I do think about things, really, I do. It would seem, however, that I’m not writing about them much anymore. Susan has reoccupied 2020 HIndsight and Dave didn’t see his shadow on Groundhog Day. We welcome their return to whatever this space is being referred to these days.
Me? I shall try to do better.
Meanwhile, Rafe has been on a roll of late, most especially with The Republican fundamentalists and [t]he political version of the bike shed discussion. I encourage you to go have a look. Rafe is succinct and spot on.
This comes via Garret:
Neil Young Wins First-Ever Grammy Award [NY Times]
Well, that only took, what, 50 years? After a career spanning nearly a half-century as a solo artist and a member of groups like Buffalo Springfield and Crosby Stills Nash and Young, Neil Young won his first Grammy Award in a pre-telecast ceremony in Los Angeles on Sunday afternoon. The award, for best art direction on a boxed or special limited edition package, was shared among Mr. Young and his art directors Gary Burden and Jenice Heo for the boxed set “Neil Young Archives Vol. 1 (1963-1972).” Upon his win, Mr. Young (who did not receive his first Grammy nomination until 1989, for the video for “This Note’s For You”) told the crowd: “Thanks a lot, everybody.” Mr. Young was also nominated for a Grammy in the best solo rock vocal category, but lost to Bruce Springsteen.
‘Best art direction…’? Really? Where is the companion lifetime achievement Grammy?
Thirty-seven years ago today, the Roe v. Wade decision legalized the right of American women to abortion.
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I had a good talk with a friend from the home front, from a long time ago and a long time away via the cell phone thingie. Thanks Joe!!
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I think I need to start posting again.
Ya think?
January 4, 2010 and here we are… I’m still fat, 54, and confused. I don’t have health care or a pension, I’m still jousting with the Texas Probate Courts, and I haven’t drawn an ‘honest paycheck’ since April of 2009.
WTF?!?
The ’still fat’ is my fault, being 54 is non–negotiable, and confused is, well, my fault too. As an Anthropologist (hey, I even have credentials) and a Buddhist ( have some cred there too) the one thing I should count one is the reliable constancy of *CHANGE*. Shite. Flat–footed yet again. I feel like a Sauropod looking at the bright light in the sky 65 million years ago. Ooh, pretty lights. Oh, I’m dead.
I used to surf on this wave, GD–it.
Time to recalibrate…