- Sunnyvale, California, United States
- February 05
- I was born the same year Kennedy was assassinated. My parents got divorced during the Summer of Love ('67) I'm not a journalist, I'm just a dedicated Democratic Library Assistant with a lot of bottled-up rants. But I'll try to be amusing when possible.
My Late Friend Kim would agree with this:
"Nobody should die because they can't afford Health Insurance. Nobody should go broke because they get sick." Teddy, Greg and Roger, I'm SO with you on this one. And also with everyone else displaying this.
"I wrestle like Jane Austen and write like Jesse 'The Body' Ventura."
Justice must be done for Trayvon Martin.
MY RECENT POSTS
- The Wonderful Weirdness of
Christmas in Maui
January 02, 2014 06:03PM
- Weekend Fiction Prompt: Why
Am I Even Here?
December 21, 2013 12:59AM
- My Latest Housing Project
December 09, 2013 08:44PM
- The Ted Cruz Dr. Seuss Reader*
October 24, 2013 04:42PM
- Life Here at Picasso Terrace
October 10, 2013 03:01AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “It'll be over soon,
Alysa. Then you get to enjoy
deprivation, but you'll
March 11, 2014 01:32AM
- “Poor Moggy! But she has
acquired new humans who are a
improvement on the
February 15, 2014 11:53PM
- “I wonder why Mr.
Huckabee made virtually the
January 27, 2014 07:04PM
- “"I said, Excuse me,
you're in my light."”
January 24, 2014 04:51PM
- “My best friend in grade
school used to tell stories
their family cat when
January 21, 2014 01:16AM
- MY LINKS
(Count Crankula vs. The Swedish Chef)
I’m sure you’ll all forgive me for the lateness of my Thanksgiving posting, as Thanksgiving Day its… Read full post »
In the summer of 1904, eleven year-old Simon Ballantyne launched himself from a high tree-branch, and flapped his arms valiantly while he hurtled to the ground. Not even his broken ankle could dim his exhila/… Read full post »
I used to adore swimming. I was always the last kid out of the pool, and that almost always involved some exasperated adult snapping an order to get out now after prolonged coaxing didn’t work. After particularly long swims,… Read full post »
Coughing, his temperature near 104, shaking with unstoppable chills, the clown staggered into the bar. Tripping a bit over the toes of his oversized wingtips and weaving on his feet from exhaustion, he made his way over to a/… Read full post »
In response to Whoreville Redencocker’s Open Call, here is my A-List of dinner guests. I’m tempted to just copy his list, since there’s a lot of overlap in whom I’d consider good dinner table company also, but that’s hardly original of me. So I/… Read full post »
I detest the terms “chick flick” and “chick lit,” as I feel they denigrate both the work and its intended audience. The implied message of “It’s only chick lit” or “it’s surp/… Read full post »
“I have the other perp ready to talk to you, Sergeant.”
&nb… Read full post »
The key is never to sneak up on anybody, and never sound desperate. What I’m looking for are people arriving at work getting out of cars with grimy windows that I can offer to clean. Weekends, I head for places like Pier 39, Fisherman's Wharf-anywhere I can find lots of people.… Read full post »
Being around people who work so hard to be nice that they smother me make me far more uncomfortable than outright hostility. For one thing, I don't feel guilty at pushing back against hostility. Although it happened &nb… Read full post »
“They live how long?” Just then, I hated how much my squawk of dismay made me sound like Mac… Read full post »
Amboise and The Loire Valley, July 16, 17, & 18.
“We do need to get on the road by ten, but let’s just go down to the marche for a little while,” Mom proposed over our early break/… Read full post »
Sarlat-le-Caneda July 13,14, & 15, 2011
Around noon on rainy July 13, all three of us hugged Anne good-bye and thanked her profusely before we climbed into the luggage-laden Chevalier Noir. We dr/… Read full post »
Sunday and Monday, July 10 and 11
Since Roman times, Toulouse has always been a city of wealth, influence and significance, reinventing itself and its industries repeatedly. The Romans called it Tolosa; the Spanish and Portuguese still do. The French gave it the sobri/… Read full post »
Okay, listen up, people. I have to call you people I guess, although I’d prefer to call you the Festering Canker Sores of America. Before this whole Debt Ceiling debacle, my opinion of you was already low. Subterranean, in fact. Like your hero George W. Bush, you possess the uncanny/… Read full post »
“At the next roundabout, take the first exit then in two hundred meters, take the first right turn on the Roe Dan Crab,/…
1. Free Champagne served on Air France.
2. Arriving at my destination at the end of the long plane trip.
3. Eating fresh croissants with café au lait at a sunny breakfast table. (Okay, eating fresh croissants, period but they're best… Read full post »
While a good, Dust-uppy flounce can be dramatic, in my case as an eternal OS backpager, I've always felt I'd be like the tree falling in the forest; would anybody even notice if I flounced out slamming the OS door behind me? So this is not a flounce, folks. =o)… Read full post »
Few experiences can condition one so well for a long trans-Atlantic flight as attending Richard Wagner’s Ring of the Nibelung at San Francisco Opera.
I know you’re wondering how these two experi… Read full post »
“Hello? You must be friends of Senajit’s, aren’t you?”
The young woman addressing us made Neil’s eyes open wide. I couldn’t blame him. She had de… Read full post »
What would happen if Dr. Seuss, Gary Larson of The Far Side and Barbara Cartland all collaborated on a romance novel taking place in another solar system? Yeah, I'm stumped too, but it might just possibly read like this:
I: Alien Love… Read full post »
*But it's way too late, now because they've already been written.
One of my favorite writers is Rumer Godden, an Englishwoman raised in India who wrote pretty steadily through the entire 20th century. For the sake of brevity, I'll concentrate on two of my favorites of her books.
Both thes… Read full post »
After the 4:55 southbound commuter train woke him from a restless doze, Alex Marshall sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He leaned down to rummage in his back pack for the stack of student papers he should have read… Read full post »
As he watched his father’s coffin being lowered into the straight-sided rectangular shaft that was his grave, Henri Rocher thought his father would have appreciated the grave digger’s skill. All his life, Henri Roch/… Read full post »
Some of you I notice, change your avatars rapidly, some of you find one you like and stick with it. I sort of hit the middle ground. Still after two and a half years of blogging, I've collected a few amusing ones, mostly concerning my cats, beloved companions that… Read full post »