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you know in your gut

The former president used the word “hotness” to refer to a woman, and you didn’t have to throw up a little in your mouth. What a difference.

Painting of Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama by Amy Sherald, oil on linen, 2018, lifted from Washington Post site today.

sports report

I — no fan of pro football — tried to explain that touchdown to William, who doesn’t watch football at all either. But I think I nailed it, because they showed it on TV after that and it looked like what I said!  I said:
…the game was basically over by the time this happened. Despite some drama early in the day, the white-jersey team had just made the kick-through-the-goalposts, which gives three points instantly. There was essentially no time left on the clock, so people would probably be putting on their coats and leaving. (Except it was Minnesota, I think, so they probably had their coats on the whole time.)
Then the purple-jersey team kept playing anyway! One guy, way back in the field, threw the ball right to a teammate, surrounded by NO ONE! He caught it, turned to run through a field that looked like NEBRASKA — uninhabited. (Kristi Ormsbee can attest to this, as we discussed it for hours while driving through Nebraska in August.)
He ran swiftly, and I think the official clock must have run out while he was en route, but since NO ONE was around, he just stuck his landing with no drama in the end zone.

let there be dark


Tomorrow the tilt of the earth and its long-standing relationship with the sun will result in the onset of winter. Humans have known this for a long time, because the darkness of night reaches its longest duration.

Where I live, the moment the sun shines right over the Tropic of Capricorn will be in the daytime, just before lunch, but I’ll mark it with a bright fire and warm drink when darkness comes, well before supper.

And I’ll look up, as I don’t do often enough, to notice the night above and all around, that has diminished in our age, giving way to the brightness of the many shiny and glowing objects, symbols of our prosperity and consumption.

Use this day as a chance to turn out some unnatural lights and let the darkness in.



I didn’t quit the Paris accord


Standard transportation, especially for points west and south in the District. This is the designated parking space.

How about Rapunzel?

My niece is pregnant, waiting for the new little person to shape and mold. But he or she (perhaps she knows which, I do not — not that it matters so much any more…), will need a distinctive name, and pronto.

I love words in general, and names specifically, so I can’t stop thinking about this.  I started to notice that a lot of names I might like to give to a baby are already on cars.

Ranger (my favorite)
Insight (a little abstract)

Jolie, don’t worry; I have more.

to my friend’s friend on Facebook, who thinks Donald Trump is morally superior to Hillary Clinton

I don’t know you, and it’s probably not worth engaging, but I would say you clearly need more information.

I recommend today’s Washington Post editorial, but it’s very long with words of more than two syllables, and would take a lot of concentration.  It’s boldly called, “Donald Trump is a Unique Threat to American Democracy.” But the currently available piece on the New Yorker Radio Hour by the fellow who ghost-wrote The Art of the Deal is also available, and you can just listen. (When you hear the two different voices, that is the female interviewer and the male writer, so don’t be confused about that.)

While you’re thinking about this, when you aim to disqualify Hillary Clinton because she is allegedly married to an adulterer, does the known adultery of candidate Trump trouble you? If not, how do you hold both of those ideas in your head at one time?

one in twenty

I know almost nothing about soccer, but while in Reykjavik last week I attended my first soccer game, Iceland against England in Euro 2016. I showed up at the hillside gathering at the civic big-screen TV because the game — it’s more than a mere game, I suppose — was the talk of the town. I’m told by my friend the sports journalist* that five percent of the country of Iceland was on this hill in Reykjavik to watch Iceland defeat England in the doubly historic event, first for Iceland’s playing at all, and second for the ass-kickery that the English team suffered.

One of the very few things I do know about soccer is that fans are rowdy, even more than hockey fans, so I assumed that pandemonium would break out even before the game was over (they last 90 minutes I had learned), when it seemed the final score of 2 to 1 would hold (and soccer fans need not gear up to cheer foro double-digit scores). But in fact, the crowd politely waited for the clock to run out, cheered loudly in place, managed some gentle hugs, then walked home quietly. I had to wonder, “What would England have done?”

*I don’t really have any such friends, but on the bus to Keflavik airport the next day, I had a burning question about the match and asked the guy across the aisle from me. He happened to be an English sports journalist, one Andrew Butler of the Sun, in country to cover Iceland-England, ever so nice but still in a little shock. He had thought he’d have an easy night, posting a couple of sweet paragraphs about how Iceland had nobly lost to dominant empire England as ordained, drinking a few beers, and retiring after a ho-hum assignment. Instead, he had filed a several stories of the “war delared” nature, about the unimaginable loss and the fallout.

Lucy Batton faces forward (with medical team)


Looking back, here she is in 1962. Looking forward, send heavy-duty, factory-guaranteed, extra-strength wishes for a healthy medical outcome next week and thereafter for Lucy Batton.

The surgery is more serious than a simple plaid defrocking.

Photo source unknown; Fargo, No. Dak.

Deep Thoughts

I can’t stop loving this ingenious blogger.


Fun with the wee ones

This parent has it right.

OK. Now I might want to have a baby.  I didn’t know you could use them as amusements.*

* Well, yes, I did.