Friday, July 2, 2021

Not without a star


Sunday is Independence Day in the United States. It marks the publication of the Declaration of Independence by our Founding Fathers in 1776. It’s always been a holiday for light and noise in the form of fireworks, of community gatherings, of bands (marching or seated), of maybe some local pols’ pontifications.

And now that Cadet Bonespurs has been resoundingly voted out of office, maybe we can get back to those celebrations.


So for today’s earworm I’m giving you Neil Diamond’s “America”, which is about the diverse strengths brought to this nation by immigrants from all over. It’s something we all need to remember.

 

 

Thursday, July 1, 2021

Ding, dong

So Donald Rumsfeld has permanently dodged the International Court of Justice at The Hague. Damn. I hope when he meets Osiris he gets dropkicked to the Devourer because whatever withered husk that passed for a heart (he had no soul) in his privileged white corpse will for sure be found to outweigh a feather.

Well, the ICJ is still cleaning up Serbian war criminals from the 90s, so here’s hoping that George W. Bush and Dick Cheney can yet be brought to book.

 

 

Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Street art

Chalk artists have been out and about; here are a couple of the latest.

This one is pretty straightforward.

This one was a whole village.

 










Tuesday, June 29, 2021

All the news

Here’s a prize example of delighting the customer. Not.

I’ve had a Sunday-only home delivery subscription to the Washington Post for more than four years. That subscription comes with full digital access to WaPo (including archives).

I finally decided I don’t want the physical paper because I get all my news online and I see no reason to just send it straight to the shredder and then to the composter. So I called WaPo’s subscription line (you can sign up online, but to unsubscribe, you have to call), which—from the accents—is somewhere in the Philippines. When I explained what I wanted, the guy (I forget his nom-de-contact-center, but the woman I first got was Shirley) told me that my options are: basic digital (“complete” access, except no archives; so, not complete), at $100 per year; premium digital (“complete” access plus archives), at $150 per year.

However, because I’ve been such a great customer, he could give me a promotional rate of premium access for $101.60 per year; that rate stays the same forever. But I have to keep Sunday delivery.

I’m not going to make you go through the entire surreal conversation; I’ll just say that I’m getting the promo rate, and I have to remember to call in once a quarter to put the Sunday delivery on a “temporary” three-month vacation stop.

Gawd.

 

 

Monday, June 28, 2021

Gratitude Monday: respite

As we move into a week of solid 90-degree temps with about 115% humidity here in the District They Call Columbia, I am deeply grateful that I have air conditioning. Just about a year ago to the day, I spent a weekend without it, and it was pretty ghastly.

(Yes, I recognize that in today’s universe, this is not only a First World problem, but it’s a privilege problem, given that Detroit’s freeways are under several feet of water, the West Coast is prepping for another hellscape of fires and the rescue mission at the Champlain in Miami Beach is turning to recovery.)

Because, in my corner of the world, I greatly appreciate air conditioning in the summer. And central heat in the winter. And that’s my gratitude for today.