Sometimes I despair. But in the morning – I rejoice. The darkness is gone. I run. Sometimes I don’t want to, but I go out for a run anyway. An hour of kicking up dust, driving over rocks, and past cactus reminds me of many things. On the best of mornings, God winks at me.… Continue reading Late at Night
Someone recently pinged me on UN Resolution 2334 which was passed on Friday, December 23, 2016, essentially making all Jewish settlements in old Judea and Samaria (aka The West Bank) illegal. This person said, “It gives all this land to the Palestinians. Land, by the way, that never belonged to the Palestinians in the past.… Continue reading Illegal Israeli Settlements?
“The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other. It is not, as poverty was before, the result of natural scarcity, but of a set of priorities imposed upon the rest of the world by the rich. Consequently, the modern poor are not pitied … but written off as trash. The twentieth-century consumer… Continue reading Poverty
A couple of summers ago my daughter in a uncharacteristic mood of petulance informed me that, “Hope is not a strategy.” [The thought of which still makes me laugh.] It was late afternoon, the wind was blowing ferociously cold straight off Lake Superior and we were on bicycles and it was her turn pulling an… Continue reading Hope
Real quick, before I start to cook dinner and lose this thread of thought – first, I was introduced by my friend, Max to a very interesting man today whom I met up with later and tasted his fine home-brewed boutique organic mescal (which I sipped while sitting in the coffee shop across the street… Continue reading True Mescal and Best Cuisine(s)
From Yahoo News yesterday: Decapitations and a mass slaying. “MEXICO CITY (AP) — Western Mexico’s plague of violence continued on Christmas Day with the discovery of six decapitated heads in one state and the slaying of seven people in another. The Michoacan state prosecutor’s office said the six heads were found in Jiquilpan, a municipality… Continue reading A Red Xmas in Mexico
At the age of 18 I hit rock bottom. I had no work experience, no education – high school and low paying jobs didn’t count – no family money or connections. My entire family (not that they had any resources) had cut me loose and for all practical purposes I was all alone in the… Continue reading When I was Young and Poor