Category: Open Threads

You’ve probably noticed my conspicuous silence about events in the Middle East, especially in Libya.  I simply don’t have anything to add.  I’m a spectator here and, until the coin stops spinning and lands on one side or another, I’m not prepared to opine. All I’ve got now are hopes

Is it too late to open a post for those who are interested in discussing books today?  I couldn’t get to my computer earlier, because of family commitments and those same commitments preclude my posting anything substantive today. I’m willing to bet, though, that many of you are reading something

My mind is slowly waking from the stupor that gripped it yesterday, and I actually found bunches of fascinating things in today’s reading.  I may blog on some of them at greater length today, but I didn’t want to sit on them all day without sharing them with you.  So

Post game comments, anyone?

You asked for it, you got it. My only regret regarding Reagan is that, as he was president during my liberal days, I didn’t appreciate him at the time.  I’ve made up for that now, but I wish I could have enjoyed him when he was in office. Here’s his

I’m putting the finishing touches on the first drafts of a demurrer and motion to strike, so I’m in lawyer mode.  My writing has become appropriately boring, obfuscatory and pompous, so you should all be very grateful that I’m not visiting it on you this morning.  I’ll get back here

I have actual paying work this morning, and that trumps even the delights of blogging. Please consider this an open thread until (a) my work is done and (b) I actually have something worthwhile to say. In the meantime, since you know my deep and abiding respect for Rush, you

Pardon my lack of posts, but I have kids home today (one of those teacher meeting days), and I’m getting interrupted every minute or two with questions about baking.  There’s lots of baking going on.  That’s not a bad thing.  Concentrated baking activity is the opposite of idle hands being

I shut down my computer around 2:00 yesterday, and never had the chance to turn it on again.  I thought I’d get off to a roaring start this morning but, after an impressive bout of insomnia, my brain is is cycling between sluggish and torporous.  Until I get a second

Here in the real world, everyone wants a piece of me.  I am running out of pieces. I’d like to blog, but those pieces of time and brain are already taken.  Perhaps you can do better than I.

I’ve been home several hours now and still haven’t read a lick of news.  Instead, I’ve been diligently working my way through my email backlog.  Some of them, although a bit outdated by now, are still sufficiently interesting that I want to share them with you.  Here, in the order

My brain is an arid desert, devoid of ideas or inspiration.  At least for the next few hours, until my synapses start firing, you’re on your own!

We just returned home after an eight hour journey up I-5.  Whew!  It wasn’t too terrible, though, despite the long drive.  We didn’t get stuck on the Grapevine, where a storm was brewing; the car performed perfectly; no one got sick; we had no scary traffic moments; and the kids

I’m working on a slightly long, medium complex post, which should go up in about an hour.  ‘Til then, here’s an open thread.