immigrating, opposing, supporting
In Which Your Humble Blogger drifts into a happy dream of the future, and if you wake me up before three o’clock, I shall cry.
Book Report: I am the Messenger
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Your Humble Blogger picked up I am the Messenger on the strength of reviews, although it turns out that they were reviews of a different book. Does that ever happen to you? I don’t mean that in a there is…
Book Report: Danny, the Champion of the World
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In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t for some reason, talk about the ending, when all the …
I weep for you, YHB said, I deeply sympathize. Oh, wait, no, I don’t.
In Which another piece of advice is flung to the winds, in the hope that the winds will learn something, and if the winds don’t take my advice, then the winds can blow me.
secondhand quote, on Second Avenue, secondhand quote
In Which Your Humble Blogger viciously attacks an article he hasn’t even seen. Hah! Take that! and that!
Who will buy my free advice?
In Which Senator Clinton is visited by James Madison’s ghost, who wears a garland of good ideas he had in life.
Carving the Ya’akov lantern for the cross-quarter day
In Which Your Humble Blogger observes a duality, although not a duality of self. Shouldn’t there be an emoticon for duality of self?
responsibility without antecedent
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In Which Your Humble Blogger lives, just briefly, in a fantasy world of his own devising
and I mees you most of all, mah darleeng, when …
In Which Your Humble Blogger learns a thing or two, possibly incorrectly
Ted Rall, ignorant idiot
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In Which I whale on Ted Rall for something stupid. Wail? Wale? Anyway.