Monday, December 5, 2016

Yes, Another Monday Plus Brief Weekend Recap

Tara River Canyon, Montenegro; source image here.


Just a quick update this mid-morning if only to post a new lead entry...

Monday morning.

This was a rough weekend because of Friday night. The rest of it was OK including a nice dinner at Old Ebbitt Grill at the Old Bar (Larry and Andrea are always so good to me) and a bit of dinner at the bar at La Tomate last night. Jonathan -- a.k.a., Jay Gatsby -- was welcoming to me.

Another view of the Tara River Canyon in Montenegro; source image here.


Later, I met Andrew at Trade and we ended up at D-I-K bar where I had an unexpected, pleasant meeting with Brett. However, I had a migraine headache yesterday afternoon that started with quite the aural display.

OK, I'm off to work. Tonight is a gym night and I'll update the blog with a new entry, although it's not going to be a lengthy one. Honestly, I'm feeling very blogged out there these days ...


Saturday, December 3, 2016

Jukebox Saturday Night for Dec. 3rd, 2016: The Schwarz, Funk, Diamond, and Glynne Edition

Let's start out with a nice smooth jazz piece ...

"Nuff Sad" by Schwarz & Funk from their release Eivissa Lounge Vol. 3 (2014)

Schwarz & Funk are the German duo Bob Schwarz and Jesse Funk.

I need to feature more of their music here.


Next, something old school upbeat and wonderful ...

"Forever in Blue Jeans" by Neil Diamond from his album You Don't Bring Me Flowers (1978)

Such great lyrics ... Here is the second stanza (where "can't" appears instead of "don't) ...

Money talks
But it can't sing and dance
And it can't walk
And long as I can have you
Here with me, I'd much rather be
Forever in blue jeans, babe

And honey's sweet
But it ain't nothin' next to baby's treat
And if you pardon me I'd like to say
We'll do okay
Forever in blue jeans

Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight, by the fire
All alone you and I
Nothing around
But the sound of my heart
And your sighs...


And to close out this edition of Jukebox Saturday Night, here is nice and inspirational song by Jess Glynne ...

"Don't Be So Hard On Yourself" by Jess Glynne from her release I Cry When I Laugh (2015)

The story the video tells dovetails very well with the song. This song is on the same album as Hold My Hand -- which is among my favorite songs and that I featured in this Jukebox Saturday Night edition nearly six months ago. She also does the lyrics for Clean Bandit's song Rather Be, another favorite of mine.

Glynne has such a distinctive voice.

OK, that's all for now. Please see my previous entry for a brief update.


Saturday Evening Post for December 3rd, 2016: The Hear, Speak, and See No Evil Edition

**This entry was posted December 3, 2016.**

H and 15th Streets NW, Washington, D.C., 8:00PM November 30, 2016.


I feel awful tonight.

I'm still recovering from last night -- a fun night that sort of went south at the end. (Is there any other kind with me?) Nothing catastrophic happened but it wasn't good either. However, I'm not going to get into it.

The last thing I need to do is give someone such as Jamie or the 17th Street gay mafia or anyone else who may check in over here occasionally a bunch of ammo to use against me for purposes of (in Jamie's case) annihilation of the opponent during some stupid argument over nothing or (in the mafia's case) humorous diversion at a convenient moment.

Say, I wonder what GASY the HANGRY CHIPMUNGORILLA is up to these days ... I'm sure he's at Larry's Trap House and Opium Den with the rest of the awful cast of drunken loser characters.

Jo Jo main level bar, Washington, D.C., around 1:30AM November 26, 2016.

This was on my birthday. A live jazz was playing at this late hour.


As for today, despite a few attempts, I was simply not able to get out of bed and finally up until nearly 4PM. (Oohh, and the dreams I had.) This was too late to go to the gym for my usual Saturday late afternoon/early evening 3-hour multi-part workout, and I very nearly didn't go. However, in the end I did and managed to get in a 4-mile jog (instead of 6-1/2 to 6-2/3 miles) and about 45 minutes of decent weightlifting (instead of an hour). I also went swimming.

