm of Irish/German descent. Of course, the Saxe-Coburgs, or Windsors as they care to be known as now, are German, so maybe it's that part that has my pay any bit of attention. Standing in front of paintings and statues of William of Orange or Cromwell (as I have many times on my visits) leave me a bit cold, but I can appreciate the history they represent. Even Churchill, whose relationship with the Irish is tenuous at best, is one of the few politicians I look up to.
Being an Anglophile doesn't mean I'm a royal-watcher or a fan of the monarchy. I've often joked they are the wealthiest welfare family on the planet. This is a bit of a stretch, of course. The family does generate quite a bit of income on their own, with their holdings, and as a result of tourism and fandom. It would be a significant impact to the UK economy to see the end of the monarchy. That said, even today children grow up dreaming of being kings, queens, princes and princesses. As a child, I remember talking of being an astronaut, a fireman, a policeman, etc. So royalty, as a child's dream, is certainly not as awful as one may think.
The question came up in a dinner conversation. I love Youtube.
How to fix a leaky faucet? How the Spanish Armada failed? How to back a boat into a slip with a strong current? How to make a good pasta fagiole? Sure, it can be a time-waster but it's a great resource.
Here's the story. They should have made more money from it.
We’re only beginning to figure out how AI will change society, and I will leave the prognostications to others for now. What I’m interested in is how humans have been laying the groundwork for bots to take over, even in areas where we are meant to be inimitable - in ideas, music, storytelling and democratic discourse. AI-generated culture and human-made culture are converging from both ends. As the machines learn how to emulate us, we are making it easier for them, by becoming more like the machines.
We feel that these cards are important links with people in our lives today, and with people who have been important in our past. The photos are fun to look at. Many send email cards. I do not like that very much.
We lapsed in this tradtion the last year or two, for various reasons. Shame on us. I have the task of updating. Deaths and births, and new pals that matter to me or the Mrs. The deaths and lost people are the worst parts of it. Going through the old cards, I found the last card from Mrs' uncle, the Archbishop, who died since. Great guy. Some have retired. Why?
Another challenge is keeping track of all the people who have moved - often to Florida but some to Maine or California or Cape Cod. I prefer to stay put, where my life has been built.
I wish I could put all of these beloved people in one great room, for a day or more.
