Romney Campaign Swag Gets Competitive

While I’m sure most of this Web log’s readers who live in the United States and Europe know about teleconferencing, for the benefit of those in other parts of the world where the practice is not common, what you do is, you pick up your telephone and enter the number of a “bridge” – sort… Continue reading Romney Campaign Swag Gets Competitive

When Rush Limbaugh Goes too Far – Is It a Fluke?

Late this afternoon, I concluded a long and arduous consultation with the representatives of former Icelandic banks.  It seems the Icelandic authorities are about to try their former Prime Minister for raping their economy, and the people behind those banks are, let us say, extremely concerned.  It was grueling; I was exhausted.  But the first… Continue reading When Rush Limbaugh Goes too Far – Is It a Fluke?

Virginia Catholic Church Excommunicates the Girl Scouts

My dear sister Rose and I have lunch together about once a month – on me, of course, as regular readers of this Web log would readily surmise.  Yesterday, she selected Tosca, on F Street.  She started off with prosciutto di Parma con cavoletti di Brussels e pecorino pinzani tartufo “riserva” and I with guazzetto… Continue reading Virginia Catholic Church Excommunicates the Girl Scouts

Media Matter Mess Attracts a Mercenary Muse

Cerise is out of town on business this weekend, and Twinkle is staying overnight at the vet, leaving me, so I thought, alone for the day.  What’s more, I am completely caught up on my work, too.  Therefore, I figured I’d relax on the sofa at home with the latest editions of Harpers, the Atlantic… Continue reading Media Matter Mess Attracts a Mercenary Muse

Don’t Cry for Oil, Argentina

I didn’t go in to the office this morning, and eagerly anticipated a quiet Saturday at home in Great Falls, Virginia with my girlfriend Cerise and my cat Twinkle.  We had, however, just finished a tasty late winter Tidewater lunch of shad roe with chard and roasted red fingerling potatoes when my POTS land line… Continue reading Don’t Cry for Oil, Argentina