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The Professor Got Some Groceries, Some Peanut Butter, Should Last A Couple Of Days
31 May 2020
So. COVID, COVID, COVID. LiveJournal in a time of plague. Frankly, I haven’t been writing anything because first I’d have to explain to the future about this entire pandemic.
However, we’re still talking about the 1918 pandemic, so I’m going to assume memory.
Per my title, I’ve been singing Life During Wartime under my breath since ( Read more... ) -
Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.
I did in fact woke from troubled dreams this morning. All that I remember is the dream I was having as I woke. I was talking to my father, who died when I was 30. You've been gone thirty-five years, I was explaining. We're ( Read more... ) -
The Professor Is Not Ready To Use the Term "Hoarder" In Any Way
I just counted, and I have currently 151 shirts ( Read more... ) -
She Died On The Interstate, Instantly, Seventy Miles An Hour
17 February 2020
Blab naggit. I have been foiled by Apple, once again.
So, I had iTunes on the old desktop, which is sufficiently senior that there’s no way to connect it wirelessly. We got a new laptop (OK, three years ago. Your laptop is a month old? Well, that's great, If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight) I wanted to transfer my ( Read more... ) -
The Professor Is Appalled
I was just reading the "Ideas"section of Sunday's Boston Globe, and read an article reporting that the National Archive has been carefully editing pictures of marches and demonstrations to remove signs critical of the Orange President. That was literally Winston Smith's job at the Ministry of Truth. We have advanced from Orwellian into full-on -
Six Long Months I Spent In Quincy; Six Long Months Doing Nothing At All.
22 January 2020 ( Read more... ) -
The Professor Considers Leaving The Vehicle Assembly Building
12 December 2019 ( Read more... ) -
The Professor Passes Another Milestone, Or, Quite Possibly, A Millstone
8 December 2019
Yesterday, 7 December, was my birthday. I turned 65. I am now, demographically, elderly.
Pooh.
We spent the day quietly -- slept a little late, went for a drive down to Nantasket, it being such a nice day. Had an early dinner at Fox & Hounds, then went home to listen to NPR. (Ask Me Another, the second half of Prairie Home ( Read more... ) -
Yo Ho Ho!
Product recommendation, I guess.
When I was a tad, I used to wonder what rum tasted like. (This was under the influence of Treasure Island and Horatio Hornblower and similar tales.) When I achieved my majority (actually, when I was 28 and took my first drink), I was sort of disappointed. Even when I made grog, just in case. It did not seem to ( Read more... ) -
To Lay Me Down, One Last Time, To Lay Me Down
Robert Hunter is dead.
Robert Hunter was the -- or a -- lyricist for the Grateful Dead. He died a couple of days ago. I never much cared for the Dead, so until I read his obituary I didn't know how important his work has been to me over the years. I know that the music is also important, but he wrote Ripple and To Lay Me Down and Uncle John's ( Read more... )