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VERY BAD NEWS The ding-dongs are at it again, banning books they don’t like and may never have read.  Stephen King brings it home with a great review of Celeste Ng’s new dystopian novel, “ Our Missing Hearts,” in which, … Continue reading →

It’s been a week of provocations, but then most weeks are. Donald Rumsfeld died, which is not an entirely unexpected or unpleasant thing. But reading his obituary reminded me of something he did that was both memorable and silly, instead … Continue reading →

SEATTLE HAD SNOW, 6 inches of snow.  That was Saturday and Sunday.  Charlie and I frolicked in the snow.  See picture below. Today is Tuesday.  SEATTLE HAS SLUSH and, maybe 50 degrees.  Pray for a drying wind. But snow is … Continue reading →

It’s a dark, very dark day…  Charlie says the apocalypse is upon us; the viral and wildfire smokey particulates are winning.  Disaster Trump  lurks.  And wonderful RBG dies.  I call it the big unpleasantness, because I am his mother.       … Continue reading →

FREE THE PIER! The pier was new, beautiful, walk-able, inviting, fenced and locked. It was scheduled to open in FIVE YEARS, when the whole tunneling project would be done. FIVE YEARS? Five years is a very long time.  I’m 80 … Continue reading →

People who read know more than people who don’t, they are more interesting because they think outside themselves, and they are more useful because they are more likely to be ready for whatever is next. Consider the following:  I no … Continue reading →

It’s a perfect day, I shouted. “Today is worth a howl,” neighbor Fred said, and he howled down Sea Street on his way to get a paper at the General Store. “My daughter wants to stop by and get her … Continue reading →

As many of you know, I don’t respond to emails mostly because your comments deserve sharing, but also because typing with one short-fingered hand and weakened abs is not the good time I want to have. So that is my … Continue reading →

Wonderful wild roses — flat, pink with a cream center — are sprouting from the cleared rocks of my roadside stone wall. Clearly they have found spots which suit them. The rosa rugosa hedge blossomed and spread and allowed wrong … Continue reading →

Some mornings are especially fine: good coffee, curious new tracks in the snow, and the NYTimes with a “search” story. Today was one such. First the story: A lost letter from Rene Descartes was found (NYTimes 2/25/10).   A Descartes … Continue reading →