Category: DailySocotra

His Lordship

I am completely behind now, and won’t get to the story at all this morning, not that there is much left of it. I wound up on perusing one of the climate pages and tumbled headlong into a vicious attack on Viscount Christopher Monckton’s views on the science pertaining to what has, sequentially, been known […]

Summer Reading

I went down early last night- the combination of the Saturday at the office, the birthday party for the 89-year-old former Clandestine Agent, who looks like butter would not melt in her mouth, and the subsequent hour-long swim in the cool blue waters left me drained. I got up to the raucous Indy rock from […]

RUSSIAN POTATO SALAD

I am way behind this morning. Impossibly so; I got up at the usual time this morning, but decided to go back to bed- I had made the mistake of attempting to watch The Dark Knight on DVD and predictable happened there in the brown chair near the door: I came to consciousness around 0200 […]

Freedom

  “The Libyan people cannot kneel, cannot surrender; we are not women,” – –      –  Madcap Despot Muhammar Qaddafy in an audio recording broadcast on al-Rai, a Syrian national public media outlet. Muhammar Qaddafy is hanging on to his freedom, at the moment, anyway, and his thug buddies in the Assad Administration are continuing to […]

Labor Day

The President is back from vacation, and focused on the urgent need to create jobs and grow our economy. I heard that he welcomes the opportunity to address a Joint Session of Congress next week. They say he is going to “challenge our nation’s leaders to start focusing 100 percent of their attention on doing […]

Walk to Work

Damn, Summer went by so fast. The Government is spasming at the end of the Fiscal Year; too much stuff going on to close out their books, and so August was a cypher. The pool is going to close (during the week) next week. Football starts. Damn. I walked to work yesterday- it was that […]

Storm Avoidance

Tinkerbell was taking care of us well last night. Mac did a second installment on his 92nd birthday, venturing out form The Madison in his golden Jaguar to join some admirers at Willow. Tink managed to doctor up a Bloody Shame (tomato juice sans vodka) for Mac with almost all the trimmings- cocktail onions, jumbo […]

Farewell and All That

As you know, the English language has some wonderfully anthropomorphic collective nouns for groups of animals. There is a Pride of lions, a Murder of crows, a School of fish, an Exaltation of doves and a Parliament of owls. Now consider the baboon, the loudest, most dangerous, and viciously aggressive of all primates. And what […]

Good Night, Irene

As it turned out, it was a good night here in Arlington, and a relatively peaceful passing of the first hurricane here since Isabel roared through on September 6th, 2003. I was in unit 515 at Big Pink then, on the south face of the massive building and took the winds head on from the […]

Waiting on the Storm

Irene good night, Irene good night, Good night Irene, good night Irene, I’ll see you in my dreams. Last Saturday night I got married, Me and my wife settled down, Now me and my wife we are parted, I think I’ll go out on the town. Sometimes I live in the country, Sometimes I live […]