You know what’s tragic? Sandwich help from Gwyneth Paltrow. Sorry, but I refuse to eat fake bacon. Or fake mayonnaise. And I say this as someone who, yesterday, went to the store for late-night Chips Ahoy.
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June Gloom
Normally I like the strange, cool, grey weather we get in June. I love it if it lasts into July. Why? Because then it isn’t scorchingly hot.
But this year I’ve been longing for heat the way I did in the middle of a New Jersey winter, and the June Gloom seems gloomier than usual.
Plus I have a headache, which is at least partially due to sinus pressure. I blame the gloom.
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School’s Out
Not really. But work is letting us out early this afternoon, so I’ll be able to get a jump on the holiday weekend. Plus, there’s pizza!
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Legislate, Already
The L.A. Times has an editorial about yesterday’s special election in California. In it, Michael Finnegan says:
Nearly a century after the Progressive-era birth of the state’s ballot-measure system, it is clear that voters’ fickle commands, one proposition at a time, are a top contributor to paralysis in Sacramento. And that, in turn, has helped cripple the capacity of the governor and Legislature to provide effective leadership to a state of more than 38 million people.
And to some degree, he may be correct. But he misses several other points.
1) If, as he says elsewhere, voters “declined to unlock funds that they had voted in better financial times to set aside for special purposes,” then maybe it’s because advocates did a poor job of delineating the history of these funds.
2) Maybe we’re sick to death of voting. On everything. And maybe we’re sick of voting to give funds to the same causes we’ve been supporting through bond sales. Decades of bond sales. If those didn’t solve any of these problems, why will more money help?
3) Maybe we want the legislature to make decisions–to actually legislate. Isn’t that why they’re there?
Turnout was low. I’m not sure how “voters are part of the problem” is going to improve that.
But once again, it’s a case of reporters and analysts failing to look at more than one angle, or even ask hard questions about what they see from that angle. No wonder newspapers are dying. Too many of them are bastions of incompetence.
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Hungarian Feast
Some friends had us over for dinner on Sunday, and treated us to a homemade Hungarian meal. We had some cured meat; vegetables, bread, and paprika paste (the last was salty and delicious); two kinds of sausage, and chicken paprikash. This may have inspired some comedic dialogue in When Harry Met Sally, but in real life it is just plain good.
The best part–and, I’m told, the real point of Hungarian meals–was the company. It’s always a treat to share a meal with friends, and this proved the point. But when you get to combine that with good food, you have an evening that’s hard to top.
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I Have Seen All Internet
That was the first line in a spam comment I just deleted. And I think I spend too much time online!
However, it did make me think of this.
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Virtual Zoos
Whaddaya think? Yea or nay?
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Merry Christmas!
Have a good one.
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Thinking About Doing Good
I did not give my sweater to a homeless guy on my way home. But I feel kind of bad that I didn’t.
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The Eagle Has Landed
Not quite, but not that far off, either.
Mr. Sandwich and I were getting ready to go bike shopping, when all of a sudden we heard (and felt, faintly) two sharp thuds. It sounded like something had bounced off of the roof.
No, it wasn’t an earthquake (those are quite different). It was the Space Shuttle Endeavour landing at Edwards AFB, some 50 miles away.
You certainly don’t get sonic booms on the Westside.