Month: March 2011

Small Business

Miami is not one of the places I would have thought about spending the day honoring Saint Patrick. I remember it traditionally as a raw early Spring day up north, with luck accompanied by some sun and a light jacket, and without luck, gray and wet both inside and out. In Chicago they have turned […]

Quinn’s on the Beach

They say what goes to Vegas ought to stay in Vegas. Normally, I am in complete sympathy with that approach. After all, the innocent should be protected, and the wicked should be left where they can be scourged on their own account. But this was innocent enough, and besides, you don’t know Tom, a swell […]

Fukushima Daiichi

There are Ides of all the months, so unless you are Julius Caesar, I would not worry about it this morning. Or Muhamar Qaddafy, but he seems to have kept his self-esteem thing going pretty well, along with his attack helicopters and imported Taureg mercenaries. I worry a bit about the Libyan rebels, since I […]

South Beach and Cuban Black Bean Soup

Oh man, I am actually out of the winter. It was painful, but I suppose all good things are. The clock folly- springing ahead- occupied the last padding around, forgetting the last minute things that I would realize I really needed a thousand miles away. The time line to the flight changed markedly after losing […]

The Big Quake

The effects from the devastating earthquake and tsunami in Japan are still being assessed, and I am traveling this morning. It is pushing five thirty, and the ride to the airport is going to be here in twenty minutes. I could tell you about the adventure of moving my son’s stuff to Virginia Beach, but […]

The Wow Moment

Editor’s note: Management at The Daily is departing the building NLT 0645 this morning to support a Military re-location from Arlington to Virginia Beach. Accordingly, there will be no in-depth coverage of the mega-quake in Tokyo this morning, of which there may be $100 billion in damages, undetermined loss of life, and the spreading of […]

Building at Belvoir

Jake and I were in the Hubrismobile yesterday, watching the gunmetal sky over the gunmetal hood framed by the slick swooping windshield over the business-like German dashboard. We were barreling down I-95 just south of Springfield and outside the Capital Beltway. Jake was eating his tuna sandwich out of the foil wrapper fresh from the […]

Now, for Something Completely Different

NY times: “Socotra House Launches 548th Million Irrelevant Web Site: Publishing World Sighs in Indifference.” Editor’s Note: For those who missed the Daily yesterday, the entire production staff at Socotra House Publishing expresses the deepest regret. It is not our fault. Really, we showed up for work and everything. Here is what hung us up: […]

Calle 8

Brazilian Supermodel Gisele Bundchen and her hubby, Mr Bundchen, are back in Brazil for Carnival. I saw the news while scrolling through potential destinations to park my butt for a week or two. I do not want to think about what is going to happen when the music stops and we have to pay the […]

The Hydraulic Press

“Return to Raven,” read the note at the top of the page. My Dad was addressing his brother Jim Socotra, 17 years his senior, and really more father than brother to my Dad. Jim went through the same portal that Raven is going through now, long ago, and the echoes of his passing illuminate Raven’s […]