The kids are all right!
Posts by A Little Night Musing
John, thank you for your tributes.
Curious what “level playing field” is supposed to mean here. Looks to me like it means “roll over and die.”
Speaking now as a mathematician, there are various ways to define what “more” or “less” gerrymandered are, but the criteria depend very much on identifying the injured groups in advance, and oh so much else.
There is no commonly-accepted way to define a non-gerrymandered division of districts. That having been said, the Rs have been playing hardball against our good intentions long enough.
You get it.
Loved digging into the actual stacks at Brooklyn College.
I hate research now.
Loved the 1990s- early 2000s when it was difficult but rewarding.
Loved the days of digging into actual books, placing a request at the Main Library on 42nd St and getting a bundle from the (inaccessible to normal humans) stacks.
I think she’s namechecked in “Metamorphoses” as well as “Satyricon” but dammit
The Sibyl of Cumae, my namesake, endures a similar fraught relationship with reality.
Scientists are doing our damnedest. It’s hard when the “official” voices are so creepy, though.
There is good news anyway. Dr Raven the Science Maven is working on a new portal for science communication. I have hope.
Once, if everything else sucked (and it often did), our science was the shining star of the world.
Now it’s in tatters.
A century is not enough time to rebuild the trust that this administration has destroyed in barely a year.
Unca Waht!
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Walt’s up to no good. Best if you follow close.
They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway…
“Unca Waht!” I beg of you, gazing your foreshorten’d visage
Looking in at the shop-windows in Broadway the whole forenoon .... pressing the flesh of my nose to the thick plate-glass,
Hey, dreamy time is becoming easier for me to access! Hope is arpund the bend for reining in the worst of my chronic insomnia, maybe. Thanks to the usual sleep hygiene methods plus what I have learned by tough lessons along the way.
Added bonus: much dream material to build lucid dreams on.
Don’t ask what I discovered had become of my pack of Ceres juice. I really don’t want to reflect on it.
But mousies have sharp toofs.
Dust pan & brush won’t do.
So cuddles. Much floof.
Yes, a complicated legacy.
It’s just astonishing to me that, of all the Kennedy clan, by an accident *he* has been handed the most power to destroy, more than his uncle the POTUS, more than his father the AG, more than his other uncle the lion of the US Senate.
All that legacy to be burnt in a matter of months. For this.
They have a certain look about them. As if all the perturbations of life are just a blip on the radar.
No, not love she said
Don’t you know that it’s different for girls
It is, in fact, time for some game theory
I can’t even write. Dammit.
I think I’m in love L-U-V
Didn’t he also recently recommend “cleaning up the risk pool” for Medicare recently, which seems to indicate removing people whose health care is expensive from eligibility for Medicare.
I’ve another song for this, but it’s inspired a whole lot of writing, hence about 30% of the reason for my absence. The rest is, ugh, the perversity of inanimate objects.
#SongOfTheDay belatedly for #ArtemisII
This kept playing in my head as they came back around the moon and all the skippingly way to splashdown, as nervous as I’d ever been. Don’t know why this song. Feel free to speculate.
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