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
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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
Just Another Super Bowl Sunday
My extended family organized two Super Bowl parties last night. There was one for the hordes of children belonging to my dear sister Rose, her husband Hank, Hank’s brother and his wife – that one was held at the home in Fairfax, Virginia where, thanks to the folly of our real estate market, both large… Continue reading Just Another Super Bowl Sunday
Arab League Bravery in Syria to be Eclipsed by Equally Impressive Diplomacy
Very early this morning, I had to go in to the office for an urgent emergency visit with Dr. Bedi Fawitiri bin Tizik, Special Envoy of the Arab League. He was in a state of high agitation and consternation as he threw himself onto the couch by the picture window, tossing his attaché case down… Continue reading Arab League Bravery in Syria to be Eclipsed by Equally Impressive Diplomacy
Orban’s Tooth-and-Nail Hungarian Goulash Recipe
Yesterday was another twelve-hour Saturday, which, given the state of the nation, and, indeed, the world lately, I suppose shouldn’t have surprised me. Not that I’m complaining about working six days a week instead of five, no way – make hay while the sun shines, I say. Around nine o’clock, I received a visit from Colonel… Continue reading Orban’s Tooth-and-Nail Hungarian Goulash Recipe