August 26, 2015

At the Goldenrod Café...

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... you can go down whatever path you want...

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19 comments:

Ann Althouse said...

I did something for the first time yesterday.

I rode a mountain bike trail! Crossed a narrow bridge with no railing. Only made one mistake, trying to stop and walk through something that intimidated me, and that caution resulted in my one fall, because I had unexpected momentum at the point of the stop.

Anyway, I was using my hybrid "comfort" bike, and Meade prodded me to get a new bike, a real mountain bike. It's more than I deserve, but inspiring.

MadisonMan said...

Congrats on doing something new.

I am so not ready for Fall-like weather.

Original Mike said...

"Congrats on doing something new."

Ditto.

"I am so not ready for Fall-like weather."

Cooler weather, longer nights. What's not to like? I say "Bring it!"

Bob Ellison said...

A son of mine recently started work at a small grocery store. He has brought back food each day: fruits that are still good, but not that great to look at, and refrigerated items that probably ought to be thrown out after a few more days.

I thought at first, "Great!"

Then I wondered, "Is this how they churn their employee pool?"

Then I thought, "Nah, I'm a customer, too. If I die of botulism, they'll miss my six bucks a week!"

Then I concluded, "They're just trying to do something nice on the cheap for employees."

The chicken salad went down OK and hasn't caused problems. We'll see about the apricots.

Sydney said...

I once fed my husband some goldenrod honey. Served it on a plain wafer. It was delicious. He has severe hay fever. I didn't realize what I had done until he started vomiting.

Original Mike said...

@sydney - when I was young and stupid (as opposed to old and stupid), I rubbed goldenrod flowers back and forth under my nose, saying something like "I don't know what the big deal is, ha ha." It took several hours, but that night is was in a really bad state.

Hagar said...

My grandmother bought week-old bread because she believed hard chewing was good for the gums.

She also bought anchovies(?) in buckled tins, which she considered a delicacy (the anchovies, that is).

Hagar said...

I believe Trump paid for that microphone?

And Jorge Ramos being Jorge Ramos should know that the rules are the same as when he owns the microphone?

jimbino said...

The XIV Amendment provides:

All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside.

It is argued that a child born in Texas of Paraguayan diplomats or even military guards in the service of Paraguay is not a jus soli citizen of TX and the USA at birth because his parents are deemed to be under the aegis of Paraguayan Consulate and not "subject to the jurisdiction" of the USA.

However, the text of the Amendment refers to the status of the newborn child, not of the parents. It seems a circular argument: the child born on US soil is born subject to the jurisdiction of the USA by jus soli and the citizenship status of the parents is irrelevant, so the child is a birthright American citizen. Else, if Paraguay didn't deem a child born overseas of two Paraguayan citizens to be automatically Paraguayan, the child would be born stateless, which is crazy.

Lem Vibe Bandit said...

I got the solution to the democratic presidential nomination problems.

Have Biden offer Hillary the VP slot on his ticket in exchange for only running for one term. At the end of which Hillary will have his blessing to run for president herself.

Hillary waited this long... What's another four years?

rhhardin said...

Film plot summaries on wikipedia are very handy for figuring out what the hell that was, after you finish a spy DVD.

Bob Ellison said...

The "anchor baby" debate is silly.

Hey, if you get your pregnant belly across the border and have that baby, he or she is an American. That's pretty easy. It's not a big deal.

He or she does not have the right to draw non-Americans across the border, though.

In Phoenix, Arizona, righteous immigrants wait for hours and months and long, long lines for the privilege of applying for a green card. These are good people, just like the people mowing your lawn and fixing your roof right now.

Let's fix the problem with some attention to who's a bad guy and who's not.

Kyzer SoSay said...

The best part about working from home is being good at my job. It means I can get all my work done, and a little extra to keep people ecstatic, and still read Althouse and comment alongside a bunch of mostly smart and insightful people. Oh, and the liberal blowhards, serving up mush and boilerplate. There is rarely a time when at least 2 or 3 of my browser tabs don't contain an Althouse thread, and mostly I can guess who wrote a certain comment without having to see the name.

I love the future.

Humperdink said...

All the lefties who cheered Obama spouting off about using a "pen and phone" to subvert the separation of powers should be terrified at the prospect of a President Trump.

It will be an indelible marker, a megaphone and a bulldozer.

garage mahal said...

Scott Walker's Secret Love for Red China. Great read! Thought you guys would really appreciate information on politicians doing business with commies. GASP.

David Begley said...

Goldenrod is the state flower of Nebraska.

Go Jays!

CStanley said...

Not saying that the allergy anecdotes above are untrue, but it's a myth that goldenrod is a major allergen. Ragweed is almost always the culprit, and ibecause they have the same bloom season people blame the showier goldenrod.

rhhardin said...

Bob and Ray had a farmer complaining about his allergies kicking in at the same time as he had 500 acres of goldenrod to harvest.

Anonymous said...

Goldenrod and Gagea

Goldenrod gauging spring’s early roadsides
Ores its idol from a mountain’s mother lode.
Leaning language’s tilted tower, it fades
Down to nothing as its colors corrode.
Errant wanderer, always too far afield,
Naming greed’s grammar, first bloom’s attribute,
Relying on the wind to seed the yield
Of April’s tongue once March has fallen mute,
Dead set to die. But grace’s garden cold frames
Gauge all that grows by frost’s futility,
All that mankind builds upon his proud mounds.
God talks back to death – His green thumb confounds,
Espousing yellow star of Bethlehem’s
Announcement: lily’s spring nativity.