I stepped aside to let a woman walking her big ole dog get by me, as I was meandering. She had on what looked like Tibetan skiwear (today's beautiful, but chilly). As she passed she said, "Ahhhhhh it's like having a drunken sailor for a boyfriend, this dog. Wanders around bumping into things, drooliing." We were bumping into things too, the three of us lolling along for a few minutes.
Sunday, April 01, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Health Care
Bob's letter to the editor of the SF Chronicle was published March 30, 2012:
The choice: health vs. money
Debra J. Saunders succinctly sums up the Republican view of our medical care crisis in "Why Romneycare outdoes Obamacare," March 27).
It's never the fault of Big Pharma or the medical-industrial complex or the profit-driven machinations of private hospital groups. It's the fault of the people, who use too much so-called "unnecessary care," like the colonoscopy I had seven years ago that discovered and removed precancerous polyps.
Their solution: "cost-sharing" to encourage families to make "smart choices," healthwise and moneywise. The problem is that what is health-wise is not always money-wise. Is that a severe headache or a stroke I'm having? Indigestion or the onset of a heart attack? Can I afford to spend $100, $200, $300 or more to find out?
For all their rhetoric about "government rationing," they fail to point out that their plans will result in a different form of rationing. Many Americans and their families will be forced to self-ration. High deductibles and onerous co-pays will result in more sickness and deaths that could have been avoided.
Robert Madera, Oakland
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Enjoy the wind
“An invisible, ancient source of energy surrounds us—energy that powered the first explorations of the world, and that may be a key to the future.”
Talk about information mapping! http://hint.fm/wind/
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Foxes and camels
A colleague recounted a time when he and his brothers were kids, and his brother ordered a baby fox from an ad in a magazine. Mom didn’t know anything about it until the call to pick up a small box, with an air tube sticking out, from the airport. They had it for years and years, and that fox was part of the family. Could run like nobody’s business. Chase those boys. I sniffed around and found an ad from Billboard magazine, April 29, 1944, wherein one could indeed get a pair of fox kits for $10. The next ad was for a 2-year-old dromedary camel…
Saturday, March 03, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Sewing
Back in the day I would sew a lot. Dresses, cowboy shirts for my boyfriends. My father would shriek when he found one of my pins in the carpet with his feet. (Our house was pretty tiny and still is, as it hasn't changed much from 30 years ago). Sorry. Today I resumed a sewing project, the first in oh, about 30 years. Wait, 40. The needle hurts my finger because I was trying to make French seams and I can't quite remember how to and need to roll those over and hem by hand. And oh, the puckers. I was reminded of my Aunt Nancy who would hand-sew pajamas while she watched the OJ trial, ensconced in her North Hollywood apartment. I'll tell you what: I shall never be on Project Runway and I fear my days of Vogue tailoring (actually, a level I never quite reached) are but a dream. Making a few pillows here and there, placemats, and the like, maybe (being incredibly myopic makes it a little easier to thread the needle). I inherited from Louise Johnson about 10 cigar boxes of antique threads and odd buttons. If you can give me any suggestions for them, please advise.
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
Super bowl commercials
Personally, come game day (what game day, even tho’ it’s in my hometown and aren’t they excited), I’ll be taking a walk or fast-forwarding through the puppy bowl. Still, if I DO turn on the tube, I’ll be fast-forwarding to these….
Third post for Don
After work, I think I shall dig out all my old Funkadelic records, unless they have melted: http://youtu.be/4supWXaFgbc.
RIP Don Cornelius
RIP, Don.
He certainly enlivened many of my Saturday mornings over the years. Let’s all form a dance line this very second.
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