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Continued hot…

Reports of snow this morning in Des Moines, temperature 32°F. Today in Studio City, 92°F, a comfortable, dry heat, with a couple degrees of added warmth for your Friday. Always a pleasure to watch Jackie Johnson deliver the forecast on the 11 p.m. news. Continue reading →

It’s always good to scan the news headlines, become acquainted with what’s going on in the world around you without necessarily judging it; rather, to consume the headlines, consider them and keep your own counsel, without too much unnecessary rushes to frothy opinion and outrage, indignation, aggrievement…yet we shall do our best! Continue reading →

Your head is there to move you around…

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This post, it’s the “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” of “First Posts”. It’s the live version of “Freebird” by the band remembered as Leonard Skinner. It’s like what they call the Tantric Sex, paid out slowly and discursively, with much meaningful eye-contact and delayed gratification; however, unlike the Tantric Sex, this one may have no payoff to speak of. None! This is our attempt to make one post speak with more character than 50,000 posts from elsewhere combined. Let’s begin… Continue reading →

Jimmie Valvano. He had the typical Italian emotion. Three things he said to do day by day — different from the three things in that musical number about Jesus Christ— were to think, to laugh (probably in a genuine way, not a Larry David way), and to weep a little. A winning strategy, absolutely, at least from this perspective. Tug McGraw wept in 1980, as did Paul Owens and Dallas Green. Tug McGraw wept like a baby into the fatherly arms of Dallas Green. How can you forget that? Those two guys were wearing baseball uniforms and they wept into each others’s necks. Who would you rather be friends with, Jerry Seinfeld and Larry David and Costanza, or Tug McGraw and Dallas Green? Know-it-alls or human beings? We could be friends with Newman, though, given that he had an affair with the landlord’s wife! The landlord’s wife! Dammit, Newman! You give us all hope! Continue reading →