“Gotta run down to the farm and feed the mail and check the cat…wait…” I looked at the level of white wine in the glass in front of me. “You know what I mean.” It was Friday and work was long in the wake. We didn’t know if the government was going to shut down […]

I stumbled into the kitchen to make the coffee. It had been a perilous journey from the safety of the eiderdown. Something was wrong with my neck- the spasms in my back that made my last trip back from Up North such an adventure last month had diminished, but now reappeared higher up, first on […]

  Never let it be said that The Daily allows its mistakes to fester. Oh, heck, scratch that. Of course we do. Nonetheless, the Staff here at Socotra House Publishing, LLC, took time out from monitoring all aspects of the Continuing Crisis to compile a list of errata from the month that concludes a memorable […]

My pal Muhammed has a father who is on the same road as Raven, only not quite so far down it. He called me up as I was peering out the glass windows of my eighth floor office at the sun sinking into the Arlington heights under thin salmon-colored cirrus clouds. “Yo, Vic,” he said. […]

I have been meaning to talk to you about this for a while, but in the great scheme of things it didn’t rise to the collapse of the Euro, or the world overheating, Canada pulling out of the Kyoto Treaty, the greedy fat cats who broke the world, or those Occupy folks who seem to […]

“The only real solution to climate change is to leave the oil in the soil, coal in the hole and tar sands in the land.“ – Ivonne Yanez, Acción Ecologica, Ecuador I had that dream again last night, or at least a familiar variant of it. It was not the running dream, but close enough. […]

I went to The Game yesterday. You know, the Army-Navy game kicked ass yesterday. Cold, cold, cold, but kick-ass. The storied rivalry is usually played in the City of Brotherly Love, that being a major venue about half-way between West Point and Annapolis. That makes it a little out of the way to go, being […]

This may be the most exciting time to be an alarmist in recent human history. You have to qualify that statement a bit, and I defer to my pal Mac on that. By that I mean that Raven and Big Mama can no longer talk about what it was like to be young and living […]

I walked over to Willow for lunch yesterday. I normally eat at the desk, but I wanted to raise a glass of wine yesterday to honor the exact minute of the 70th anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. It was raining, a chill dank penetrating mist that made me unzip the hood concealed […]

(Mitsubishi A6M Zero-sen and moth.) So, Annook writes to Spike and me last night, wondering if Big Mama could benefit from having a cat. Apparently she thinks that would address some of the engagement issues that are cropping up as the Turner Classic Movie Channel increasingly becomes the mainstream of her cognitive reality. She is […]