By the end, I felt dramatically better, although not really recovered. Right now, I'm not in a good frame of mind right now -- in some combination of depressed over the path of my life and agitated/concerned.

Christmas tree in the lobby of the Willard InterContinental hotel, Washington, D.C., 10:16PM December 2, 2016.


I'm home on this chilly December night waiting for my laundry to finish. My plan is to get dinner at Old Ebbitt later. I think. My neighbor / acquaintance Andrew texted me about meeting up but I really don't feel like dealing with anybody tonight.

For the upcoming week, I suddenly have a lot to do including two tasks I failed to finish last week. This also means that blogging next week will be more of hassle than anything else. Of course, it usually is that way. 

For tomorrow, I may actually go to the gym again (despite the fact that it is Sunday) for a shortened workout. Or I may just wait until my usual Monday night.

Jukebox Saturday Night entry to follow momentarily.


Thursday, December 1, 2016

On the Record: First of December and Start of Climatological Winter

Updated 11:58PM 12/1/2016: See below.

Off the Record, Hay-Adams Hotel, Washington, D.C., November 30, 2016.

Kevin took this picture.


Apologies for lack of postings the past two nights. Both Tuesday and Wednesday after work were non-gym nights and instead I went out and wasn't able to post anything when I got home. My intention is to post an entry tonight. However, I have a work-related all-day event to attend tomorrow starting at 9AM, so I also necessarily need to get to bed at a decent hour.

On Tuesday night, Mark and I went to Trade and last night, Kevin and I met at Joe's Restaurant at the front bar and then he took me to a place I had never been, the Off the Record downstairs bar at the Hay-Adams hotel. It's located right next to Lafayette Park. The place has some interesting political-themed drink names.

Needless to say, I way overspent the past two days.

Today, is a sunny day with temps somewhere between cool and mild (around 55F). It follows some much needed rainfall the past two days that totaled at KDCA 0.64". KBWI had more with 1.33" and KIAD received the most with 1.59". It is December 1st, the first day of climatological winter.

OK, that's all for now. Again, tonight is a gym night and I intend to post an entry thereafter.

UPDATED 11:58PM 12/1/2016

OK, I was going to post an entry tonight but ...

... it is already nearly midnight, I'm quite tired (alhough I had decent gym workout), and I need to be up by 630AM in order to attend an all-day DOE peer review event that starts at 9AM. (I require minimum 2 hours from the time I get out of bed to the time I am in the office. I just don't "do" mornings.)

This means my next entry likely won't be until Saturday evening.

End of Update and of Entry.


Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Democratic Party Deserved Death or Sorry and Pity: Krystal Ball Vs. Paul; Regardless, "This Is It"

Oak tree at dusk in Glen Burnie, Md., 4:27PM Nov. 27, 2016. This picture was taken along the B&A Trail near Sunset Restaurant.


Well, I had high hopes for glorious, sprawling blog entry but that's not going to happen. It's 1:17AM as I write this and I'm way, way tired after a long day that included a full gym workout tonight.

For tomorrow after work, it's a non-gym night. I may try to post an entry after work and not take the computer. I dunno. It depends on whether we get any rain or not. Maybe I'll just stop at Trade. Or even Joe's Restaurant, again.

Oh, yes, some of my younger friends -- the "& Company" part when I say "Andrea & Company" -- reignited their on-again, off-again political debate threads, this time initiated with a series of pieces that Jake sent including this highly provocative one by Krystal Ball (Krystal Ball??) that appeared on Huffington Post two days after the election disaster (link embedded):


