I’m in NYC …
… for the first time in five years. The last time I was here was for a niece’s wedding that took place a few months before COVID. And now I’m here for a different niece’s wedding. Last time I came … Continue reading →
Category Archives: Me, myself, and I
Those emails with Trump-ets
Bob Graboyes writes about what he calls “Trump-et blasts” – that is, gratuitous anti-Trump statements in emails on a wide variety of unrelated subjects: My friend’s note was merely one car in an endless freight train of similar emails rolling … Continue reading →
404 Not Found should not be found here anymore
A number of people have mentioned that they’re been getting 404 messages lately when trying to follow internal links here to older posts on the blog or older comments. I think – I hope! – that won’t be happening anymore. … Continue reading →
I’m a big fan of Daylight Savings Time …
… and if you’re not, I’d wager it’s because you’re a morning person – whereas I’m a nightowl, and have been since early childhood. Circadian rhythms and all that. Or, perhaps you have a job that dictates that you get … Continue reading →
The American political divide
Today I came across a reference to this 2009 speech by Charles Krauthammer, where he said this: I said some years ago that the genius of Rupert Murdoch and Roger Ailes was to have discovered a niche market in American … Continue reading →
Working on Gerard’s poetry book leads me to thinking about Emily Dickinson’s editors
Let’s step away from politics for a moment. Lately I’ve been working hard on Gerard’s poetry book. I’ve discovered that editing poetry is different than editing essays – in some ways easier and in some ways more difficult. And of … Continue reading →
First world problems
There’s been so much big news every day since Trump’s inauguration that it’s hard to keep up. Today, though, I was further hampered by a new computer problem – this time a bum modem. I’ll skip the details, but let’s … Continue reading →
I feel like venting my spleen
As soon as I typed that title, I started thinking that you don’t often hear people talk about venting their spleens anymore. In fact, I began to wonder, did I ever hear it? Or did I merely read it in … Continue reading →
Presidents’ Day poetry
[NOTE: Today is Presidents’ Day, and this is a repeat of a previous post.] I’m not that old, but pedagogical practices in my youth seem absolutely archaic compared to whatever passes for education these days. For starters, we had Washington’s … Continue reading →
Hurry up and wait
Curmudgeon here, checking in. My hamstring pull is slowly improving, but because it was almost healed about ten days ago when I re-injured it, I decided to ask for some physical therapy to see if it could be helped along … Continue reading →
Today is the second anniversary of Gerard Vanderleun’s death
[NOTE: This is a repost of an essay I wrote a few days after Gerard died. Also, he left instructions to close his blog two years after his death. I plan to do that in a few weeks. Meanwhile, I’m … Continue reading →
Northern New England had an earthquake today
A real one, not a metaphoric one. Fortunately, as with most New England earthquakes, it was small: in this case, 3.8. I didn’t feel it, although I should have, as it was felt from Portland, Maine to Boston: The quake … Continue reading →