Sorry, my fan hat is on. On the one hand, the Ravens are still alive. On the other, it may be for just hours since their life depends on the Browns today. Nobody should ever be in a position of needing the Browns to win. Nobody. After the playoffs slip away in a game...
To be fair, I *am* actually busy with tasks. Getting ready for New Year's dinner with Prime and my local family, doing a ton of loudspeaker measurements for a soon-to-be-overdue article, preparing some lectures on photoacoustics for a course the university asked me to...
All the little goy kids are running downstairs to see what that white-bearded Hebe brought them. But it wasn't me, I have an alibi. Anyway, this year the phony pseudo-pagan holiday (Christmas) and the celebration of the Jewish Taliban (Chanukkah) almost aligned; we...
And heat. Let us not forget the heat. And Links.
It’s early. It’s hot. I’m going to find a beer shop with a walk-in cooler and just sit on the floor and relax. While I do that, you read Links.
“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”
SP spent most of the week driving across the country to visit her family, so Wonder Dog and I are leading the bachelor life, other than not chasing girls. What we are doing is making a mess, farting at will, and scratching. Highlight of my work week: in response to an...
Well, half of that is true.
SP, Wonder Dog, and I are re-enacting the stuff of many novels and movies. But that doesn’t slow down the news.
There is no Yin without Yang.
C’mon, admit it, all the shit going on is entertaining. And here’s a few guffaws and chuckles to brighten your weekend.
aka The Public Be Hanged. But hey, Links.
When a weekly Torah reading is particularly weird, that’s just fuel for me.
Sometimes sitting in the stands eating popcorn is a lot more fun than actually being in the circus. So here’s some Links, and I swear, I didn’t cut the bottom out of the popcorn box. This time.
I hereby pledge to do better Links than Brett’s yesterday. Somewhat better, anyway.
SP marked a signal event this week. We celebrated. So the Links could be a bit sketchy. Sorry.
“I was quite depressed two weeks ago when I spent an afternoon at Brentano’s Bookshop in New York and was looking at the kind of books most people read. Once you see that you lose all hope.” – F.A. Hayek
It’s Sunday, and the masks come off. Well, they’ve been slipping, and the news is proof of that.
I’m not sure how I’ll pull that theme together for Links this morning. But come watch me utterly fail.
Who says that Yahweh doesn’t have a sense of humor?
Another surreal day here. But I’ll keep it real in the Links.
How can I possibly feel any hope? And yet… I do. Maybe the Links will perk you up a bit, too.
As the world turns and the fever burns, it’s clear that people never learns. OK, no more poetry, just Links.
We now enter the 7 month period where I keep wondering why the hell we moved here. But the news is more important than my extreme discomfort.
SP is reduced to repeating, “Has everybody gone fucking nuts???” Here’s proof she’s right.