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I thought this was funny.
Former Arizona gubernatorial candidate Kari Lake (R) attacked Rep. Ruben Gallego (D-Ariz.) as the “AOC of Arizona” on Sunday night, a week after the progressive Democrat announced he’s running for Senate in 2024.
Gallego parried back on Twitter with a dig at the failed gubernatorial candidate.
“We call Kari Lake the Kari Lake of Arizona and yes that is an insult,” Gallego wrote.
Those days are over pal. These days, you get on Rover's bad side and they are bringing the heat. The headlines are more and more frequent. Your basenji just might have a bone to pick or a score to settle and god help you if you don't see it coming...
|A good dog having a bad day. It happens...|
|Dog says sorry, was just trying to scare him|
|So why was it sold to the nice Korean family then?|
|Unloaded. Isn't that what they all say? The dog thought the gun was unloaded...|
|Karma's a bitch...|
Beware, Fido has certainly been settling scores of late and I, for one, do not think he's finished yet.
I read two or three recipes and then sort of picked and chose what sounded right. I consulted with some chef pals and got varying advice. The biggest concern was the tomatoes. One of the recipes said not to be a cheapskate and to buy the imported vine ripened Italian tomatoes, the San Marzanos. I cheaped out and bought organic romas and cherry tomatoes.
Melissa told me I was making a mistake and maybe I did. She said tomatoes don't taste good until August. Oh well. I followed Dixon's advice and broiled the romas for three or four minutes to bring the sugar up while blanching and peeling the cherry tomatoes.
I added some sugar, as Faro suggested, but in the tumult forgot to add the baking soda to cut the acidity. I thought it came out okay. The basic recipe for this veal italiano called for thyme and while I added it, I used a lot more fresh basil, which my wife said I still should have pushed even further.
I was going to start everything on the stove top and finish in the oven but realized that I was using a non stick pan so I just stuck with the cook top. I need a Le Creuset skillet.
I sort of doubt you want my recipe but it contained salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, thyme, white wine, olive oil, garlic, shallots and butter. Basil and tomatoes, touch of sugar. Seared the veal, added the shallots and garlic, browned them, removed the chops to a platter and then added the tomatoes and the wine. Reduced it down, covered it and waited for Leslie to make the pasta. Finished it with a touch more olive oil and some lemon zest. Took some intricate timing, fighting as we are for flat surfaces and cooktop in the little room.
By the way, pepe de acini, (I used DeCecco), is one of my favorite pastas. The small ends taste like a grain they are so tiny. I love the texture.
The dish was a bit more subtle than my recent offerings. Missed the killing blow but barely. The next dish, my moose roast, should be better. I do think veal chops should always be grilled but it is drizzling outside so there was no way.
I had long hair as a teenager. When I finally cut it, the ponytail of my gigantic, curly mane hung 14" long down my back. It was your basic unruly "jewfro." While it was fairly normal to see hair like this in New York City, when I moved back to Southern California in 1974, it was not. People around these parts really didn't have hair like this at this time. I was a full blown hippie pariah.
Kids at school looked at me like a freak. My own little brother John was so ashamed he refused to walk on the street with me because he was embarrassed and asked me to walk a block in front of him on the way back from school. The Vice Principal thought I was a terrorist and told me so the first day he met me at Oxnard High School. Said he was sure that he would see a lot of me at detention.
Unfortunately, no pictures exist of my hirsute period. Or so I thought anyway. Yesterday my friend Pat said she found a picture of me at school on Ancestry. Oxnard High, graduating class of 1975. She said she would send it but I just looked it up myself. Bingo.
That is me bottom center, shades on, knees and arms Indian style. I had a feather earring at this point, I believe. Worked to support my mother and brother during this period, my mom completely incapacitated from a nervous breakdown.
I wish the picture was sharper but you get the idea. Kind of look like my wife here, honestly. Or a guitar player with the MC5. Some of you might find this shot amusing. I have never seen it before. Never saw the yearbook, never went to a reunion.
I had dropped out the previous year and hitchhiked across the northwest, living on various school buses and communes but came back and graduated so my mother wouldn't flip out. Got out of Oxnard as soon as I could.
Anyone have more pics of me from this period, please send them over.
What did the Bernalillo Republican Party do after failed candidate and ex con Solomon Pena was allegedly shooting into the homes of four Democratic political opponents?
They elected him to a leadership position as County Ward Chairman.
The article was pretty chilling. Here is a snippet:
When someone shot up Linda Lopez’s house, the truth is: She didn’t even know it, and she was there. Lopez lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The shooting happened on Jan. 3. That night, she’d stayed up late with her kids, and then they’d all went to bed. It was about 1 in the morning when Lopez heard the bangs. And she assumed she knew what they were: fireworks.
Lopez’s 10-year-old daughter, Cherish, came in to her room. Cherish had her own theories about what had woken her up. She thought maybe a spider had plopped down on her face? They’d had spiders before. She’d felt something, she knew that much. “She said she’d felt some sand or dirt on her face and on her nose,” Lopez said. “And I told her, ‘Sweetheart, maybe Mom needs to clean the fan on top of the bed.’ It’s not like I’m the best housekeeper in the world, so I thought maybe that’s something that needs to happen.”
Then, they went back to sleep.
“About 6:30, quarter of 7, I woke up and proceeded to turn on the bathroom light. I looked toward my bed, and on the wall, you could see what had happened. There was a hole in my wall above my bed. And then I looked to the left, and there was a hole through the closet door—12 bullet holes total. My daughter’s room is right next to mine. And the trajectory that the bullet had, it could have grazed her head if she had been sitting up.”
Is this really what it has come to?
