But now they’re everywhere; even in the Pelosi kitchen in San Francisco.
This particular idiot attacked Mr. Pelosi, an octogenarian like me, with a hammer. Not much, anymore, causes me to say “Wha…?” to news headlines, but this one did. I did some quick searches for line of succession to the presidency, because another idiot got lots of traction with the statement that Mrs. Pelosi was second to Kamala Harris if Biden didn’t serve out his term. Not so. Harris would select a VP. So lay that one to rest.
Best revenge ever for recovering from a hammer attack…
There are circumstances that could put Nancy Pelosi in the Oval Office, but they’re remote. But even so, one would think the Pelosi household would be better protected. I heard they’re wealthy, (NYT says Mr. P got a DUI in his Porsche 911 and they start at $100k) so maybe the platinum tier of SimpliSafe is within their means. I hope he recovers fully—they say he will, but 80+ and worked over with a hammer? There’s only so much a guy can take. Get well, Mr. P—enjoy that whale tail some more on those North California twisties. And a good wine, after.
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What I’m reading, enjoying, and, hence, recommending.
I got the New Yorker decade books, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s, but kind of cheated, as I bought remainders and library dumps. I read most of the 50’s decade, as I was a kid then and look back in awe on the era of McCarthy, Elvis and the like. The articles on Modern Jazz were really informative; it was new then and exciting and the discourses on it are intelligent and respectful. But the 60’s…I was a little older and more of an actual participant; exciting times, turbulent times. Good books. They all feature the New Yorker poetry, articles, fiction and zeitgeist of the eras defined.
Braided Sweetgrass was a gift from a lovely person (who subscribes to this blog—thank you, lovely person) and it is proving to be quite charming; it’s getting some fine reviews. It’s also sad in areas that touch upon the treaties drawn up with the original inhabitants of the U.S., treaties made in unutterably bad faith; we know this unless living under a rock for the last century. By Robin Wall Kimmerer, the rest of the title is: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants. I look at pecan trees a bit differently after the first chapter. Highly recommended.
Just started Heart of Darkness* for the umpteenth time, having dug out my well-worn old 1981 Penguin Classic for a Conrad language fix. *(except some raciaIly insensitive epithets) I had an earlier paperback but it fell apart; no matter--it was underlined to the point of distraction. To be read slowly and with relish. Watching Apocalypse Now is a good thing, before or after, as it’s (somewhat) based on the book here and, especially, there. Both are masterworks in my opinion.
But then, this came, UPS, today…
Heat 2, by Michael Mann and Meg Gordimer. Heat, the feature film, is one of my all-time favorites, and after reading a few lines of this book, I knew I had to have it. It’s the earlier stories of the characters in the film and a sequel moving into their futures. Val Kilmer, Al Pacino, and Robert De Niro are already gesturing to me to hurry up and get into this. I never tried alternating four books at one time, so I may have to read this one and get back to the other three.
So I’m booked up for awhile; not the worst thing to happen to an avid reader.
New blood in the olde village…
Welcome, Austin…and welcome back, Farmall…