So I’m sitting in my son’s dining room in California. We had a pretty good trip with a layover in Houston Texas. My daughter-in-law picked us up with my 3 grand kids in tow. Eileen had a head-ache and sensibly laid down for a nap, which is where she still is.
I already had a chance to drive through the lovely hills here in Corona. My daughter-in-law went to the tire store and then needed me to come pick her up. This country is beautiful.
I’m really beginning to relax.
Life is good.
I bought a copy of the New York Times. Usually I read this online, but it’s kind of nice to have a paper copy when traveling.
I enjoyed this article about 88 pianos decorated and installed on the streets of New York City.
Here’s some links I made for vacation reading:
This is one of those articles that speculates about extending the 9/11 hijackings origin to possible countries like Saudi Arabia. I don’t put much stock in it, but it’s good vacation brain-dead entertaining reading.
What it’s like to actually be at one of those call centers in India.
about the advent of silent reading
negativity at The New Republic
regarding “the company of saints known as cephalophores: the head carriers.”
When I was twenty years old, and a college student, I defaced a portrait of Chairman Mao. For this act, and without a trial, I was declared a political prisoner and sent to a forced labor prison on Taihu Lake, where I served in a labor reform brigade in a stone quarry for seven years: five years in the labor prison and two years as an ex-prisoner laborer.
What does “ruin porn” tell us about the motor city, ourselves, other American cities?
A Disney intern tells all.