Dec 24, 2010

December 24, 2010

The smartest people I know carry  their cynicism  openly, like a Peacemaker in a fast-draw rig.  It is the best defense against  a world of questionable sanity and undeniable unkindness.

About this time of year, however, some of us set it aside if random events conspire to evoke the awe of a four-year-old watching Daddy pretending to clean the chimney lest Santa get too sooty.

About midnight the light snow began, windlessly and perfectly, a Bing Crosby dream of the Christmases we wish we had had.  A watery sun will  shortly rise to reveal a fresh two inches of whiteness, a virginal cloak hiding the smudge of earlier snowfalls.

Among other things it moves me to imagine the most romantic kind of Currier and Ives winter print, with a sleigh of toys for apple-cheeked children and the makings of a feast. I send it to you with a hand-written "Merry Christmas."

Best
Jim

Dec 22, 2010

Far be it from me to suggest Ben Bernanke and Tim Geithner and Barack Obama have their heads up their dark places, but copper is knocking on the $4.30 door, a record, and humble lead continues to command well over a buck.

Never mind the $3+ self-service unleaded of which I burned a bit this morning on a trip to town for the monthly bulk pack of Federal .22s and a 100-round carton of 12 gauges.

The suspects named above, aided and abetted by a bipartisan coalition of congressional zippety-doo-dahs, continue to soothe us with "Hush little baby don't say a word, 'bama's gonna buy you ...". 

 Inflation in America? Simply not possible.

Dec 20, 2010

Woad trip

I'll depend on you folks for an eclipse report. It's strictly IFR here with ground visibility less than three miles.

In return, I'll pass along my observations if I happen to spot naked blue people dancing around my oak trees in the morning.

Anyone seen my Coppertone?

About this time Kurt was posting this gem from one of the East Anglia climate frauds:

"Children just aren't going to know what snow is," he said.

...two other things were happening.

The Eurozoners were still digging around in drifts, trying to find their Airbuses, and I was trying to get artsy-craftsie with:



Al, we still gotcher your Glow Ball warming hanging.