What’s more exciting that a new software release? Well… o.k., lots of things are. Still, a good time can be had on a Sunday morning, cradling a cup of coffee, with a software install running on your favorite Mac. Imagine the Sunday news shows on in the background, the kids playing in the family room with the makeshift tent you helped them build out of linens, pillows and seat cushions; and all…
A couple times a week, my liberal bias goes to feed at Talking Points Memo (among other places). Today there was a fascinating post about a Republican Congressman who changed the language of a bill that had already been passed by congress, as it waited for President Bush’s signature.
That’s right kids, the bill that the legislature passed was different than the bill that the President signed…
There’s lots of news about government gone bad, but I thought this was an interesting example of a little bit of good it can do… when it’s responsive to the needs of it’s people. (I heard this on our local NPR station this morning.)
The story piqued my interest because I remember when school lunches in Pinellas whole-heartedly embraced the “ketchup as vegetable” philosophy of nutrition…
Prices for Key Foods Are Rising Sharply
The Bureau of Labor Statistics said in its June inflation report that egg prices are 19.5 percent higher than they were in June 2006… whole milk was up 13.3 percent; fresh chicken 10 percent; navel oranges 19.8 percent; apples 11.7 percent. Dried beans were up 11.5 percent, and white bread just missed double-digit growth, rising by 9.6 percent.
Meeting…
This evening my son (he of three) asked my wife for “a vanilla bean.”
“Come again?” my wife asked.
(I’m taking a wee bit of license here… she probably just said: “what?”)
“I want a Tall Vanilla Bean mommy.”
Cheryl and I had one of those “meant for you” moments. We each came to the conclusion that a certain mem-may (re: my bastardized, English approximation for in-law…
You may not know it, but I’m the guy with the hair. For most of my life, for better or worse (mostly worse), I’ve been identified by my hair. In high school, my sister once famously pointed me out in a large crowd (at a football game) by saying, “look, he’s the guy with the hair.” Amongst family, it was the anglo-fro.
Yep, that was me.
I say that *was* me because my wife cleaned me up.