Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Breaking news from the financial section
Kelloggs (or Quaker Oats or General Mills, one of those major players in the food industry) is introducing a new cereal on January 2nd.
I can’t wait!
I can’t wait!
Monday, December 26, 2011
One week to the Rose Bowl
First, I have been remiss in not thanking ‘Anonymous’ for contributing the words to “On Wisconsin”.
It is such a cute song. And as a school fights song it is so reminiscent of Debby Boone’s, “You Light Up My Life.” Charming, but vapid.
But, now that Boxing Day is nearing a close, Richard and I are preparing for the big game.
GO DUCKS!!!
It is such a cute song. And as a school fights song it is so reminiscent of Debby Boone’s, “You Light Up My Life.” Charming, but vapid.
But, now that Boxing Day is nearing a close, Richard and I are preparing for the big game.
GO DUCKS!!!
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
The great Christmas tree escapade.
Following old family traditions, Richard and I decided to wait until Christmas Eve day to put up our Christmas tree. That means I was out trekking through the back forty this morning looking for the perfect tree.
Although we have many trees, a Christmas tree farm we are not. I searched and searched and searched. Finally, up a hill with a steep embankment behind it, I saw the ideal evergreen. I trampled up the hill only to discover, alas, it wasn’t the tree of my dreams. But there, at the top of the cliff was the king o’Christmas trees. There was even a downed log I could use to climb up the precipice. About half way up the 10’ climb, it suddenly dawned on me why the tree was down. It was dead and rotting. It gave way. I fell backwards.
As I was tumbling down the grade, ass over teakettle, I was thinking to myself, “Self, this isn’t your finest hour!” It is amazing how things go in slow motion when you are sure they are your final moments. I lay on the forest floor, wondering how long it would be before Richard became aware I wasn’t coming back of my own volition. I swear to god there was a chipmunk about three yards from me laughing like a hyena. I wiggled the fingers on my left hand; they worked. My right hand also was functioning, as were my toes. Before you know it I was back on my feet and staggering home.
There in a bramble about four feet from the edge of our front “lawn”, was a tree. Not great, but overly passable. The poor bastard now sets in our front room!
Although we have many trees, a Christmas tree farm we are not. I searched and searched and searched. Finally, up a hill with a steep embankment behind it, I saw the ideal evergreen. I trampled up the hill only to discover, alas, it wasn’t the tree of my dreams. But there, at the top of the cliff was the king o’Christmas trees. There was even a downed log I could use to climb up the precipice. About half way up the 10’ climb, it suddenly dawned on me why the tree was down. It was dead and rotting. It gave way. I fell backwards.
As I was tumbling down the grade, ass over teakettle, I was thinking to myself, “Self, this isn’t your finest hour!” It is amazing how things go in slow motion when you are sure they are your final moments. I lay on the forest floor, wondering how long it would be before Richard became aware I wasn’t coming back of my own volition. I swear to god there was a chipmunk about three yards from me laughing like a hyena. I wiggled the fingers on my left hand; they worked. My right hand also was functioning, as were my toes. Before you know it I was back on my feet and staggering home.
There in a bramble about four feet from the edge of our front “lawn”, was a tree. Not great, but overly passable. The poor bastard now sets in our front room!
Thursday, December 22, 2011
It’s official.
Santa and I had a confab yesterday. Due to one of us being disorganized and well behind schedule, (I will not point fingers) we agreed to postpone Christmas until sometime in mid-January! I’ll keep you updated as details are worked out!
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
I have just sent my first email to my elected official.
"Dear Greg,
This is Mac, I work at the Hood River Inn.
You always have said you wouldn’t vote to raise my taxes. So why did you just vote to do that?
In truth, I can afford the additional taxes. I’m not personally offended on that level. But you have just voted what is best for the Republican Party, not what is best for the people of Oregon (and America). That offends me.
I know you are secure for re-election. You and I don’t agree on most issues, but this is over the top. People will be hurt by your vote."
Greg Walden is my representative in the Congress of the United States. I live in a strongly Republican district. Greg and I have know each other for something like 25 years. 'Friends' might be stretching the term, but we always greet each other warmly when we see each other.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
The Inaugural Pac-12 Championship Game.
For those of you the missed last night’s game, let me give you the highlights:
OREGON WON!!!
OREGON WON!!!
Thursday, December 1, 2011
World AIDS day, 2011
I have a jaded view of the AIDS epidemic. I had the honor of knowing a man who was at the epicenter of the crisis. A man who knew more than history will ever announce.
Wayno was as bartender in New York City in the late 70’s and early 80’s.He knew people who died of “Consumption” in the late 70’s. AIDS was officially discovered in 1981.
We had a president at that time: a conservative president who was particularly anti-gay, and apparently particularly stupid. Despite the ravage that AIDS was wreaking in the third world, he was silent.
It was 1987 before Reagan ever mentioned AIDS out loud. Almost six years into the crisis (in America), he finally said the disease’s name. (Would anyone like to compare that to Swine Flu or Bird Flu or any of those other great health crises lately?) Over 41,000 Americans had died of the disease, and god only knows how many millions had died in sub-Saharan Africa and other third world countries before our president announced that the disease existed.
The AIDS crisis is not over. It lives.
Wayno was as bartender in New York City in the late 70’s and early 80’s.He knew people who died of “Consumption” in the late 70’s. AIDS was officially discovered in 1981.
We had a president at that time: a conservative president who was particularly anti-gay, and apparently particularly stupid. Despite the ravage that AIDS was wreaking in the third world, he was silent.
It was 1987 before Reagan ever mentioned AIDS out loud. Almost six years into the crisis (in America), he finally said the disease’s name. (Would anyone like to compare that to Swine Flu or Bird Flu or any of those other great health crises lately?) Over 41,000 Americans had died of the disease, and god only knows how many millions had died in sub-Saharan Africa and other third world countries before our president announced that the disease existed.
The AIDS crisis is not over. It lives.
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