Good Thing Those Transfats Are Gone
I was out on my errands today and realized it was lunch time and I was famished. However, it was teeming more than Noah could imagine, and I was dressed in raggedy shorts and a tee-shirt. Fine dining was out.
The Dog Star: Taking A Sharp Right
(The Dog Star is a symbol of power, will, and steadfastness of purpose, and exemplifies the One who has succeeded in bridging the lower and higher consciousness. – Astrological Definition) At the pool today, the dogs were fighting and playing as
Andy Warhol Rolls in His Grave
Here is just one verbatim excerpt from another PR "expert" apprising all of those on her mailing list (and anyone she can find—I never asked to be on her list and never heard of her before, so this is spam)
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Saturday, August 4 I’m writing this on the 9 p.m. ferry and will post it using the WiFi capability on board. This ferry, late on a Saturday, has no trucks on it, so the loading master allowed me to drive the
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Friday, August 3 Our anniversary, 39 years, wonderful to celebrate it here after being high school sweethearts. I mentioned to my wife that this has been a particularly good time here, and she pointed out that EVERY time is a particularly
Capitalizing on Disaster
Immediately after the horrible bridge collapse in Minneapolis, I began receiving blast emails from PR firms advising me that “experts are wanted” for media interviews. Apparently, we were to apprise the PR firms of our availability, because psychologists, grief counselors,
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Thursday, August 2 The gulls here have a habit of consistently catching clams and dropping them onto bricks and pavement to open them and dine. I remember years ago hearing a “thunk” while I was at my pool, and saw something
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Wednesday, August 1 Grazing this morning for coffee and the papers, I met Jill Schlesinger, the president of Strategic Point, the investment and money management company. They advertise quite heavily and she does a radio show. She’s here for the first
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Tuesday, July 31 No papers this morning, fog has rolled in and swallowed the island, the planes can’t get in quite yet. Breakfast is al fresco on the restaurant patio. We drove around parts of the island during the early day mist
Victimhood (Yet Again)
A group in Africa asked if I would speak at what they claim is the first multi-national consulting conference they were trying to hold. I told them I would, that the fee was $25,000, payable in advance, due at least