The last of the backlog.
Sorry folks, but I'm still busy getting settled in my new sober house, so I only have about a half hour to do this post. Hope you don't mind if I just put up the last of the things that got put aside over the weekend because I was moving and sick with a cold.
Last year it was the Republicans who were embarrassed by sex scandals. It's weird how with Republicans its usually gay GOPers falling out of the closet. Now the Democrats are having straight sex scandals, with the situation next door in New York devolving into an outright farce.
The latest polls show John McCain gaining ground fast as the Democrats continue to do everything in their power to self-destruct.
Although I didn't post on St. Patrick's Day, I was in downtown Northampton (where I now live) and stopped by that cool CD store Turn It Up.
One of the cool things about it is the store itself, which is carved out of the basement and requires you to navigate a steep set of stairs.
Northampton used to be filled with music stores, back when CD's were called "records." The internet however has made them increasing scarce. It's no mystery, because online you can buy any music that was ever made. What music store can match that selection? Besides that, online you don't even have to leave the house.
Still, I miss them, and will shed a tear when the last one closes. There is a music loving culture surrounding record stores and the people who shop and work in them. The retail record store has a personalness and an ambiance to them that the internet will not replace. Oh well, no doubt there were those that mourned the closing of the local blacksmith shops, but progress must go on.
When I got to the door, I saw that they were having a special sale on Irish music.
In my email there appeared this message from former local investigative reporter Jim Polito.
I'm ashamed, I became unconscious on St. Patrick's Day and apparently someone took these pictures of me while I was out cold.
Enclosed were photos that are indeed both intimate and revealing.
Of his knee surgery.
Hey, I really like the latest style of skateboarding jeans.
Here's two videos I should have run earlier. Someone just alerted me to this video which would have run with the post on Jack Kerouac Day. It shows Bob Dylan and Allen Ginsberg making a pilgrimage to Kerouac's grave in Lowell, Massachusetts.
This second video is out of Hampshire College in Amherst and would have run on Saint Pat's Day.
98 year old Mother Superior from Ireland was dying.
The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey
comfortable. They tried giving her some warm milk to drink but she refused it.
One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen and remembering a
bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas, she
opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.
Back at Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother
drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had
drunk the whole glass down to the last drop.
"Mother," the nuns asked with earnest, "Please give us some wisdom before you die."
She raised herself up in bed and said, "Don't sell that cow!"