They said they were facing an economic apocalypse, we offered "retraining" and complained about their white privilege. Is it any wonder we lost? One after another, the dispatches came back from the provinces. The coal mines are gone, the steel mills are closed, the drugs are rampant, the towns are decimated and everywhere you look depression, despair, fear. In the face of Trump's willingness to boldly proclaim without facts or evidence that he would bring the good times back, we offered a tepid gallows logic. Well, those jobs are actually gone for good, we knowingly told them. And we offered a fantastical non-solution. We will retrain you for good jobs! Never mind that these "good jobs" didn't exist in East Kentucky or Cleveland. And as a final insult, we lectured a struggling people watching their kids die of drug overdoses about their white privilege. Can you blame them for calling bullshit? All Trump could offer was white nationalism as protection against competing with black and brown people. It wasn’t a very compelling case, but it was vastly superior to a candidate who enthusiastically backed NAFTA, seems most at ease in a room of Goldman Sachs bankers and was almost certain to do nothing for these towns other than maybe setting up a local chapter of Rednecks Who Code. We bet that Trump's manifest awfulness would be enough to let us eke out a win. We were dead wrong. Here's my version of the Democratic Party autopsy because, make no mistake, the old ways of the Democratic party must die...

I don't want to downplay the role of racism and sexism in all of this, ugly diseases that erupt and fester in times of fear. There is no doubt that Donald Trump has surfaced an ugliness and tribalism that denies our common humanity. The idea once argued that we live in a post-racial America is clearly laughable. But in spite of all of this, I don;t feel despair for our nation. Am I afraid? Of course. I don’t think anyone, including Donald Trump knows what a Donald Trump presidency will actually look like. But we did not in eight years time turn from the country that proudly elected its first African American president to a bunch of angry Klansmen. Voters were offered a choice between a possibility of catastrophe in Trump and a guarantee of mediocrity in Clinton. Clearly, they picked the high-risk bet that they felt at least gave them some chance to escape the certain economic doom that they feel in their current lives. I know in my heart though that we can do better than Trumpism. And I see an opening now to push forward with the bold ideas that the Democratic party would have rejected out of hand last week.

Crashing ocean surf at Bombo Headland Quarry, Kiama, New South Wales, Australia; Photo by Shane Arrold.


Conversely, there is this piece from about 11 days ago by Paul Krugman on his blog (which he really doesn't keep up much anymore): The Sorrow and the Pity.

A lot of people in politics and the media are scrambling to normalize what just happened to us, saying that it will all be OK and we can work with Trump. No, it won't, and no, we can't. The next occupant of the White House will be a pathological liar with a loose grip on reality; he is already surrounding himself with racists, anti-Semites, and conspiracy theorists; his administration will be the most corrupt in America history.

How did this happen? There were multiple causes, but you just can't ignore the reality that key institutions and their leaders utterly failed. Every news organization that decided, for the sake of ratings, to ignore policy and barely cover Trump scandals while obsessing over Clinton emails, every reporter who, for whatever reason -- often sheer pettiness -- played up Wikileaks nonsense and talked about how various Clinton stuff "raised questions" and "cast shadows" is complicit in this disaster. And then there's the FBI: it's quite reasonable to argue that James Comey, whether it was careerism, cowardice, or something worse, tipped the scales and may have doomed the world.

No, I'm not giving up hope. Maybe, just maybe, the sheer awfulness of what's happening will sink in. Maybe the backlash will be big enough to constrain Trump from destroying democracy in the next few months, and/or sweep his gang from power in the next few years. But if that's going to happen, enough people will have to be true patriots, which means taking a stand.

And anyone who doesn't -- who plays along and plays it safe -- is betraying America, and mankind.

I don't know what to think (what is the actual difference in their recommended solutions??), and in fact, I think nothing anymore. I'm just going to sit back (as best I can) and watch the show unfold. And what a show it will be ...

Indeed, I can't think of a better theme song for the Trump/GOP One Party Rule Reality Show starring 325 million Americans and 7.36 billion humans on this planet.

Enjoy the Show.


Monday, November 28, 2016

Monday Morning After the Thanksgiving Holiday Brief Update; Finally, a Chance of Rain; Plus Some Random Residential Glen Burnie Pictures

Old residential Glen Burnie around 1st Street and D Street SW, Glen Burnie, Md., 2:45PM November 27, 2016.

Glen Burnie -- a Census-Designated Place in Anne Arundel County consisting of the 21060 and 21061 postal "zip" codes -- has an inner residential part that is actually has a street grid system mimicking that of Washington, D.C., namely four directional quadrants (SW, NW, NE, and NW) and intersecting alpha-numeric streets.

