I wanted to write about race. It is a difficult thing to do. Words always seem wrong or too small or too flat, and of course it is impossible to talk about race without offending someone - and usually its whitey. Maybe it’s because they don’t like being called ‘whitey’. But whitey is a funny word - even when I try to spit it out with as much ( Read more... )

Good full weekend. . . I mean Friday was mellow - very chocolatey - almost too chocolatey - hot chocolate after work with a cutie crazy co-worker. . . and then I went home and cleaned up and played guitar and prepped for D&D - you saw the entry - you know what happened minute by minute - good for me, boring for you - you know the drill - crawfish n ( Read more... )