A McDonald’s where the sign has been reduced to McDo.
There is no McTry.
A McDonald’s where the sign has been reduced to McDo.
There is no McTry.
A bedroom with a bed and two lamps. All three walls are bookshelves from floor to ceiling.
We visited an open house in Harlem tonight. Gorgeous place and this is my dream bedroom.
Imagine sleeping surrounded by all those books. They come with the house (if you want).
End of an era. Greg helped open my eyes to the wisdom of eating seasonally and locally. He also made a killer sausage and kick-ass martini. Hope to squeeze in a visit before he calls it quits. www.oregonlive.com/dining/2026/04/chef-greg...
John Prine at home. Photo by David McLister. Courtesy of Fiona Whelan Prine.
Six years since we lost John Prine’s voice, but not his spirit.
I’d like to believe this. Most days, I don’t. He and minions are gonna be filthy rich and continue to undermine our democracy.
Someone with the handle @velocity69.bsky.social is sharing a video with the caption:
"The highest quality video of the moon was just released…
so beautiful
* Artemis II"
It's gone viral, but it's not from Artemis II. If you've shared it, you might want to un-share.
Watching Trump at this press conference should be very familiar to anyone who has had an elderly parent or grandparent. One of the characteristics of mental decline is that their ability to tell a story leaves them and they are increasingly incoherent, prone to distraction and non sequitur.
So sorry, Deborah. No one should have to endure that, anywhere.
This would be hilarious except that these goofballs and jackasses hold our lives, and the fate of the world, in their hands. #giftlink #giftarticle
I Work Very Hard, And I Would Like To Try Cake By A Horse Hello. I am a horse. I work very hard at my job of being a horse. When humans say move the heavy thing, I move the heavy thing. When humans sit on top of me and pull on my head, I carry them where they want to go. The main food the humans give me is hay and oats. But I am thinking it would be nice to have a different food. I am thinking I would like to try cake. Yes, yes. Cake. I know all about it. When humans eat cake, it is in glad times. It is the food for a celebration, such as when a woman becomes 47. I have seen cake on the Fourth of July. When humans have a cake, they stand around it and clap hands and smile and say happy birthday at each other. Sometimes there are beautiful markings on a cake, such as balloons or a pink shape. Sometimes the top of a cake is on fire and a boy must blow on the fire with mouth wind. This is the scariest cake. I do not want this kind. But I will eat any other cake. Any cake that is not the fire cake that tries to kill the boy. Please understand: I do not get money for doing work. I do not get to go inside the house. All I am either doing my horse job or standing in my pen or eating food off the floor. I always do these things. But I have never once gotten cake and I would like it very much. I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children. I am more helpful to the farm. Children do not move the heavy things like me or let anyone ride on them. And yet they get cake. Maybe the humans will realize this. Maybe they will say, "You know who deserves cake? That horse. That horse whose back we are always on." Every day I dream about what it will be like if I get to eat cake. Here is what will happen. First, I will walk to the cake and putt my nose at it like hrrfff to make and stomping my hooves to make sure it is not a snake. Then I will trot in a circle to show that I am a horse and I am large. After that, I will nuzzle the cake to …
The horse op-ed is an instant classic. I can't tell you how much joy this piece gives me.
It should be taught in every introductory writing class in no small part because the horse arguments are so compelling. "I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children."
Never gets old
The full moon is partly obscured behind branches of trees
She doesn’t care that we’re coming, but she left the porch light on for us anyway. 🌙🌕🔭🧑🚀📷
And at least half of the action happens in a bar!
Screenshot from the Atlantic covering yesterday’s protest, showing a woman dressed as lady liberty being arrested. The caption reads Etienne Laurent / AFP / Getty LAPD officers arrest a protester dressed as Lady Liberty in chains, following clashes near the Metropolitan Detention Center during the "No Kings" national day of protest in Los Angeles on March 28, 2026.
Her grin knowing how this arrest looks
(Published in The Atlantic today)
Let me know what you think. For various reasons it spoke to me on an elemental level at the time, and on repeated viewings I’m amazed at how wonderfully handmade it feels for a Hollywood flick. Still one of my top 5 of all time. Cheers!
Stop scrolling & post two characters who bring you happiness.
You know our country’s leaders are shit when America the Beautiful becomes a protest song. #nokings
So awesome!
Thousands turned out for #nokings in heavily red So. Oregon. I helped lead one of a dozen song pods providing a musical backdrop.
As part of this Saturday’s No Kings rally in Medford, local musicians have organized a “Raise Our Voices Singalong” starting at 12:30 pm. I’ll be accompanying our group on guitar at the corner of Market and Biddle. We’ll sing America the Beautiful, Blowin in the Wind and We Shall Overcome. Join us!
Read this short thread. Better than most rom-coms.
Wind, sun, and electric cars don't sound so bad now, do they, assholes.
No, ours. His popularity is greatest among those whose world view is shaped by the ideals of bravado and conquest—mostly men, and women who have bought into this male-dominated, racist, FPS/pro wrestling fantasyland. The fact that he is so abjectly disgusting is actually part of that appeal.
Testosterone. The hormone of sex drive, subjugation and insanity.
How come what a narrator does is narration, but what a janitor does is not janitation?
It has actually been around for a long time. Harry Craddock included the recipe in The Savoy Cocktail Book (1930). Of course, longevity does not equate to quality.
Crimson and purple clouds above silhouetted hills at sunset
Drama aloft in Southern Oregon