(I thought I should write about RBG. But I’ve already done that on Facebook. And others are more eloquent. I thought I should write about the ACLU; but I’ve already done that and donated. So instead, I’m just going to write about something more personal and less fraught with global importance. The fight can waitContinue reading “Lessons From The Road: Adventures of Newbie Travel Traileristas, Part II”
What happened when we hit the road with a new travel trailer? Less death and destruction than you would think.
So you’re stuck at home with a nasty case of pandemic and budding bungling fascism. You can’t travel, which makes it hard to accomplish your lifelong dream: startling reindeer and puffins with a random primal scream. Iceland has you covered. This might be one of the more brilliant tourism promotional campaigns I’ve ever seen. TheContinue reading “A Song Of Iceland: Fire Up The Jet”
When trying a new recipe such as Maque Choux, the first step is obvious: figure out how to pronounce it. If you’re going to try a new dish and then write about the experience like a competent cook and not an Inspector Clouseau of the kitchen, you could at least be bothered to get theContinue reading “I Wanna Be A Maque Choux Man”
Small things matter. Like details. Or baby tomatoes. You never truly know what will happen when you take a chance. You might change the world with a blog that will come to be known as “Yoda For Our Modern Age”. Or at the very least, you might be able to grow your own salad. AtContinue reading “Tomato Dreams”
Believe it or not, our chickens are still alive. Hobbes, Wonderwing, and Kylo Hen are now pullets – in other words, hormonal tweens – and have so far avoided raccoon attacks, dying of thirst, spontaneously combusting, or any of the other fates that kept me up at night ever since we set up their cardboardContinue reading “Count Your Chickens Before They Lay … Because It Takes A While”
Responses to what I’ve seen on Social Media, in no particular order, and with no particular judgement beyond that which is blatantly embedded in my word choices. Black lives matter. Any good cop who turns bad after all this was never a good cop in the first place. To the cops in Buffalo: maybe itContinue reading “When The Lights Go Down”
Do sports matter? Of course not. And absolutely. High-level sports have kicked off again with the return to action of Germany’s Bundesliga. They’re playing in empty stadiums, and five substitutions are allowed per match, instead of the usual three (although only three chances to sub per regulation, and an extra chance during extra time). SubstitutesContinue reading “If You Kick A Soccer Ball In The Forest …”
Things I wish I could have said during years working member service for a credit union.
A few months ago, I received a Jury Duty notice which would have required me to serve in February. We were entering the heartland of a big project at work (think Paso Robles on a drive between San Francisco and LA), so I deferred it as long as I could … which turned out toContinue reading “Lockdown Be Damned; It’s My Civic Duty”