Mendota, this morning, when the temperature was around 70°. They're predicting 92° today, so the trick was to tear myself away from the blog early enough to have outdoor time while it was cool. That was fine, except for the part where the ice cream stand at the Union Terrace wasn't open yet.
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That was fine, except for the part where the ice cream stand at the Union Terrace wasn't open yet.
That was fine? That was fine?!? What part of leaving us without new posts for three freakin' hours do you consider fine?!?!?
P.S. I know I don't say it enough, but thank you for what you have created here.
"leaving us without new posts for three freakin' hours do you consider fine?!?!?"
Hopefully no withdrawal symptoms ...
@Ignorance
Man, I thought the whole interweb thing was broken.
Other random thought this AM.
Althouse got confused and deleted her account.
Summertime is never Bummertime in Madison.
Bring on the heat! Turn off your A/C people, and acclimate.
Tonight is a great night for a beer at the Terrace. See you there!
We are leaving for Wisconsin on Sunday. Please turn down the heat by then. It's supposed to be near 100 in coastal SC.
But the early morning bonus is glassy water on the lake -- one of the joys of early morning rowing. Too many ripples later on.
"Man, I thought the whole interweb thing was broken."
Sometimes the tubes get plugged up.
Just closed up the house. We are without AC this summer, so better to have stifling inside temperatures versus the God awful outside temperatures.
David, all you have to do is go to the right part of Wisconsin. Door County, or the Apostle Islands. I hear it's still snowing there.
(Please don't Snopes me, bro.)
Meade said...
David, all you have to do is go to the right part of Wisconsin. Door County, or the Apostle Islands. I hear it's still snowing there.
Today: high 69, low 59. About the same for the rest of the week.
A couple of days ago I was walking the dogs when a rather ballsy Blue Heeler came charging out and attacked without any hesitation. My res dog - slightly smaller - had him upside down immediately. Both dogs chewed on him until he could get away and run off.
Meade said...
I hear it's still snowing there.
Delete your account, dude!
"NASA's $1m grant to study theology of extraterrestrials: waste of taxpayers' money & violation of the 1st Amendment."
Perhaps the purpose is to follow NASA's "foremost" mission of helping muslims feel good.
P.S. I know I don't say it enough, but thank you for what you have created here.
I have totally forgotten who the hell Ignorance is Bliss is, and whether I like him/her/it. Damn our 007 secret identities, anyway!
You know the nice thing about putting our names on the stuff we say?
What, Saint Croix?
Accountability!
Meanwhile in Texas, our pool guy found a water moccasin in one of the pool noodles.
This place is not fit for human habitation.
That was fine? That was fine?!? What part of leaving us without new posts for three freakin' hours do you consider fine?!?!?
I think she should take a Sabbath once in a while. Althouse's work ethic is awe-inspiring. But it's okay to relax and recharge the batteries.
That was fine? That was fine?!? What part of leaving us without new posts for three freakin' hours do you consider fine?!?!?
You should not have posted that. Now she will feel things have gotten out of hand again, and needs to be straightened out.
That's the advantage of living near a lake -- how still and calm it generally is in the morning. Particularly this election season one needs some calm.
Saint Croix said...
I have totally forgotten who the hell Ignorance is Bliss is, and whether I like him/her/it. Damn our 007 secret identities, anyway!
I suspect people here are more likely to remember Ignorance is Bliss than my real life, totally generic, totally white bread white boy name.
And, just to jog your memory, it's him, any you don't like me, you love me. Everyone does.
Mendota was nice this morning. We took a walk on the lake loop opposite the city. Checked out a West Wight Potter (English sailboat) on a hand cranked boat lift. That was interesting. I'd never seen a hand cranked lift. Finished our walk to ward off the calories from my latest enterant in America's greatest french fries competition: DLuxe's (down by the capitol building) truffle cream parmesan fries. Or as I refer to them - heart attack and a bullet. Also of interest was the statue of the Union Col of the 15th Wisconsin volunteers killed at Chickamauga in 1863. My great great grandfather and namesake served in Kershaw's brigade of South Carolinians in McLaws div of Longstret's Corp on loan from the Army of Northern Virginia. Here's hoping my antecedent wasn't the cause of that brave American's death though such are the wages of war and a time of killing. We like Madisn muches. On to Taliesan East and then down the Mississipp and back home to North Florida.
the one who misplaced her pants is a woman, right?
who had a baby?
maybe?
My great great grandfather and namesake...
Surfed seems an odd name for a civil war soldier.
those are awesome photographs, by the way
I am all about blue and white
I am very tired of Power Outages at the UW.
"My great great grandfather and namesake served in Kershaw's brigade of South Carolinians in McLaws div of Longstret's Corp on loan from the Army of Northern Virginia."
Actually, Longstreet was sent to Tennessee from the ANV to shore up Bragg. That battle was lost by both sides, really. That is where Thomas got his title "The Rock of Chickamauga" in a losing cause. He saved Rosecrans from disaster, however. Longstreet almost won it.
I was just rereading the third volume of Bruce Catton's Civil War Trilogy, 50 years after I first read it.
In an effort to be neutral, I also have a first edition of Douglas S Freeman's biography of Lee.
However, next week I will visiting the graves of my two great, great uncles who were killed at Vicksburg in Grant's army. One, James, was listed as "Killed in Battle." The other, William, was wounded on the same day, May 22, 1863 in the final attack before the siege. He died June 2, 1863 of typhoid in a Union hospital in Tennessee. I have his letter to his wife. The last one was May 27, 1863 and told her he had been wounded in the arm but was OK would soon be shipped north to the hospital. He died there.
