There’s a national election coming up. Are you going to vote because you think there are people who need to be punished? I suggest that if you are, no matter which side you’re on, you’re voting for a bad reason. Vote because you honestly think you’re going to make things better for everyone, or don’t vote at all. That’s my suggestion. Getting back at other people is a disastrous long-term goal.
I have keyboard! I am (semi) articulate again! Huzzah!
Tad-friendly keyboard coming tomorrow. Can’t wait. Been like having my jaws wired shut.
No video, just the very fine song. It’s been on my mind all day.
Life is a well-organized conspiracy against my tranquility.
Keyboard still on fritz, so I’m two-finger typing. Result: less Tad-babble online.
off to bed. my keyboard’s bugging, so time to attempt a graceful surrender.
Facebook Saturday — the grand and the grotesque, the timeless and the trivial, all rolled up and sprinkled with likes. No wonder I hardly ever find time to beat my kids.
RIP Neil Armstrong. Those of us who were lucky enough to be alive will always remember that day. Still perhaps the most amazing thing we hairless apes have accomplished to date.
Even when I try to think of branding myself and trying to be more commercial, it doesn’t really work. My latest DIRTY STREETS slogan: “Read It Now, Before They Screw Up The Movie.”
This is me on the captain’s bridge. We’re diving. See you on the other side of the Pole.
In the meantime, Billy Preston.
Sent by my friend Timothy B. McCormick. Something to think about.
‘The following message was sent to me by dear friend who I have known since high school at Cubberley. She recently lost her husband to a particularly horrific form of cancer. I can’t keep this message to myself. It needs to go viral. Please cut and paste it to your profile, email it to your friends, get it out there. Here’s what she said:
“Have you seen that meme that says [paraphrased] “Stupid cancer… only 3% will repost this… repost if you know someone battling cancer”? I find this really offensive, and I’m not easily offended. The idea that posting this little paragraph is going to help someone with cancer, or honor a caretaker like me makes me really mad. If you want to honor someone: cook a meal for the family; move their trash can to the curb; do yardwork for free; grocery shop; call on the phone; babysit their kids; do a fundraiser, etc. And if the patient dies, help the survivors LIVE… go to the beach, a concert, a restaurant, a coffee house, a party… You honor the dead by living.”
Repost THAT if you know someone battling cancer!’
How cool is this?
At Wat Samphran in Nakhon Pathom Province there is a 17 storey building that has a giant dragon climbing to the roof. The head is at the top where there is a shrine and the tail is on the ground floor. The dragon is hollow and it is possible to walk up some sections of it.
via The Earth We Live In”
Good morning. The coffee has not yet reached my nervous system. If you’re going to do something stupid, do it quickly and I probably won’t notice. For a little while, anyway.
The one, the only.
A social media anxiety: I always worry that I will fail to “like” something and cause offense. I do “like” things when I am either particularly struck or just amused, but I don’t do it in any consistent way, and I fail to like anywhere near as many as I actually like, if you know what I mean. (I’m sure that’s wrong, but I’m easily confused.) Other people seem to be into social media at a more meta- level than me. I just want to say things and imagine thousands of trapped people forced to listen to me.
I’m cleaning my desktops, both the virtual and real. Here’s a picture of Walter, our rescue chihuahua, on the day he came to live with us about a year and a half ago. He was achingly skinny from living on the street. Still isn’t what you’d call chubby, but he never should be and he’s much healthier now. And deliriously happy to be in a family/pack.
Hey, I’m a white male. But it’s not a thing, y’know. Just habit.
Penny: Can you quit at any time?
Tad: I could totally give it up. If I wanted to. In fact, I’m kinda tapering off.
I need richer friends so I can be cool. I’ll bet all you dummies actually pay taxes. Losers!
Mavis Staples and Jeff Tweedy. This is me, waving goodnight. Long day, lots done. The small case dude abides.
Just because it’s Tuesday, more or less, doesn’t mean you can’t get the hell up and dance.
I doubt you’ll see many things cooler today than this example of nine-year-old fabulosity.