Taking the edge off with a zinfandel. 🍷


Taking the edge off with a zinfandel. 🍷


“Eres un buen automovilista.”
The first summer I ever went to Mexico, I was out in bumfuk Colima, and a friend offered to let me drive his father’s high-horsepower Ford Maverick.
I was barely able to put the Spanish together at that time, but I understood “¿Sabes manejar un estándar?” (You know how to drive a clutch?)
Neither one of us knew if it was legal for me to drive there as I slid into the driver’s seat. He let me drive that rocket around on the country roads for a while. I’d never driven a car with so much horsepower (tantos caballos).
My friend ended up the event by saying, “Eres un buen automovilista.” (You are a good motorist).
This is my friend Cesar from Colima driving his father’s pickup. Nice guy. I didn’t have to do handstands to be his friend. He was so patient with my borked Spanish. 1980-ish.
#mexico #cesar #driving

The style was Beaux Arts Institutional
#kunstler #clusterfucknation #vaguebooking
This was in an email I received today. Uh huh, this don’t work. Disappointed.
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And as November approaches, we’ll need to hold our noses and fight hard for the boring centrist candidate, the one who at least gives lip-service to caring for people.
That, it turns out, is extremely important: it’ll enable us to hold his feet to the fire with all the (nonviolent) means at our disposal
#theyesmen
Posted in rage against the machine, rambling
Tagged lesserevil, theyesmen, uselection, voting
The annual White House Easter Egg Roll has been canceled. I didn’t like them being that close to the children anyway. 🐰
Here we go again with the Grahams (#1 thing to do in Charlotte). Billy Graham sought the right hand of Presidents through the decades. The Graham industry reminds me of Anita Bryant (Florida oranges circa 1970’s) but has much more power.
I shouldn’t have gone, but I had lunch one time at the Cracker Barrel restaurant nearest the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte. The talk I heard in there was amazing! I shoulda worn a Pride shirt.
I walk by the Samaritan’s Purse “Operation Christmas Child” warehouse and packing center in Charlotte all the time. I think they pack up little boxes of things to give to children in African countries in front of cameras which unsustainably goofs up local economies. How that giant luxurious building on Nations Ford Road can sit all but idle most of the year is beyond me. I suspect tax “incentives” all over. Maybe like Hobby Lobby, it resembles a church.
There is also a freighter jet from Samaritan’s Purse that sits out at Greensboro airport regularly.
In NYC, “The Purse” will serve “the gays”, kinda nice, but don’t come volunteering.
Group Behind Central Park Coronavirus Tent Hospital Asks Volunteers To Support Anti-Gay Agenda
Posted in rage against the machine, rambling
Tagged coronavirus, franklingraham, lgbt, lgbtq, nyc, samaritanspurse
Another LOL from the New York Times. At least the word “normal” is in quotes, as it should be. Was it normal before, and is that a desired state to which to return?
It’s a good click-bait headline, but I won’t go, so I won’t know about the article. I’ve stopped visiting links to the NYT, Washington Post, CNN, MSNBC, The Guardian, and others. They are such active performers for the USA’s “Mighty Wurlitzer” that I won’t follow a link for any reason, not even for entertainment pieces, though one could say all of it is entertainment.

screenshot of NYT headline, Why the Presidency can’t just go back to “normal” after Trump.

screenshot showing cloudflare delaying a website visit
We are back doing this again. Per the internet memes, we should have breasts by tomorrow. 🍔

I like to notice advertising when it’s especially creative or weird. Last night’s ad that I noticed was weird. Creepy.
It was for a set of knives, super sharp knives, like the Yoshi Blade, but not that particular product.
Typical for this type of ad, the person was slicing up all kinds of difficult and hard objects, and then showing that the knife could still slice a ripe tomato perfectly.
The last item was an entire fish hanging in the air from its tail. It was the size of a large mackerel. I flinched because I knew what was coming. The person took a swipe at it, cutting it in half, and the front half of the fish fell to the floor. It might as well have been alive and wiggling, or maybe they could do the same to a cat hanging from its hind feet.
It just didn’t seem that the ad was well thought out, though the final ripe tomato was still sliced perfectly.
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