That is a comforting picture. I am worried every fall about where the birds will spend the winter, or even get out of the rain. That is for little birds. The big turkeys are just done for, like the large fish caught by Sarah Palin.
Annals of Dowdiness: In a terrific piece of investigative reporting, Maureen Dowd reports that John Boehner skipped the pat and search line at the airport. My God, is it possible that AQ is recruiting congressional representatives to further their nasty designs. Did the other passengers know the risks they were facing travelling with an unpatted House Speaker?
1jpb...Sarah holds the still beating heart of a fresh caught and gutted big fish in her hand and shows it to her daughter Willow who tells Mom that it is creepy. I can't wait to see what the Stop Palin Conspiracy makes of that by tomorrow.
I have a secret to tell From my electrical well It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells So the room must listen to me Filibuster vigilantly My name is blue canary one word spelled l-i-t-e My story's infinite Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch Who watches over you Make a little birdhouse in your soul Not to put too fine a point on it Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Mr. Irene returned this weekend from Washington D.C.
On his way home, Mr. Irene went through the body scanner at Reagan National.
Mr. Irene reports that he felt as though he were in a Star Trek "Beam Me Up" transporter. He did not find the experience intrusive because he did not see the scanned image of his physique. Separation equals no anxiety.
The person in front of Mr. Irene refused the scan. Mr. Irene heard the refuser protest about the amount of radiation to which he would be exposed.
One TSA officer said, "What's with him?"
The other TSA officer replied, "He's opting out."
Both then called for "male assist." Hustle bustle.
The TSA also confiscated a snow globe of the U.S. Capitol that Mr. Irene had bought for me. Contraband.
The TSA did not confiscate the How's That Hopey-Changie Thing Working Out For You? T-Shirt that Mr. Irene purchased for me at Union Station.
Mr. Irene summed up the airport experience: "It's the snow globe that did me in."
One of the most fascinating TV viewing experiences these days is a post game press conference with Brad Childress. Describing his team's performance to reporters is more of a grisly eyewitness account of a train wreck that maybe he seen on his way to the store. Detached and devoid of any responsibility whatsoever. Just rubble and strewn cars everywhere.
Garage...As you noticed, Childress is the epitome of bad leadership. I blame an owner who wants an inept employee that he thinks he can control rather than hiring and trusting a coach with leadership skills. Followers need leaders that fit their perception of a good leader. Childress is similar to Coughlan of the Giants in his blaming inept and bad players for being such losers. That is not the message that a good leader sends out.
Mrs. Althouse, I don't know exactly what to call the reminiscence that this image is conjuring. But here goes: Hyper-real-Hyper-Abstract "Cristina's World".
(See: the matted grass with the figure only implied, the house floating above the hill with all the inference that entails...Art shapes the world that shapes the art that shapes the world...ad infinitum)
I have 12 bluebird houses. They are along my barb wire fences. During the summer, I can walk along the fences and see grasshoppers impaled on the barbs near the houses. Good birds.
This picture made me think of PD Eastman's "The Best Nest." I've always thought the last page of that book should have had Mr. Bird shaking his head and saying, "Women."
But the goldfinches are still here. They are draped in their drab winter garb and appear ready for the cold. How on earth do they keep their thin stick legs from snapping when the temperature dives to unbearable lows?
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If it's meant to attract blue birds, then I hope it's facing due east.
That is a comforting picture. I am worried every fall about where the birds will spend the winter, or even get out of the rain. That is for little birds. The big turkeys are just done for, like the large fish caught by Sarah Palin.
"like the large fish caught by Sarah Palin."
That better not be a spoiler, for those of us on the left coast?
Sheesh.
Annals of Dowdiness: In a terrific piece of investigative reporting, Maureen Dowd reports that John Boehner skipped the pat and search line at the airport. My God, is it possible that AQ is recruiting congressional representatives to further their nasty designs. Did the other passengers know the risks they were facing travelling with an unpatted House Speaker?
1jpb...Sarah holds the still beating heart of a fresh caught and gutted big fish in her hand and shows it to her daughter Willow who tells Mom that it is creepy. I can't wait to see what the Stop Palin Conspiracy makes of that by tomorrow.
And while you're at it, keep the nightlight on inside the...
Birdhouse in your soul.
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one word spelled l-i-t-e
My story's infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Mr. Irene returned this weekend from Washington D.C.
On his way home, Mr. Irene went through the body scanner at Reagan National.