It's calm like that because the wind is at their back,they are on the lee shore. You can see further out, where the breeze is engaging the water, it starts to get a little chop. It might even be rough on the other side.
Mine made it from Bull Run to Appomattox with a lot of down time for sickness and a wound in the Peach Orchard on July 2nd at Gettysburg.
@Ignorance is Bliss. No one on the rolls of Co A 2nd Gov Guards was enlisted as "Surfed" lol. Funny story: my great great grandfather's company commander Frank Gaillard's great great grandson Phil Gaillard is my doctor here in Jacksonville. Both our gg grandfathers enlisted in the same company, served through the war - survived - and here all these years later his gg grandson is my GP. Small world.
"Also of interest was the statue of the Union Col of the 15th Wisconsin volunteers killed at Chickamauga in 1863."
Colonel Heg. We love our Norwegians here in Wisconsin — the high-educated ones (most are high-educated), the low-educated ones... we even love the ones who can't seem to hold their liquor during Norwegian Pride Parades. Drunk maybe, but peaceably drunk.
Safe and enjoyable trip home to the southland, surfed.
Americans have got all kinds of strange customs, but are you supposed to applaud when someone is giving an eulogy for the dear departed?
Hagar, the answer, I'm quite sure, is no. Here's another one: taking a picture of the deceased in an open-casket viewing. I've seen it happen. Please, no.
"I am very tired of Power Outages at the UW."
Maybe your building is too close to the power plant.
Studies show, there is an optimum distance.
Power outages were SOUTH of University Ave. Obviously the Civil War is not yet over.
They should never have taken the very best. I just hope they don't tear up the tracks too.
Well you know what happens if you play country music backwards: the train pulls into the station, your pick up truck starts, it stops raining, your girlfriend comes back, the beer never runs out and the South wins that damn war.
Yeah. Unless it's Joan Baez singing the country song. Frontwards or backwards, if Joanie's a singing, ever thing goes just straight t hell.
Hi Saint Croix! Yes I'm a woman!
p.s. thank you to anyone who's around who congratulated me on my daughter's birth. My husband had stepped out to get us some takeout, the baby was asleep and the hospital has wifi, so of course I checked out what was shakin' at Althouse. I'm an addict, it's true.
New Race of Lovely Humanity 101
Hey, I don't have to attend the Republican party's racial seminar class, right professor?
I got shit to do!
Hi Saint Croix! Yes I'm a woman!
I knew we had some women here!
Not sure about that "Miriam" though.
We are without AC this summer
This will be my third summer in a row in the Inland Empire in SoCal with no air conditioning....
"This will be my third summer in a row in the Inland Empire in SoCal with no air conditioning...."
Our second year without AC in this humid continental climate. Hope it's our last.
So I tried to ask out a single mom. And I will tell you up front that rediscovering Christ has seriously messed up my dating skills. But, oddly, made me more attractive to women!
I have been a pro-lifer for a long time. And it finally hit me. Saint Croix, why are you not dating a single mom? You damn pro-lifer. So I had my eye out, ready for the single moms to pop up in my life. And then one did.
She was 28 and had three babies, and she was gorgeous and she was flirting with me. Unfortunately this happened at work. I have a rule, no dating at work, do not date at work, you need a job, dummy, no romantic catastrophes at work. You are not going to date at work!
Unfortunately she was totally ignoring our dress code and wearing mini-skirts to work. She was dressing completely inappropriately for work! And I was having trouble focusing on my work. You might think that some of the men who are in charge of our workplace would enforce the dress code. You would be mistaken. So I am like this.
Saint Croix Demon #1: "I want to fuck her. I want her. I want her right now. We can do it in the bathroom. We can do it in the hotel next door. We can do it in a stairway. Oh my God she is so hot."
Saint Croix Demon #2 : "Three kids! Three kids! We're not ready for three kids! You barely make your own rent, dummy. Run away! Run away! This a commitment trap waiting to happen!"
Saint Croix Demon #1 : "Fuck her! Fuck her!"
Saint Croix Demon #2 : "Run away! Run away!"
Saint Croix Angel: "Just be nice. She could use a friend. Just talk to her. You're a nice person. She's a nice person. This could be a nice conversation. Break bread together."
So, with two fucking demons and an angel on my shoulder, I approach this hot babe who has three kids.
"Hey, how you doing?"
"Hey! Good to see you."
"I was wondering if you would like to--oh shit, that's a ring. Are you married?"
"No. It's an engagement ring."
"Oh. I thought you were a single mom."
"It's complicated."
"Right. Right. Of course it is."
Saint Croix Demon #1: "Fuck her! Fuck her anyway!"
Saint Croix Demon #2 and Saint Croix Angel: "Run away!"
surfed, I declare even Joanie can't ruin a country song this good .
that damn ring would make an appearance, a disappearance, a reappearance
you're killing me with the ring, killing me!
and the damn mini-skirt
Too many red flags, bro. Be honest with her -- tell her she's the wrong one for you, because you know she is. Listen to what she says. If an honest friendship gradually develops, fine, the two of you have a chance. Meanwhile, contemplate how good your life is now, as it is, without entanglement in a romantic but problematic committed relationship. Remember the last time you were in one of those? Now, open your eyes. You're free. Prove to yourself that you can love freedom. Only then will you be ready for step 2.
Believe me, man — you do not want to put yourself even close to being in a position where, in a few years from now, you might be tempted to seek advice from Carolyn Hax or, even worse, Dr. Phil.
Follow your head, not the pulse of your blood.
signed,
— Neither Your Devil Nor Your Angel
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