However, the addresses along the main thoroughfares such as Ritchie Highway are actually numbered out from Baltimore.


A house in residential old Glen Burnie, Md., 2:48PM November 27, 2016.


Monday morning -- back to work after the Thanksgiving holiday weekend that included, as it almost always does, my birthday.

Yesterday, after early afternoon lunch at Hellas restaurant in Millersville with my mom and Ray in which Chester joined us, Chester and I took a walk around part of Glen Burnie. This included old residential Glen Burnie and across the grounds of Glen Burnie High School -- basically unchanged since I left there in June 1988 some 28-1/2 years ago except to include a prison-like iron fence around the inner sanctum of it and to look more suburban inner city ghetto-like than I recall.

9 Oak Lane SW, Glen Burnie, Md., 2:49PM.

I kind of like this house and it's setting. 


I'll have more to say on that in a subsequent entry, or rather, at least some pictures to show.

We then stopped at Sunset Restaurant -- at the bar -- for a drink, my second day in a row there after not having gone there since, I believe, fall 1984 (or at least at some point between 1983 and 1985). Chester then dropped me off at the BWI Rail Station and I took the final MARC train back to D.C.

Once back in the city, I took the Metro to Farragut West and then walked to Trade and then, after a couple drinks, to Exiles, where I met my neighbor, Fred, and we had another drink and some dinner before I returned home.

Tonight after work is a gym night. My intention is to post a blog entry thereafter.

An alley in residential old Glen Burnie, Md., 2:46PM November 27, 2016.

In another similarity to Washington, D.C., old residential Glen Burnie has a series of alleys between the main (side) streets geared toward garbage trucks and other service vehicles. The alleys are numbered 2XX in this part of the town. I think this is Alley 214, but I might be wrong.


Weather-wise, there is FINALLY the chance of some meaningful rainfall this week with two distinct chances. The Baltimore/Washington area is in a drought as is a large swath of the eastern U.S. Rainfall has been a whopping 80 percent below normal since Oct. 1st and about 62 percent below normal since September 1st (the start of climatological fall).

NWS WPC QPF forecast for the Lower 48 and southern Canada valid days 1 - 3, 12Z Nov. 28 - 12Z Dec. 1, 2016.


I'll post more details on this as well in a subsequent entry.

OK, that's all for now. Time to start my day.

Huffington Post headline this morning -- this one concerning Trump's bizarre tweets that Hillary's 2-1/2 million (and growing) popular vote lead was actually due to massive voter fraud (a long-running Republican shibboleth). This was triggered, in turn, by (futile) efforts (being led by Jill Stein, of all people) to have a recount in Wisconsin and other states she lost by razor-thin margins that gave the Electoral College to this megalomaniacal kleptocratic madman.


Oh, and as I mentioned recently, as we actually reach the actual start of GOP Trumpocalypse, I'm necessarily -- for my own mental well-being -- tuning out except for the really major things (which, admittedly, could be many things). As such, my intention is to significantly reduce the number and extent of political-themed entries in the months (and years) ahead.


Saturday, November 26, 2016

Jukebox Saturday Night for Nov. 26th, 2016: My Birthday and Your Love Edition

As it is my birthday and Saturday night, I should post a Jukebox Saturday Night edition even if I am away for the night. That being the case, I can't think of a better song to start off with than this wonderful one ...

"I Want Your Love" by Chic from the group's C'est Chic album (1978)

This is an extended version of it. I should note that Lady Gaga provided the lyrics to a remake of it with that was released this year. That version makes a suitably upbeat Saturday night song ...

"I Want Your Love" by Tom Ford featuring Lady Gaga and directed by Nick Knight on the Tom Ford Spring/Summer 2016 Promotional Video


And let's conclude with another song I've always loved ...

"Ride Like the Wind" by Christopher Cross (with backing vocals by Michael McDonald) from Cross's self-titled album (1980)

Great song.

OK, that's all for now. Please see my previous entry for an update.


