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Down the Reading List Rabbit Hole

When I went to once-a-week (or whatever it’s eventually going to be) blogging, I said I hoped my less-frequent posts would contain meaty content — but that the posts would reflect whatever the week brought, for good or ill. Recent days have brought lots of reading, sparking thoughts too formless and unorganized yet to blog. So here’s a little tale about how I plunged down the Reading List Rabbit Hole. NOTE: This piece has Amazon Associate links to the best or most eagerly awaited titles of my rabbit-hole adventure, but I’m not trying to sell you books. I’m just having…

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Just another little check-in (aka medical matters)

I’m beginning this on Thursday, within two hours of leaving to have a tooth yanked. I’ll finish this blog on the weekend, fates willing. The appointment is late in the day, which I wouldn’t have chosen. Cause I’m a wuss and a worrywort and just want it over with. I’ve been busy blogging and doing other things all morning, but suddenly I’m out of distractions. I’m not as nervous as I expected to be. Yet. I did wake at 3:00, counting, “Twelve+ hours to go.” Hated that and knew I’d be keeping count all day. But I stayed in my…

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Weekend links

While I still (however involuntarily) have Comcast … That weird SWAT raid in Houston that left a couple and their dog dead, several cops wounded, and no evidence of heroin dealing found — the one where a police official threatened they were tracking anybody who criticized cops — is looking more and more like the work of lazy, lying thugs. (H/T DT) Data is a worse problem than the privacy invasions used to collect it. The country’s largest grocery chain already gives customers who foolishly make themselves identifiable a “health score” based on their food purchases. Now they aim tomatch…

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Just an inconsequential check-in

I’m working on a post for tomorrow or Saturday that’s heavier on real content. But I also promised (or threatened) that I’d post whatever the week delivered. So here goes that. —– On my first week (allegedly) offline, Robert Burns’ line about how best-laid plans “gang aft agley” was a dominant theme. I thought I would spend the week thinking Deep Thoughts. But. Notice I’m posting this at 5-something a.m. In other words, nope, not from the library. From my cozy flannel-lined bed with a big pot of tea on the warmer beside me. Which is nice. But. I spoke…

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But what if the brain doesn’t want to return?

You know that post-illness brain-death phenomenon, I’m sure. Your body’s recovering from affliction, but whatever intellect or sense of “self in the real world” you previously possessed has abandoned you. You go outside and nature looks oddly unfamiliar. You read (or write) and words on the screen unravel like something from the imagination of a dyslexic five-year-old. You apologize for your conversational failings or try to carry off a dialog, simply hoping no one notices you don’t possess your standard quotient of wit or common sense. Eventually you fake it ’til you make it. Meantime, you hope you don’t trigger…

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Tuesday links

Some new ones and a few more I collected over the last 10 days from my sickbed. I don’t recall the sources of some, so please forgive me for any failures of hat tipping. Add the Border Patrol to the list of federal agencies whose unconstitutional powers of snoopitude far exceed what you might imagine. The great Walter Williams asks who has benefited from black v*ters’ extreme loyalty to the D party? Is sunscreen the new margarine? Yet another “health” aid that may actually be bad for us. 32 prep things you can do while bored. Now that’s one cynical…

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Random weekend links

I’ve been collecting these links from my sick bed all week. Heaven knows how many of them are still relevant or ever were. But in the name of tab clearing and of rewarding your patience, here they are … In all the coverage of Jayme Closs’s escape from her murdering incel captor, why isn’t this aspect of her rescue getting more press? When I first heard about this, I thought it was some Gwyneth Paltrow-level health fantasy. But apparently it’s a real: The wealthy old are now able to buy they blood of the young. Only in select enclaves, of…

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Sorry for boring you to death

I’m sorry for the continued lack of blogging. The illusion that I was getting better on Wednesday was just that — a pleasant, cheery self-delusion right up there with “the government cares about the little people” or “I’m sure to win the next Powerball drawing.” It was back to bed without eating on Thursday, then apathy-on-the-couch yesterday. Today it’s safer to say I’m on the real road to recovery, but I’m wobbly, weak, and have lost several more pounds. So this time I’m damn well not going to get ambitious and jinx the situation. It’s idleness, soup, Michael Connelly books,…

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The good news and the bad news

(I’ll let you decide which is which.) Although I have not yet been officially declared brain dead, I’m sure there’s panel being convened somewhere to discuss the issue. However, it appears that physically I still survive. —– I’ve thought for a long time now that getting old was a pretty cool thing. I’ve enjoyed the anonymity and the not giving a flying eff aspect of it. Not having to answer to anybody. Not being inspected for my sexual value as I walk down the street. Dressing as I please. Not much caring what others think. Hearing that the world is…

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