no peanuts in church…

"You might as well face the music. You've tried everything else…" -Sun Ra.


mjl

  • one month later…

    …to the day, I just realized. Obama and the Quants won. Now we’re four-weeks deep into the ambiguous aftermath, headed towards what has been billed as the ‘fiscal cliff’, a time bomb strapped to economy by the lame-duck Congress of 2010.  No one can agree what that means, exactly. All seem to agree that it… Continue reading

  • the night before…

    Almost everybody is exhausted, and just wants it the hell over with. Even a lot of people who wouldn’t normally care about such things. The Quants like Nate Silver and the rest say that Obama’s a statistical lock. The Reality-Creators have already coronated their next Reagan, and are eager for the 1980s to return. Most… Continue reading

  • after the storm

    The wind had died down by morning. There were leaves and large branches strewn everywhere, as you’d expect. Also more than a few asphalt roof shingles scattered all over the street and sidewalk. I did my best to look around and color-match them to the roofs around me, and more than I liked looked like… Continue reading

  • sandy

    So there’s a hurricane post-tropical cyclone going on outside. First high tide was about noon, the harbor looked like this. Too soon to say, but it’s looking like this area’s main issue will be the wind. Basically an October Nor’easter, like 1991. Or a February storm without the snow. I was worried about storm surges… Continue reading

  • the third debate

    Watching the pre-game chatter on CNN. It’s the sound of Middle America, gazing up its own ass, remarking upon what it finds there in wonder and amazement. I described at the old place about how, all at once, everyone just Decided to Pretend. This is what it felt like. Continue reading