Well. That didn’t take long. Vanity Fair decrees that anybody who doesn’t believe the fedgov’s every word on the death of Osama Bin Laden is a member of the tinfoil hat brigade. I don’t know what really happened. You don’t know what really happened. But we’re apparently nuts simply because … get ready for it … we suspect the federal government doesn’t always tell the exact, absolute truth about everything! Remember yesterday’s moronic economic analysis from the Washington Post? I think there’s a conspiracy between that guy and this NY Times opinionator. Two people just can’t be that stupid in…
Category: Mind and Spirit
Spirituality, moods, feelings, and thinking free to live free.
A couple of good (if belated) think-pieces following the iSpy (and everybody else’s phone spies, too) flap: “We are all being tracked now. What should we do about that?” And “Who owns your location?” Bradley Manning is no longer in solitary. Sheesh. If this is what passes for “intelligent” economic commentary in the WashPost, no wonder the MSM is going down the tubes. This dude can’t even effectively knock down his own straw man. If you don’t frown, you don’t feel sad. Dunno if I believe that, but Botox studies point that way. From the same compilation of psychological insights…
Well, no. You don’t gotta be contrary. You could declare your undying intent to be absolutely normal and conformist, adhering to whatever the dictates of popular opinion, government schools, or Parade Sunday supplement … er, dictate. But around here, even that would be a form of being contrary. So maybe ya gotta be contrary, after all. And in a second, I’ll get to some wherefores. But here’s what sparked my thinking about this. This comment by Roxy came up in Oliver Del Signore’s blog about Obama’s new birth certificate: I am sorry to see Backwoods Home getting into political commentary.…
Ohdamn. Did everybody in the world know about this except me? Chris D. casually mentions that The Rapture is scheduled for May 21. Yes, this May 21. And here I am, not ready once again. I missed the ones in 1844, 1914,1918, 1925, and 1942. But for those, I had the excuse of not being born. I also completely blew past the Raptures of 1975, 1981, 1988, 1989, 1992 (both of them), 1993, 1994 (both of them), and 1995. I had far less excuse for missing all those, especially since they were coming at a pretty regular clip, there toward…
One of the first things Jimmy Hoffa said to Frank Sheeran was, “I heard you paint houses.” Sheeran replied, “I do my own carpentry, too.” The exchange had nothing to do with paintbrushes or wood. According to a book-length confession from Sheeran at the end of his life, “painting houses” is mob-speak for murder (“painting” walls with victims’ blood) and “carpentry” is disposing of bodies (building coffins — although I presume that hit squads usually dispense with that nicety). Hoffa apparently needed an occasional painting job, which, over the following years, Sheeran may have provided. Sheeran became a Hoffa loyalist…
Wow. Have you seen that video of the kid finally striking back against a tormentor? here and here are a couple of follow-ups. Apparently there was no injury, though you’d swear the little bully would have gotten a broken leg out of it. Sucks that the victim got the same punishment as his tormentor. Washington wrecks your washing machine. SecurID. You may have one. Careful. Turns out not to be so secure. Via The Agitator: Resilent Japan. But as the author, Jesse Walker, is quick to say, it’s not just the Japanese who respond well in the midst of catastrophe.…
That gadget you see below is a Soil Cube Tool. It was (very nicely) made by the good folks at Deeply Rooted Organics and (very nicely) sent to me as … well, I think of it as a personal challenge. Because this isn’t really a post about gardening. The tool is for forming — guess what? — cubes of soil in which to start seeds. A recipe for the soil mix and complete instructions come with the gadget. Upon receiving it, I went to the local farmers’ market, bought four packets from the Seed Lady (three types of salad greens,…
In the (awesome) comments that followed “What ifs and might-have-beens” a question came up: Do troubled individuals gravitate toward strong partners, or do those partners become strong in the fire of hard relationships? Well, a bit of both, I’m sure. But the question got me thinking about strength and what it means — way beyond the boundaries of relationships. I think strength is something like courage: you don’t know you have it until it’s called upon. And when you’re exercising it, you don’t necessarily feel like a tower of strength. On the contrary, you may feel terrified, filled with self-doubt,…
Gads. Joel. If there’s such a thing as reincarnation (and I hope not), I’ll return in the next life as Joel’s brain if I’m really good. I have nothing to say today. I’m overwhelmed by work, by life, by soul-baring blogitude and even more touchingly soul-baring comments. Just go read Joel. He’s freaking brilliant and funny as all get out. Me, I’m declaring a Mental Health Day. Off to play hooky. Driving to the Wonderous Place of Cheap Doors and Windows (and plumbing fixtures and floorings). Tempting myself with the Wonders of Wal-Mart. Reviving my spirits at the Discount Vitamin…