This place don’t make sense to me no more

Let’s overturn these tables
Disconnect these cables
This place don’t make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we’re waiting for, señor?

Bob Dylan, Señor


The Occupation of the White House continues, despite the constant suggestions that the whole criminal enterprise is about to run aground on the rocks of madness or the rule of law or that we will finally just all wake up and realize the whole thing was just a bad dream.

Often I intend to write about it, only to decide I have nothing new to offer and other writers have responded more brilliantly than I can. The morning’s outrage is eclipsed by the afternoon’s before I can construct the sentences I need.

Tomorrow I have a Noam Chompsky quote to post.  Today I’m going to write about a couple of things made me happy this morning and this week.  The first is that there was a tide so low, I got to walk on parts of the beach where I’ve never walked before.  There were starfish, egrets, and an underwater cave, suddenly high and dry that Lily and I could explore all the way to the back of.  It was like being in a children’s book, finding a new world in the back of the wardrobe.

Secondly, friend of the blog, Andrew Sean Greer, won the Pulitzer prize for his fabulous novel LESS.  If you haven’t read this book, apparently I am not the only person who thinks you should. Joy awaits you there.


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