Mr. Irene reports that he felt as though he were in a Star Trek "Beam Me Up" transporter. He did not find the experience intrusive because he did not see the scanned image of his physique. Separation equals no anxiety.
The person in front of Mr. Irene refused the scan. Mr. Irene heard the refuser protest about the amount of radiation to which he would be exposed.
One TSA officer said, "What's with him?"
The other TSA officer replied, "He's opting out."
Both then called for "male assist." Hustle bustle.
The TSA also confiscated a snow globe of the U.S. Capitol that Mr. Irene had bought for me. Contraband.
The TSA did not confiscate the How's That Hopey-Changie Thing Working Out For You? T-Shirt that Mr. Irene purchased for me at Union Station.
Mr. Irene summed up the airport experience: "It's the snow globe that did me in."
Looks like a privy on a stick.
Can I tempt Trooper to start trash-talking re. the Eagles?
US Capitol snow globes available here. Its musical!
And here best price)
Thanks, Chip!
Two plays on this drive, where the guy who makes a great play ends up giving up the ball.
WV: ireat
Trooper will be ireat if this play is ruled a fumble.
The New England Patriots rule!
Nothing to do with tea parties..
Just in case anybody is wandering.
One of the most fascinating TV viewing experiences these days is a post game press conference with Brad Childress. Describing his team's performance to reporters is more of a grisly eyewitness account of a train wreck that maybe he seen on his way to the store. Detached and devoid of any responsibility whatsoever. Just rubble and strewn cars everywhere.
Garage...As you noticed, Childress is the epitome of bad leadership. I blame an owner who wants an inept employee that he thinks he can control rather than hiring and trusting a coach with leadership skills. Followers need leaders that fit their perception of a good leader. Childress is similar to Coughlan of the Giants in his blaming inept and bad players for being such losers. That is not the message that a good leader sends out.
Trad Guy, that's about the best explanation for why Childress was hired.
Whatever. A losing season decreases the odds that they are going to hit up the taxpayer for a new stadium.
I say we should treat them just like the Twins. They get a new stadium after they've won 2 championships.
Isn't it great that Favre is imploding?
Hey anybody catch Tiger's latest tweet?
tradguy,
I was in a cone of silence so I was able to witness Palin's Alaska w/o the knowledge of your updated spoiler.
The eighty six pounder was a nice fish.
Mrs. Althouse,
I don't know exactly what to call the reminiscence that this image is conjuring. But here goes: Hyper-real-Hyper-Abstract "Cristina's World".
(See: the matted grass with the figure only implied, the house floating above the hill with all the inference that entails...Art shapes the world that shapes the art that shapes the world...ad infinitum)
That's a peaceful looking pic, wai, whu, what is that commotion down there? Ah, birdhouse cleaning.
What kind of bird likes to nest in a box on a stick in an open field with no shade or branch cover?
This Birdhouse Cafe looks like it would offer overcooked eggs and tender morsels for circling predators.
Ann. Sarah. Tiger.
Yep, this oughtta fit right in,...
And BTW, I've been putting song references in the titles - click 'em and see.
Nice bird house.
I've been waiting for your Drudge photo comment... you've got Pope on one side and Hands on Boy on the other...
Christian,
I've been waiting for your Drudge photo comment... you've got Pope on one side and Hands on Boy on the other...
My comment is if Jesus is coming you'd better get a big towel.
I have 12 bluebird houses. They are along my barb wire fences. During the summer, I can walk along the fences and see grasshoppers impaled on the barbs near the houses. Good birds.
The hummingbirds left without spelling goodbye in the air.
I miss barely seeing them, ghostly blurs no bigger than a smudge on your eyeglasses.
And since they've gone, all the flox have closed up shop. (Coincidence? I think not.)
The only hopeful one is the squirrel, checking his secret stashes all around the yard. He seems pretty sure winter will end.
But who would trust a squirrel?
Actually, it looks more like one of those things skeet comes out of...
But it's a nice prairie view.
PS I hope Mr Irene is still functioning properly. One hopes, unlike Icarus, he didn't get too near the radiation.
Contented picture. btw, my granddaughter had her Christening this weekend. sigh.
.....Taylor Kennedy.......
This picture made me think of PD Eastman's "The Best Nest." I've always thought the last page of that book should have had Mr. Bird shaking his head and saying, "Women."
Maybe some bird's nest soup to go with the 2500-year-old Chinese noodles...
But the goldfinches are still here. They are draped in their drab winter garb and appear ready for the cold. How on earth do they keep their thin stick legs from snapping when the temperature dives to unbearable lows?
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