(South Lodge Hotel, near Horsham, West Sussex, Home of the G20 Ministers)   I had the best of intentions this morning. One of them was to lay abed and not think. Another was to do something with the second half of a book I wrote years ago, and found completely by chance late yesterday.   […]

  I ventured fairly far afield yesterday, but it was a worth trip. I was hoping to find in a nice, approachable way to describe what we are in the process of doing to ourselves.   I had the vain hope that I might discover something that   I know my limits, and I am […]

(Pulitzer Prize Winning Author Thomas Friedman)   I sighed. There was too much on the plate. The rough quartos of the Spring Quarterly were strewn on the wide mahogany desk that faces the tall plate-glass windows of the office complex in Tunnel Eight. The red light in the center of the phone was blinking an […]

  It is refreshing to be on the same sheet of music with Nobel Laureates.   I was right there with Dr. Steven Chu, the last time I saw him. We had a broad agreement on the fact that America needed to free itself from the curse of dependence on overseas oil.   The only […]

(Thelma and Lousie)   The Republicans are back.   No, don’t freak. Not those Republicans. Congressman Boener of Ohio ought not to take heart in the matter, since that is the term for the Marxist scum in Northern Ireland who take grim delight in killing British soldiers and police officers.   They are rejectionists of […]

  (Mardi Gras)   I don’t have a great deal of time this morning, and I am grumpy about it. I am going to be trapped in an airless conference room drawing happy-faces on a pad of paper, listening to some blather about capitalism.   I am not very happy with the capitalists this morning, […]

(Roosevelt Dime) It has been good having the Visiting Dog here this week. He goes back home from Camp Socotra on Friday, and this morning found us out in the dark. It is still cold but the knife-edged wind has finally died down. Still had to wear gloves.   I will both miss him and […]

(Shoulder Patch of Los Zetas: “Service to the Gulf Cartel”)   It is Fat Tuesday, the wind is blowing chill here, and some places there is a samba playing, and drink flowing. Elsewhere there is mayhem.   The men in the city named for Benito Juarez know who they are killing. Whether it is members […]

(Network Centric Powerpoint)   I stayed up too late at Big Pink to be rested and not long enough to be satisfied. The reason this time was not trying to party past the inexorable present, but to watch the proceedings of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts. I did my best to ignore it, since […]

(Map of Pakistan) Kushal Khan was on his way to become the Sultan of Swat this morning, the Pakistani government’s District Coordination Officer in the valley, but he didn’t make it. He was snatched- along with six bodyguards- by persons unknown before reaching his new office in the bustling little town of Mingora.   The […]