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“…this forced break from work also gives everyone an opportunity to lean in to the activities that have, historically, made American life so rich. I’d like to submit fishing as the perfect coronavirus activity — and your new favorite pastime.” … Continue reading →

The McDonald’s Girl Story: Joy I never liked kids, even when I was a kid. Children, in my eyes, were not yet ripe. Especially the young ones. Infants and toddlers weren’t “people”. They were not yet fully formed. They were … Continue reading →

I wrote a 700-word introduction to the upcoming post. Then I deleted it. Let’s try again: Today is the 76th day in the newest year of the serial freak out. Our baseline panic evolved so gradually I can’t pinpoint the … Continue reading →

Twenty nine days. That’s how long it’s been. I don’t know how long it’ll be by the time I post this, or even if I will post this. I only know the calendar says twenty nine days ago my dog … Continue reading →

My dog is dead. It is snowing. The forest is beautiful. I watch the snow… and mourn.

I had a post planned. It was based around Trump’s tweets following the Superbowl (which I hear was damn near soft porn at halftime?). Mocking Kansas/Missouri geography with a backdrop of public twerking seemed a sound comedic device. But this … Continue reading →

In the run up to the 2016 election, the press was unanimous. There was lockstep, unwavering, complete, unrelenting, unquestioned, utter, total, belief that Hillary Clinton wasn’t just going to win but win hard. Trump, we were assured, was an ignorant … Continue reading →

I’ve been very busy this month. I only had a passing bit of time to monitor the press (and the society it supposedly represents). Withdrawal and return gives perspective. I’ve got a note for the press (including on-line): The world … Continue reading →

People say they want to grow; “I’m going to learn French/run a marathon/pay off my debts/hit the gym.” They don’t. They might think they relish personal growth, but they just like the idea. Hard work is hard. Determination fades (if … Continue reading →

I have to admit to a guilty pleasure. I fuckin’ love Rammstein. I play it loud and don’t worry if people think I ought listen to more cerebral fare. (That said I tend to not crank it while Mrs. Curmudgeon … Continue reading →