I figure with all the doom and gloom, maybe I should bring you a story that elevates your opinion of humans a little bit.
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I figure with all the doom and gloom, maybe I should bring you a story that elevates your opinion of humans a little bit.
Normally, I do not get involved in conspiracist thinking. I guess I have a pretty basic world view: it’s round, there were dinosaurs, evolution is real, aliens are not anal probing trailer park drunks, Oswald shot Kennedy, etc.
This hasn’t gotten a lot of press because, frankly, it shouldn’t matter. But, every political issue – big or small – is contentious.
Humans really have to stop putting people into authority based on their wanting the position – there ought to be minimum qualifications specified for a politician. For example, a smattering of economics, medicine, philosophy, and a history of successful public service, not simply “how much money did they raise for our caucus?”
By now you’ve heard that Shinzo Abe was murdered yesterday; he was shot in the back and died more or less instantly.
[Warning: Long. Also “me, me me me”]
I was in the kitchen, stitching up the leather cover for Hannah’s Puuko knife, and I was just having trouble doing it. The belt loop I designed included some cross-stitched loops that butted together, and I kept getting things tangled. I felt hot, frustrated, and a bit dizzy.
The DMCA (Digital Millennium Copyright Act) is an odd piece of legislation; it was another centrist bit of legislation signed into law by Bill Clinton. I’m not going to say it’s bullshit because it was produced under Clinton. It’s bullshit because it’s American.
I made a passing comment about John Dillinger, the other day, and it reminded me that I really don’t know anything about that, except for what is in Public Enemies and other movies.
I planted a few bamboo by the forging shed, last fall. There were a few days of -4F weather in the winter and the bamboo (supposedly fairly cold hardy) died.
When I was in college I was puttering along I-95 on my little motorcycle; it was a lovely spring day.