Luggage is My Life

We spoke to these great people, from these terrific hospitals, next to this impressive stadium

And I got applause from the tech guys, which is always a good sign.

Birds in the spring...

...at sunset, in East Lansing, Michigan: industrial mating calls. Or maybe the mating is done and the joy of reproduction is surging through their throats. Musical artillery barrages, thinning out as the warm sherbet sun slides beneath ... and there's the inaccuracy: a sliding sun, not a merry-go-round planet.

I believe that any top animation studio would be better equipped...

... to govern the United States than the current Congress. The people who wrote and illustrated Rio or Toy Story 3 or The Lorax. They're smarter. They're better at telling stories. They can get big, complex things done. And eveything works out well in the end. That's the important part. Congress is supposed to telling the story of a successful nation for all. But they've lost the narrative thread I think.

It was odd to WW2 parents...

... those who bore the Baby Boom, that so many of their hippie-inclined male offspring looked like the Jesus seen in church: beard, long hair.

On a day this beautiful...

...staying indoors should be a sin against Allgod.

It wasn't until...

...I stared at a burning wood fire, with my foot adjusting a remnant log so it caught more air and flared brighter, that I realized death wasn't termination or cessation ... it was transformation.

I looked upon that log's burning as a victory. The right thing had happened.

The log itself would have said, though: "I died." But "death" was the wrong word to describe what happened next. The right word was transformation.

"Next" for this particular burning log? Ash. Wood ash is unusually useful because it releases micro-nutrients and vigor into depleted soil. And new minds grow off those crops.

When your mortal body dies, you become something else.

Nothing's lost. The universe is a giant hoarder. You will always be part of it.

The ego dies, true. Yet the ego was always the cousin you didn't know how to evict. Don't mourn the ego. Yes, it contributed. But its charm is oversold.

The universe is a giant hoarder. You will always be part of it.

The abduction of NGOs

Can we get a Seal Team 6 in here? (Some of your wives asked us to intervene.) Susan G Komen has been abducted by anti-abortion aliens. PLEASE RESCUE!

Susan G. Komen...

... corrupted its mission and shrunk its base (probably significantly), when it decided to defund Planned Parenthood's free breast exams for poor women. I would be surprised if some form of donor revolt were not underway.

Komen changed its mission from disease to religio-politics. It offered a weak "our-by-laws-made-us-do-it" excuse. But that was the most transparent of fig leaves. The Komen mothership has been taken over by "anti-abortion" aliens. Why would any health-related charity in its right mind turn to religio-politics?

The Komen board should be questioned on its understanding of fiduciary responsibilities. This is a self-defeating fiscal policy. Disease has a universal donor base. Religio-politics is divisive and attracts a less-than-universal crowd. I'm bad at math, but even I can figure that one out.

Sad story in the Times today

I became a "blogging widow."

Modern times.

Proverbially yrs,

Pay Peter to shoot Paul.