Saturday Evening Post for November 26th, 2016: The Birthday and Sunset Edition

**This entry was posted November 26, 2016.**

Sunset as seen from my fifth floor apartment overlooking 16th and U Streets and New Hampshire Ave NW, Washington, D.C., 4:23PM November 24, 2016.

This was on Thanksgiving day just before I headed up to Silver Spring.


As a brief update ...

Here I am in Millersville (suburban Maryland) in the little back (or front) room of the trailer where live my mom and stepdad. I took the Metro to Union Station with no delays and caught a prompt MARC train to Odenton. From the time I left my apartment to the time my mom picked me up was just a bit over 1 hour, which is quick as far as those things go.

Outside Sunset Restaurant, Glen Burnie, Md., 2:47PM November 26, 2016.

Not sure why I seem to be going with a sunset theme to my 47th birthday, but so it would appear. When I woke up this morning and looked at my alarm clock, it said 9:11AM, so that didn't seem particularly auspicious, either.


The three of us went to Sunset restaurant in Glen Burnie for a low-key birthday dinner for me. I had not been to The Sunset since, I believe, 1984 when I was 14 years old. We were living on Little Road just off Ritchie Highway and my dad had visited -- not sure why -- and the three of us (that is, my parents and I) went there. (I recall walking across the nighttime deserted parking lot of what was then the Harundale Mall.)

The Sunset also has a special place for my friend BK in NYC -- where we took his parents way back when as a way of introducing them to his future husband. (Of note, Sunset has been there since 1960.)

We were home by breezy, blustery dusk and watched on Netflix the most recent episode of "The Queen." Good show.

Interior, Sunset Restaurant, Glen Burnie, Md., 2:48PM November 26, 2016.


Speaking of my father, he called tonight and we spoke for just over an hour. This is the first time we've spoken in at least a month. It was fine as those things go, and I'm glad to here how done he seems to be with Shannon. However, I'm still not quite ready to go down there to visit him. I'd prefer if he came up to D.C., but I don't see that happening, either.

For tomorrow, I'm heading back to D.C. early/mid afternoon, although we'll all go to lunch first. Actually, my mother goes to a church around here and is supposed to be there at 9AM tomorrow. Speaking of church, or rather, the Church, read this New York Times op-ed by Ross Douthat: His Holiness Declines to Answer.

I didn't know all the business was going down inside the Vatican. I mean, I knew this wonderful Pope had enemies in the Church and that there is no end of intrigue inside the Curia, but what these four archbishops are trying to do is rather blatant.

Another view inside Sunset Restaurant, Glen Burnie, Md., 2:54PM November 26, 2016.


OK, that's all for now. I'm actually going to bed in a bit. That's what you do in the suburbs by the midnight hour, if not earlier.

My next planned entry will be late Monday or early Tuesday. Jukebox Saturday Night edition to follow in a few minutes.


If It's November 26th, It Must Be My Birthday -OR- 47 and Counting

**This entry was posted November 26, 2016.**

Sunset at Fort Smallwood Park along the Chesapeake Bay in Anne Arundel Co., Md., Nov. 22, 2016; Photo by Flickr user By The Bay Photos and reposted in this CWG entry.

Hopefully, we should get some rain this coming week.


My birthday. 47 years old today.

For purposes of this blog, that just means editing the "About Me" part -- as in, increasing my age by one. (I always have difficulty finding that particular setting where that text resides since it is buried rather deeply.)

I don't really have any time to post an entry this morning as I need to get ready and get over to Union Station in order to catch a MARC train to suburban Maryland (Odenton) to meet my mom.

I had originally planned to go on Friday (yesterday), but I had too much too do both in terms of Saturday chores/tasks that I moved up a day (going to the gym and laundry) and for work (a lengthy annual employee self-appraisal). As a result, I moved the visit to today. I'm only staying for one night.

The plan is to go to a restaurant today. Owing to Ray's poor health, we really can't go far -- so no Docs Riverside Grill in Centreville (on the Eastern Shore) or even the Rusty Scupper in Baltimore but instead, to Glen Burnie's finest, Sunset.

