Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
I have a soft spot for the picture to the left. Part of the reason is it’s one of the few pictorials of me at the wheel of Bessie, my faithful mare. This is in October of ’05, which means I’m 39 years old and the car is a year beyond the 300k mark…maybe 312 or thereabouts.
Here and there another driver has been more seasoned, but you’d have to search far and wide for a car/driver pairing that has carved through more history together. And the seat under my butt? It’s just about had it. I believe it had bare metal springs poking through clear back then. But the seat belt hasn’t sprung quite yet…it’s about a year and a half away from that.
The other thing I appreciate about this photo is that it somewhat conceals my enormous Buddha-like gut.
This is about five or six months before my sweetheart moved out here permanently, and in this shot I’m showing her the sights during one of her many fly-ins. We took turns back then, sometimes me over to New York, sometimes her out here.
An interesting conundrum developed when my son asked about the new car, “Is this Bessie II?” Answer: NO. Yes, it’s very snazzy and has a lot of features the Real Bessie never had. It’s missing that busted old hand crank window on the driver’s side, in its place it has a quiet, powerful, zippy electric window. Moon roof. CD player, XM ready, yadda yadda yadda. One problem — Bessie never was “Bessie” until she was something past 250k. There are some dues to be paid, dammit, and until then the new car is just “The Car.”
Besides, I’m really going to miss those pop-up headlights Bessie had. I kept them working, in sync with each other, ship-shape until the last bloody yard.
The new car does have its advantages. We’ll get a portfolio uploaded on that one of these days. And it was nice spending $40 on a wash-and-wax, for the first time since…I think 1995, if I remember right.
This is a local shot, I think we had just finished a trip to Lake Tahoe.
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Nice pic! It’s a great good thing to FINALLY be able to put a face on all these superlative thoughts!
- Buck | 02/21/2008 @ 15:49