Andy Brown

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The Thingamajig.

I remember The Reader from 1990's San Diego. Every city worthy of the name ought to have a least one of these gathering places for the oddballs and malcontents.

Young people may not know a lot of things, but they tend to have pretty good bullshit detectors.

They must have felt like calling them "shrooms" like a normal person was too undignified.

No conservative I've ever talked to was even aware that Democrats even had any immigration policy proposals other than open borders.

As always, the idea that a lot of poor people make poor choices is one part of the story, and it's the part most Americans prefer to stop and focus on. Kudos for Mamdani for not stopping there.

I've toyed with the idea of founding the American Basking Association, but never get around to it . . . .

It's a good thing that hospitals don't rely on immigrants for patient care.

Jules et Jim et un cadavre pourri.

Many anthropologists don't understand people. That's why they became anthropologists.

We're social animals, so no, not really.

Americans are learning the drawbacks of assuming on faith that our presidents would be sane stewards of the country. The world is learning the drawbacks of assuming on faith that the US would be a sane steward of the global order. In both cases we're gonna get a re-think, I guess.

Americans are learning the drawbacks of assuming on faith that our presidents would be sane stewards of the country. The world is learning the drawbacks of assuming on faith that the US would be a sane steward of the global order. A new chaos or a new order is going to be the result.

The slurry of news that passes by my Bluesky window is helpful in its way, but I'll shutter the window for a few days to be in Chicago welcoming my youngest son to his new post-college era.

What we really need is a brief interregnum.

Found a bluebird fluttering inside a widow's porch light like an enormous moth. I undid the rusty coat hanger rigging that her late husband had used to keep the lamp together. I lifted out the panicky bird, held it for a second and let it fly past her shoulder. "It had a red breast!" she exclaimed.

If it's not true it should be.

One of my pet peeves is the headlines that are put in the form of a question, ala, "Is climate change real?" (NYT does this all the time.) I understand why they do it, but it often implies there's uncertainty or an open question where there really isn't.

Money should not be confused with "voice" at all. Are you supporting a constitutional amendment to undo the Citizen's United ruling? I would love to hear that you're serious about the need to take money out of politics.

Watched a pileated woodpecker absolutely destroying a carpenter ant colony. Throwing over his shoulder chunks of pine tree the size of downy woodpeckers.

In small town Maine interviewing Republicans about power and its abuses. Didn't hear much concern about him consolidating or abusing power. More complaints that he's picking the wrong battles, and may end up changing nothing in the end.

Saw the red fox lope by with prey in her mouth, and I guess my bird feeder slash squirrel feeder is a bird feeder slash squirrel feeder slash fox feeder. As well as being a chipmunk slash broad-winged hawk feeder. It's violent entertainment here on the north side of town.

so frondly . . . .

As I drank my coffee on the porch this morning the bedraggled red fox paused in the rain. Our eyes met as she studied me for a moment, but gave none of her own thoughts away. Then she turned, loped on around the corner of the house, and continued on her regular jaunt past the little marsh.

If you ever miss it, swing by Bath when BIW lets out a shift.

Seems like good stuff to put out into the world.

Lapland is a long way to go for a joke.

extennnnnnnded car warranty . . .

Duane.