Katie and the band

What I was thinking myself

This was exactly my opinion last night while I was watching the debate. The constant repetition of “my friends” was spooking me out, but I didn’t think anyone else had noticed it, until I read the following.

Via The Volokh Conspiracy – Dear Senator McCain:

Dear Senator McCain:

Repeatedly calling me and everyone else in the United States “my friends” is extremely annoying. In part, it’s just an irritating phrase. Beyond that, I’m not your friend. I don’t know you, and, from what I know of you, I don’t even really like you. Sorry to focus on such superficialities when the world economy is going to Hell, but you probably lost more votes with your constant repitition of “my friends” than from anything Obama said.


David B.

Power and pirates

It would seem that (and thanks to Electric Venom for reminding me) today is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. We take language seriously over here on this blog, so we shall go around saying “Arrrrrh!” to all our friends today. I hope that they can deal with it.

Fair disclosure: I am not doing this solely to pretend I’m a pirate today, although that certainly has its charms. I simply want to distract Cincinnati people’s attention away from the fact that I do have electrical power at our house, and we have had power since Monday. Saying something like that around here now can cause a riot.

So go about your business. Nothing to see here!

And, “Arrrrrrrrrrrh!”

Friendly electric

It’s not only amazing how many social activity oriented services there are on the Internet, but amazing how many I’ve joined. I love to look like a skeptic, but that only goes so far.

I’ve just tried friendfeed, which doesn’t seem to work when I paste its widget into my sidebar. So, forget that service. Twitter is also becoming doubtful in my eyes. Why did I think everyone should know what I’m doing? I have no idea any more. Am preparing to yank that service, but I don’t have time for playing with that code right now.

End of another fine Thursday

Dentist: uneventful. Only screamed once. But seriously, folks… nothing to report, and only reporting the nothing because I’d promised you all I would.

I am noticing a rhythm to the days now, for the first time since my operation a year ago this last March. It’s a good rhythm, one I haven’t had at least since I’d drop Peter off to grade school and head to my math classes at the University of Cincinnati, an even longer time ago.

Having a rhythm to your days is a gift. What that rhythm contains is up to you, but the simple gift of enough days to find a rhythm, that’s a gift.

And having good blog friends is a gift, too. :D

The final Whatever

My blog-friend LeRoy isn’t seeing too many ways out of his current predicament. ‘What can I say to all my friends? How can I say goodbye?’
A part of my brain once came close to Death, as close as I’ll come for now. And all I have left from this encounter is the dubious wisdom of knowing that it’s still there, death is, right where I left it last.

Sort of back

Where I am right now: Paris. And no, not Paris, Kentucky :)

We spent a week on a barge in Belgium and Holland with some friends, floating around and, for me at least, trying to eat too much. I don’t want to start losing weight. No, we can’t have that, can we?

Then, Buck wanted to run in the Paris marathon. He ran the last half of it, got his medal, and is very pleased with himself, as you can see in the picture in the post preceding this. Now we just hang out in Paris, thinking of things to do.

Today, we went to see Sainte Chapelle, which I have wanted to see since around 1975 or so. I kept arriving at times when the place was closed, or with cranky teenaged boys in tow, or both. Today, we corrected all that, and I spent a long time staring at the best windows in the world.

So, how was your day?

Settling in out West

We had dinner last night with some of our friends here in Boulder, at a lovely restaurant called Sunflower. It’s an organic food restaurant which is helping me to dispel my 1970′s notions of organic food as brown, strangely seasoned, and gritty. My tuna Niçoise was excellent, with a lovely tarragon dressing. If you’ve noticed how seldom I write about food, you know this had to be exceptional.

Now I get to head off to the more exciting adventure of getting a car battery restarted on Super Bowl Sunday.

January gray

I have never quite reconciled myself to last summer’s leaving us. I especially miss warmth and sunshine on a day like today when the gray clouds are way too thick and a drizzle falls on and off throughout the day. I wish that there were something more interesting to write about, but I suppose I have to be content with the world as it is, instead of inventing something new. Either that, or keep driving until I hit Miami Beach.

Visiting with friends for a twelfth-night celebration helps lift the clouds a bit. But that was yesterday.

Today, more gray, and a doctor visit. Nothing is wrong — just in for a usual checkup and port flush. I was there for over four hours last visit, due to simply a pileup of long delays. The implications of that in an oncologist’s office can be too scary to imagine, so I won’t. Just hope for a shorter delay today. And I’ll bring my own snacks.

Getting ready for somebody's holiday

Our friends have long since let us know that, despite my spiritual leanings towards a non-Christian religious tradition, they are going to show up for a huge lunch at our house every December 25th. I have therefore come to the understanding that the dictates of friendship can equal the dictates of a classical spiritual tradition. In this light, I confess that I even wore my old Christmas earrings to lunch today.

Sue me! I had fun. :twisted:

Now playing on iTunes: Into the Silence of My Being, Pt. 1 from the album “Liquid Mind VII: Reflection” by Liquid Mind