Postscript: Alb Journal says he was elected two days before his arrest. Still:
Shades of George Santos. People elected him, nothing we can do. Makes you wonder what actually would be disqualifying for the GOP? More at the NYT.
This is absolute bullshit, of course. Most illustrators could paint circles around the so called "fine artists", but I digress.
I was immediately taken with the high quality of the work and bought two of them. Sold one almost immediately and bought another. The vendor I bought them from was representing the estate, which possesses several hundred paintings.
I did a little research and found out that Stirnweis was one time president of the Society of Illustrators and had a long and illustrious career.
From his obit:
He was a member of St. Patrick's Parish in Jaffrey. Serving in the Army in 1954, he was stationed in Germany where he illustrated for the Army. Working as an Illustrator in NYC, he was President of the Society of Illustrators and one of the founding fathers of the Graphic Artists Guild. Shannon illustrated over 35 children's books as well as 3 books for Grumbacher Library, "The Art of Painting Dogs", "The Art of Painting Cats", and "The Art of Painting the Wild West". He recently published a book on his life as a painter, "80 Years Behind the Brush". He wanted to be remembered most for painting scenes of the American West.
He also did a lot of movie work which I am told included work on Lonesome Dove.
He won numerous medals and had at least three solo exhibitions, one at the Jaffrey Center in 2015 which resulted in the publication of the book Shannnon Stirnweis, 80 years behind the brush.
My mother, Adelle Fisher, was editor at Pinnacle Books when I was a kid.
She was responsible for a lot of pulp titles, including the Executioner, Destroyer and Edge as well as a lot of racier stuff with her Bee Line line.
So I sort of grew up in this world and was well acquainted with many of the illustrators, including my favorite, Tony DeStefano.
So it was hard for me to pass these by.
When I got home Tuesday I went about finding frames for the pieces. I tried to call Summit frames but found out that they have stopped making them.
I think the train robbery painting is really spiffy and could not look better!
If these sell I think I will arrange to buy a few more. I look forward to discovering more about this great illustrator.
So your three year old son wants to dress like a pink unicorn, what do you do? Well, I am not really qualified as a parent and am admittedly way out of my pay grade here but I think the one thing you don't do is immediately cut his wee wee off. Give him a few years, he might find a use for it.
I do not know the author but she seems positively giddy about the whole experience. I would not be surprised if she was providing junior with lots of unconscious reinforcement and shaping regarding his chromatic color choices.
She certainly sounds like she has her own agenda here.
I am not daft about the realities of a society that has thrived on categorization. Recent attacks on transgender rights at schools and legislation discouraging any education on gender identity until fourth grade, as adopted in Florida, represent an increasingly fervent backlash to broadening gender labels and norms. The idea we should stick to our own corners, like 1950s segregation, is one as old as human existence, but one that’s been proved to hinder society from thriving.
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The man is completely immoral. One does not have to wonder too much what his stance would have been in World War II regarding Hitler?
It is no wonder that he is a favorite of both Putin and the Russian propaganda press.
I honestly believe that he is a Russian asset. This is a very dangerous man. One has to wonder why Fox keeps a person so toxic and deluded around?
I am still feeling pretty rotten but the blog is having a big day for some reason, blowing up in Sweden. With over 4200 views today, well past twice my normal number, Sweden accounted for about 3500 of the total. Välkommen, friends. I hope we can share pickled herring one day and talk about old times.
I no longer have the tools to see what people are reading with too much specificity but newcomers tend to search out my earlier offerings and I track as best as I can. Not sure what brought them in. I have been also getting more African traffic lately then I have ever had in fifteen years, principally from Uganda. I am glad that Africa is getting more plugged in to the internet, welcome friends from the mother ship. I hope to return to Africa one day.
I read some of my old posts earlier this morning and honestly had forgotten many of them, 12,035 posts published as of today. As I always say, what I lack in quality I make up for with sheer volume.
Anyway not much else to report. Feel crappy, Leslie made matzoh ball soup for us last night with both chicken and turkey and made her own bone broth. She is such a talented cook, the balls were light and perfect. She wants me to get well because truth be told, she can't stand it when I am home during the day. I think it is fair to say that she is sick of me or maybe sick of me being sick? I don't know but a little of me goes a long way and absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.
Luckily I do have time to get well, no shows for a couple weeks and then two in Palm Springs and Santa Barbara. I will leave and perhaps she will like me once again one day. I might even attack and organize my shop next week, which is a total disaster.
I saw my first California poppy bloom on my street the other day, today there were several of them. The neighbor, Steph, reports a new hawk in the nest. Paper today says that they are going to name all the homeless people in the county, not exactly sure why they have to, don't they already have names? I can help them with Fallbrook, Crazy Larry, meet Smelly Pete. Psycho guy who makes odd gestures into the air communing with invisible demons, tip your hat to Tweaker Sally, the woman who likes to scream at Starbucks.
I feel a tremendous amount of compassion for those that are on the street after losing work but for so many of these people it seems more like a self inflicted wound. I have less empathy for those that would destroy themselves with potions or drink or have failed to take any responsibility for their lives.
I have been very poor in my childhood and even hungry, was laughed at for the holes in my clothes when I lived with the alcoholic, brutal, nazi stepfather and I learned early, the first rule in the universe is to wipe your own ass. No one is going to do it for you. Sadly, you are on your own in this world. Try not to crap on my stoop.
Throwing money at mentally ill street people is like pissing in the wind, it might make you feel better but is unlikely to get them to change their behavior in the long run. Or at least that is what I think. (Boy, do I sound pissy!) I hope they straighten out but wouldn't put money on it.
Catch you on a better day.