The Burrow

There's talk about prestige, sexual citizenship, and personal responsibility.  The poor girl was lured.... except Annie Savoy would dispute that. I did not get lured. I accept full responsibility for my actions. YARNmemes Mothers of boys are freaking out.  Lawyers are warning that there is no basis for a criminal suit, despite Letitia James's investigatory powers.   And I am deciding to ignore the controversy and immerse myself in the memories, some of which I share below. There was once a pumpkin atop this spire on the undergraduate library in the middle of campus. No one knows how it got there. Walking down these stairs takes you to the Suspension Bridge. The top of Libe Slope, with a viewing platform atop the underground piece of the library. Dorms and a student center at the bottom of Libe Slope. Really old dorms next door. And mostly, there's this. There are chimes in the tower, and they ease you into evening. This is what I'll be remembering, regardless of what...

I was morose all day.  I'm really feeling the loss of a big piece of who I am .  I cannot imagine wearing a Cornell t-shirt right now. I tried to talk myself into a smile, but then the radio told me that the Tompkins County DA misrepresented  lied about the victim's original statement.  Now I'm mad at him, too. The Prince gardeners brought me joy, as always, although the mud play may have gotten just a bit out of hand.  But driving home was a rerun of driving down there. There's no escaping it. Plus, the Cleveland Browns quarterback has recovered from his knee injury; an unrepentant serial sexual predator, he was booed at first.  Now he's winning games and the fans are cheering.   I wouldn't want to share a locker room with him.   Plus, more reporting confirms that Bibi knew what Hamas was planning plus the Republican candidate for Ohio's governorship wants people on Social Security to get off the couch and go to work PLUS goddamn if tha...

I used to really love Cornell.   I did volunteer alumni interviews for 40+ years; my name is on a plaque somewhere.  TBG and I donated a landscape installation alongside a well traveled path; our names are on a bench there, too.  I've been on Alumni Boards and College advisories and been president of our local alumni club.   We've donated every year since graduation; Cornell is mentioned in our will.  At least it has been up until now. First, there were internal machinations within the Colleges that drew my attention and ire.  I protested and supported the student protesters and wrote letters/emails which received boilerplate, anodyne responses.  Then, the administration complied instead of fighting the bullying, sending control over $60 million to the Felon in Charge.   That's when we stopped sending them money.  I didn't stop telling every entity asking for my dollars why they were being denied.  There was a say-nothing ...

You'll be reading this on the date the National Weather Service has decided our monsoon ends.  The official declaration notwithstanding, that same NWS predicts lots of rainfall for the rest of this week. It poured all day.  Big fat raindrops making a satisfying plop on the pavement.  My windshield wipers working overtime.  People driving 20 miles under the speed limit because, y'know, it's raining. But now the sun is out.   The air smells of creosote. The sky is blue overhead, though there's a storm brewing over Mt. Lemmon that is heading our way.  I'm going outside to pull weeds and plant seeds, taking advantage of the softer, rain drenched soil. I'll be back tomorrow with something deeper.  Right now, the earth is calling.

He showed up on my news feed.  He was interviewed by one of the lesser MSNOW talking heads.  He sent me a solicitation text for a minor candidate somewhere not in Arizona. When asked, he intimates that he is, in fact, still considering a run for the 2028 Democratic nomination. I'm not so sure that will go well for you, Senator Gallego. His BFF in DC was Eric Swalwell, former darling of the left leaning media until his sexual predations made him untouchable.  Ruben, Eric's doppelganger, disappeared at the same time. Here's Eric. Punchbowl News Here's Ruben. Wikipedia.com Aside from Eric's squinty eyes, they look like privileged white boy twins, and the media used the besties interchangeably.  Ruben spoke on immigration more than Eric, but they both spouted the DCCC script-of-the-week.  They were reliable, dependable, predictable, and useful until they weren't any more. As young adults, TBG and I had a friend who made questionable choices.  I ignored the rumo...

The big, beautiful sunflower was the victim of monsoon winds and rain.   Even the tiny bugs and birds are uninterested in anything much any more. But another giant beauty, a little different but stunning all the same, joined us from another container. The bees are very interested in this one. He's carrying a plug of pollen in his tiny little feet/pincers//fingers/who knows.   I was so taken with the whole operation I forgot to take his picture until he was just about out of focus. You can really see the Fibonacci spirals in this one.