Monthly Archives: September 2019
Where did the moon go?
In two days, the month of Elul will end. Five years ago, on the first day of Elul, I described the process of self-assessment. Today we are 28 days into the 40 day period of determining how we can make our lives- and the lives of others- better. (You can also search for Elul in the index to the left and see more of my thoughts on this “resolution-making” period.)
The Show Must Go On? Nope.
I remember how excited I was back in 1964. Finally, there would be a World’s Fair near me. (Seattle was just too far and too much money for me in 1962.) I’m pretty sure I relished the site at least a dozen times. And, not just for those new snacks- Belgian Waffles. No, the GE exhibit (despite the fact that Ronald Reagan had gone to the VERY dark side [Goldwater!!!]), Walt Disney (It’s a Small World After All), the various countries, and the ATT, Ford and GM exhibits.
Hostage
Ransomware.
This is malware (aka malicious software) that is designed to deny access to one’s computer or data system unless or until a sum of money is paid the hacker. (That’s the “ransom” in ransomware.)
Who, me?
We’re going to do a little thought experiment today. A concept that goes back to ancient Jewish heritage. (Aesop liked it enough to copy the concept.)
Indentured Slavery is Over?
I have been listening to folks talk about the California bill (AB 5) that was just signed into law by Governor Gavin Newsom this minute. (OK, when this was written.) The provisions take effect on 1 January 2020, setting standards as to who is an employee and who is an independent contractor (such as drivers and delivery folks).
Pop goes the weasel?
And the data keeps piling on.
Two years ago, I shared the data that pop is simply something we shouldn’t include in our- and especially our kids’ diets. Yes, I know- up until two decades ago, I was imbibing gallons of pop each and every day. (At least 6 liters of Diet Coke and about 24 ounces of Chocolate Cherry pop.) But, I stopped- cold turkey. (So should you!)
It’s Open!
Memories.
I first came to DC when I was four (almost five). My brother was not yet born. I remember the carousel on the National Mall (nowhere as cool as the one at Nutley’s Happy Land on Hempstead Turnpike on the border of Levittown and Seaford), the Castle(Smithsonian), the Lincoln Memorial, and the Washington Monument.
Conversion therapy? Yeah, why worry about facts?
Remember Michelle Bachmann and her ditzy husband, Marcus? With their fakokta programs to “fix” gay kids. Like their “conversion therapy” was any more sound than TheDonald’s idea to stop hurricanes with nuclear weapons.
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Drain the Swamp- NOT!!!!
“Drain the swamp”.
Yup. One of three phrases TheDonald initiated (and brainwashed others to chant) to garner the Presidency.