Indiana - Oregon, wow. Cignetti, Mendoza, Hoover, CFB has changed so much since my UF days 1953-57, like professional football more an industry than "our local team" of guys you see in class with everybody else. IDK, for school spirit, maybe drop back to high school football?. It's just as well to be ninety! I was always more a Buick fan than a baseball basketball football fan anyway, nomesane? +++++++ Friday evening: pizza at Enzo's then home to 7H for movie night. Enzo's is tops for pizza, it's right down the street, I can see it from my study/office/den, and their eggplant dishes are superb. For an "appetizer" yesterday we had the eggplant: three slices of breaded and fried eggplant with cheese dripped on top and tomato sauce all around it; one slice for each of us. The next Time we go to Enzo's I may just get the eggplant and let the pizza go. I used to get an "individual" thin crust pizza with double anchovies and mayo on the side,...

Wednesday morning 7 Jan 2026, 65°F here at 7H and going to 75° today. A bit hazy out as the sun shows up to dry out the air over our Bay, and I'm wondering whether I can get up - - whatever - - to write another +Time blogpost after several days of sitting enraged, stunned at how the world scene looks from here in the United States: I mean, Greenland, aykm?  This is why we have a Constitution. As President Richard Nixon was in the air flying home to California, Vice President Gerald Ford was sworn in as President and announced, "ladies and gentlemen, our Constitution works."  That was then, this is now. Constitutions only work if they are honored by those who swear to honor them. In our three part system of checks and balances, if all parties meet their responsibilities and obligations. ++++++++++ Epiphany, yesterday was The Epiphany; in the Western Church the Epiphany is the coming of the magi, often described as "the manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles." In...

  What to say - - when one is always trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to see the big picture, geographically, cosmically, theologically; when nothing speaks adequately to, for, about a society that regards itself as the Center of All that Is, but cosmically is the equivalent of a grain of sand on the beach; a nest of ants in a field fighting the adjacent anthill for dominion. Dominion is lordship and there is nothing to say. Nothing to be said that does not breathe contempt. In the beginning, God ... and God SAID, "YEH-HI" - - "Let there be ...," and it was so. In the beginning was the Word ... all that is came into being through the Word. An outsider, I have an alien view of who owns all this.  No matter, eh? In cosmic Time, we are one incoming meteorite from never having been in the first place.  Or one nuclear burst. +++++++++ Blessedly, a free calendar, having begun the day with a magic mug of club coffee that no grocery store coffee matches, first post a blog, th...

For supper these winter evenings we are working on an enormous pot of turkey soup with wide,  soft and luscious  German egg noodles.  Yea, Miami, but the Alabama game is not going well as I start writing this early evening of New Years Day 2026. And now after supper the game is a disappointing 3-38 final, with Bubba having hoped for an upset like Miami v OSU. But after having been the 1950s era New York Yankees of football for years, Alabama is back to normal. How did Saban do that for so long?   interesting sunset and we're having a warm winter, with temperature tomorrow supposed to be 70°F.  There wasn't a +Time blogpost for three or four days, no particular reason or excuse but that we worked some here in 7H, and I loafed a lot.  Plus attitude and inspiration are slipping, I'm experiencing a lot of life changes these days. Life truly is becoming different for me now, shifting personal expectations with the ongoing emotional jolt of turning ninety - - I'v...

This is a good piece from Sean Dietrich. Pretty much all of his writing is good, though some of his essays hit me more than others. Because some of it is more about me than it is about him. It's not the kind of thing a male talks about. Some of us are not as great as others. Some of us remember painful shyness and searingly self-conscious athletic awkwardness. Every Time Sean of the South talks about how unsatisfactory he was and how he felt about himself, I remember.  Over the years he's been writing, Sean has long admitted himself. I know too, but I'll never go public with it, over my years the personna has worked too well for me to mess it up. You can say too much, and once it's said it's too late to reconsider, because nothing can be unsaid. I was always smart enough for life, but, except for my crushing love for my children and constant anxiety about their wellbeing, I was never up to what I thought I should be. Sean has been writing about it for years, I never...

What? I can't figure it out: defiance? loss of imagination and/or interest? Up at 2:40 AM, a magic mug of decaf with half & half and a sliver of Danish, a quick check of News (nope) and scan new emails.  In my prenonogenarian life I'd likely move quickly to writing a +Time blogpost, but the motivation fails to stir, so I play a few games of solitaire, lose three, win one, and quit. What's the deal, tell me what's happening, what's the deal, tell me what's happening ...  I'll tell you one thing: AI is alphabet stupid, showing cars online as "classics" and they're all imaginary cars that AI has designed, drawn, and posted online. So far I've seen a fake Packard, two or three different fake Chryslers, a fake Studebaker, a fake Ford. If you're a car person, it isn't funny. It's annoying, and it rings the alarm for me, that AI is becoming Big Brother of 1984, with all new truths for the gullible. They got me with the first one, s...