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Sell, sell, sell that Tribune Publishing stock
I guess it's good news for trees, but trees are, if managed properly (they aren't now), a "sustainable," repurposable, recyclable, resource. Electronic devices have their direct and indirect dollar and environmental costs too, and once the electronic archive is lost or eclipsed, it's gone forever. Back to hammer, chisel, and stone?— August 14, 2015 5:33 p.m.
And the drug war droned on and on
A whole new version of invasion. The possibilities may be endless. If you think gun accidents are bad, just wait until someone you've pissed off programs one of these things to fly to your coordinates to drop off a device to, or crash into, your house. Or track your car. There are other possibilities too terrible to reveal. But it won't take long for some creeps to figure them out.— August 14, 2015 4:59 p.m.
U-T finally concedes what everybody knows
Hobbes was a presumptuous ass with too little knowledge/evidence to support his hyperbole.— August 14, 2015 11:01 a.m.
U-T finally concedes what everybody knows
I think this started out as a ruse--a threat of leaving to scare San Diegans into voting for throwing their tax money at them. Then certain sociopathic loudmouths mouthed off too much and the ruse got too many steroid shots. Not enough ironic justice, but maybe some . . .— August 14, 2015 10:58 a.m.
U-T finally concedes what everybody knows
Wan othur beeg misteak--so sorry. I might be able to fix it by deleting and repeating, &@#amn&# word-processors!— August 13, 2015 2:57 p.m.
Polls by Lincoln Club, Chargers diverge widely
Polls can be twisted--I should know, right? Just ask the "right" question.— August 13, 2015 11 a.m.
U-T finally concedes what everybody knows
I thank Bill for spreading the word; I am going to follow suit. By preventing Junior Seau's daughter from giving this speech the National Football League has inadvertently defined itself for all time. A lovely, lovely mature young woman with a lovely, lovely father. I share her tears. I respect her, her late father, and the family and culture that nurtured her to be the woman she is. "Class" is a word too weak to express her quality. I'm gonna tell you a story about my first meeting with a Samoan. I was snorkeling off La Jolla Cove, and decided to haul out on the rocks northeast of the beach. As I struggled up the rocks to the top, a big, dark hand with a cold beer in it thrust it toward me. I looked up the arm to a beautifully-smiling face I had never seen before. This young man invited me over to their (unauthorized!) cooking fire upon which lay a fish sizzling away. The Samoans living life as is should be lived--together, simply, lovingly. I hold this memory as one of the most treasured moments in my life. It made my day; it made my life. Love, Twister PS: I refer you to I thank Bill for spreading the word; I am going to follow suit. By preventing Junior Seau's daughter from giving this speech the National Football League has inadvertently defined itself for all time. A lovely, lovely mature young woman with a lovely, lovely father. I share her tears. I respect her, her late father, and the family and culture that nurtured her to be the woman she is. "Class" is a word too weak to express her quality. I'm gonna tell you a story about my first meeting with a Samoan. I was snorkeling off La Jolla Cove, and decided to haul out on the rocks northeast of the beach. As I struggled up the rocks to the top, a big, dark hand with a cold beer in it thrust it toward me. I looked up the arm to a beautifully-smiling face I had never seen before. This young man invited me over to their (unauthorized!) cooking fire upon which lay a fish sizzling away. The Samoans living life as is should be lived--together, simply, lovingly. I hold this memory as one of the most treasured moments in my life. It made my day; it made my life. Love, Twister PS: I refer you to The Gift: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property You can buy one here, used or new: http://www.bookfinder.com/search/?ac=sl&st=sl&ref…— August 13, 2015 10:50 a.m.
U-T finally concedes what everybody knows
It was a great speech. But it rose far above "a speech." All those poor, unfortunate, soulless suits at NFL and their lackeys, overpaid and underpaid who didn't immediately walk off the job for good, are to be pitied, as they will have to carry the burden of their shame for the rest of their lives. Not only are they mass-murderers who are getting away with it because the manner of his death was so-called "benign" neglect, they have been indifferent to the fate of those from whom they extract mere money--dripping with blood, with the tears of others. They are the worst kind of prostitute (my own family included women who got caught up in the commonest expression of this term, but gave lots of love), the weak, the impotent, the incompetent, the non-men overcompensating in fear who confuse brutality with strength and cling to the false notion that whatever form of "magic" they possess, whatever or whomever they associate with, will somehow rub off onto them, or at least form a facade from behind which they will be able to hide their insecurities, cowering in fear lest they be discovered, not realizing that that a prominent portion of their anatomy is, while out of their sight, is glaringly obvious to observers. In tears of sympathy, Twister— August 13, 2015 10:14 a.m.
U-T finally concedes what everybody knows
Plague, schmeague--if it's worse than the pox, it's fine with me. But uh, oh--here we have a debate about the real substance of a debate largely based on its lack. Book TV had a Shakespeare scholar on recently who had dredged up some evidence to the contrary recently. But what all speculators ("History" Channel, are you listening?) should remember is that "absence of evidence is not evidence of absence." But, of course, it ain't evidence of presence either. As Ray Gilmore was fond of saying, "Don't forget--the suspension of judgment is the highest exercise in intellectual discipline!" But as to the contention that he wasn't well enough educated, I refer you to Ivan Illich. It took me decades to counter the effects of most of the formal education I received. (I do concede, however, that had I not searched for the pony it that pile of bullshit, I would never have found one of the most influential people in my life.)— August 13, 2015 9:22 a.m.
U-T finally concedes what everybody knows
Don: Yes, but that was 1,000 to 1,500 years ago. Have we "advanced" since then? At least to the point instead of, say, a quick death at the paws and jaws of (real) lions to slow, agonizing, painful ones from concussions and cancer? Is that advance?— August 13, 2015 9:07 a.m.