From Elsewhere . . .
- Paul Krugman spent the day cycling and the evening drinking beer. You can do that if you've won the Nobel Prize. You can do that if you haven't won the Nobel Prize.
- Local entertainment is like local food. Generally the taste is better, but even if it's not, buying local makes where I live better. (And where I live isn't just where I plant my feet.)
- The "door closes on [whatever]" metaphor is getting tiresome.
- Colorado still suffers from the mad idea that every public service should pay for itself, except all that stupid stuff we took for granted in the 1950s. (We have an inalienable right to all that stuff.) That, and an unwillingness to lead that seeps into the marrows of our public officeholders.
- Mental health . . . one is responsible for one's own. It is not an excuse or even vaguely okay to say "I didn't feel like getting up today." "You made me [mad|depressed|a jerk]!", isn't any better.
Bicycle Diaries has fascinating commentary about a 1922 Chicago Tribune article: "Every 19th cager driving the streets had killed or injured a human being in 1921."
(Bicycle Diaries found the article on The Hope Chest.)
Comments:
Phew!
Today, Bloomsday, is a particularly good day for bike ride and drink.
