I’m in a hotel on the Gulf sorta watching the Texas v. Iowa State game and recovering from an Wintzell’s oyster food coma. I just came across this, via Instapundit: So maybe the world isn’t going to hell afterall. ? I remain– on my good days– optimistic. Sort of. The oysters were great!
Ahh. Thanks to Kat & Marg, I know where I am wrt Dailey, WVa. It’s lightninging out there! (Visited 9 times, 1 visits today)
I like Savannah. It’s a nice city, as cities go. The bookstores think too much of themselves, but the city is nice. That said, I miss the Farm and the dogs, and Tiger. Check out those cloud formations. Not entirely clear to me why one needs to focus on VR when RR is right here,
Imagine my surprise upon discovering that I am in Missouri. This is not the sort of mistake I make. Indeed, I asked, “Missouri or Kansas?” as I was checking on the weather. I was told Kansas but, “It’s all one big thing.” It may be but I am in Missouri. Missouri is a stupid state.
We walked to the Machane Yehuda Market our last day in Jerusalem. Assorted dried fruits Fruits and nuts Soft cheeses Beans and peas. Yes. Those are blackeyed peas! Spices Fish (Visited 8 times, 1 visits today)
I checked in with my Grandson. He’s the cutest living thing you’ve ever seen. Not that you all weren’t the cutest living things in your own time but c’mon. He’s cute. Mr. Big Food spent some time in Atlanta being a philosopher of neuroc John. I think everyone had a good time. Neda might come
On August 16, 2016 Daughter C and I opened up the back doors of the tailgate trailer. It was quite a sight! About 10 pounds of s*^t in a five pound tin can that gets incredibly hot in the Mississippi afternoon sun. (There’s a roof vent but none of us can figure out how to
It was Friday’s supper after we got back home from A&S Happy Hour. Mr. Big Food promoted it as “Impromptu” supper and Daughter C took exception based on the definition of the word, “impromptu.” But the food was good. (Visited 18 times, 1 visits today)
The shameful display of naked partisanship by the elite media is unlike anything seen in modern America. Maybe I just haven’t had enough coffee yet, but just what the heck is “modern America?” The country is … 2016 -1776… only 240 years old. Like, if we were talking about “modern philosophy” we’d be talking about
The best of them are bad writers of English; the others write no language known to man. Just need to get that out there, man. Also this: Now, it should seem a matter of course to say that if you do not know who Michael Faraday and William Harvey are you have no business setting
I read a notice in our little weekly newspaper the other day about an upcoming presentation at Rainwater Observatory in nearby French Camp, Mississippi. “Sizing Up the Summer Skies” was to be presented by David Teske, “a recently happily retired science teacher.” The notice suggested that we might want to arrive in French Camp early and
http://hotair.com/archives/2016/08/11/is-it-immoral-for-a-republican-not-to-vote-for-trump/ Mr. Big Food and I have been having this conversation. C.f. Howard Roark or … what’s that movie… “This whole f*^king … is out of order” [Al Pacino, Justice for All] Why cast your vote to prop up the sham that this is a democratic REPUBLIC? And what is it about this breast-beating “I’m
Thanks to Mr. Big Food’s Dad for sending this good advise along. (Visited 4 times, 1 visits today)
Mr. Big Food and I have just returned to the Farm from a little jaunt to the Mississippi Gulf Coast. It’s an interesting place on Earth. (The rainbow’s not too heavy-handed, is it?) ALL Are Welcome in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi! We walked around a “house” that was up on toothpick stilts. And you should
Set up: I left Farther Along Farm, Mississippi at about 7:30am on July 6th, landing in Chapel Hill, North Carolina about 8pm (eastern). Record time. I returned just the day before yesterday. During those two weeks– and of course in addition to welcoming Baby Bunny– I kept my eyes open as best as I could.
I am a fan of the Oxford comma. In fact, I follow The Oxford Comma on Twitter. For some unfathomable reason, some folks are not fans of the Oxford comma. One Emma Green is preparing to take them on: Some people, apparently, disagree—including those who follow the AP’s style book, which is most traditional newspaper
What other explanation could there be for my silence? “Gone fishin’” is the grown-up equivalent of playing hooky. It’s the middle of the week! This man should be sitting at his desk in his ill-lit recycled-air-conditioned office reading philosophy papers. But is that what he’s doing? No. He is on a boat cruising into the
I happened upon this at Instapundit.com It’s one of my favorite songs, too. The most requested song on Kampala’s Radio One station, from listeners of all ages, is Dolly Parton’s Coat of Many Colours. When the BBC told her, she said it’s her favourite too and it touches on universal emotions. “We all have been
For the rest of the month, I am just going to go along with this silliness that a two-bit actor who never traveled anywhere and certainly did not know anything at all about English court– let alone Danish– wrote the best literature of Western civilization (cough, cough, Bacon was Shakespeare, cough) and invite you to a
Miss M’s Birthday. We did. I have video. I am sorely tempted to tell what happened. But I will NOT! Long Haired Hippy Dog gone Country. Look at them boots! Gone Country. (Visited 17 times, 1 visits today)