Yours truly at Logan Tavern, Washington, D.C., 10:52PM November 25, 2016.


I had a very nice Thanksgiving at Quill's parents' house in Silver Spring. Last night was mixed in that I went to dinner at Logan Tavern but had kind of crap service seated at the bar, but then I went to Stoney's where Howie was working and he regaled with some funny family stories.

Thereafter, I walked home but detoured to JoJo on U Street, where I stood and then sat at the bar and listened to a live jazz band playing while having a few more drinks.

Lastly, I should mention that in the past 48 hours both Florence Henderson -- "Carol Brady" of The Brady Bunch -- and Fidel Castro both died, ages 82 and 90, respectively. What an odd combination.

Anyway, that's all for now. I intend to post an entry this evening from Millersville.


Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanksgiving 2016: Freedom from Want, but Not from Trump and GOP One-Party Rule; Recap of a Nice Night at Joe's Restaurant

Thanks to Aydin for sending me this.


Thanksgiving. 2016.

"Freedom from Want" by Norman Rockwell, 1943.


Thanksgiving is such an odd and oddly demanding holiday -- and certainly the biggest of all secular American holidays and with its weirdly obsessive expectation of being with family and focus on gluttony via a particular type of feast. (And then the "Black Friday" often dangerous nonsense that follows it.)

As it is, I don't even like turkey -- as a food, that is. As an animal, the turkey is an incredibly stupid creature. (Well, perhaps not the dumbest.)

They're also, by and large, treated like shit (basically tortured) by humans -- as are cows, pigs, and chickens -- when being raised for food, although there are signs of change.

Anyway, I don't have a lot of time this afternoon as I need to get ready and get to Quill's parents' house in residential Silver Spring for a dinner that includes the standard Thanksgiving fare -- and that avoids political talk and features a lot of good wine and bad puns.

Tomorrow, I'm taking the train (probably an Amtrak since I don't think MARCs run on the day after Thanksgiving) up to Anne Arundel County to visit my mom for the weekend and return on Sunday. I'm going to try to get to the gym late morning / early afternoon, though.

I have to finish a work-related performance evaluation by Monday morning and this is going to take at least a few hours -- time I need to find.

Ha ha


I only just got up because I was quite imbibed last night. Andrea and I were going to go to Old Ebbitt Grill, but the way through Lafayette Park (from McPherson Metro) was closed -- the uniformed Secret Service getting to play their favorite role of militarized armed forces, something that will be happening a lot in the Trump Era, I suspect) -- we detoured to 15th Street.

Joe's Restaurant, Washington, D.C.

This picture and some of those below are taken from online sources since the ones I took at the restaurant last night were of the usual flip-open cellphone crappy quality. I think it's obvious which are which even without the captions.


In so doing, we went past Joe's -- a curious restaurant housed in a stately building that is nearly concealed given its very subdued entrance: Just a sign with a old incandescent light shining upon it that reads: Joe's Seafood, Prime Steak & Stone Crab. There are two doors perpendicular to each other -- one on H Street and the other on 15th Street -- with frosted glass so you can't see inside.

As context, I had noticed the place last Saturday night on my way to Old Ebbitt and remarked to Andrea that I would like to try it sometime. She suggested we try it right now for a drink and we entered.

The place is HUGE (as in cavernous) and opulent in a dimly lit, old-school way. There is a front bar where we sat for a good hour and half and a smaller bar in the large dining room where we went as a sort of second stop. The place was surprisingly busy but not noisy. The wait staff and bartenders were attired very nicely with bow ties to complete the ensemble.

Above the main bar is a enormously enlarged picture of the original Joe Weiss and his wife, Jennie, standing in front of the original restaurant that was opened in 1913 in Miami Beach (but that no longer exists).

Joe's Restaurant, front bar, 5:49PM November 23, 2016.


Apparently, the Weiss family in partnership with an outfit called Lettuce Entertain You Enterprises (yes) still own and run this Joe's and two others -- one in Chicago and another in Las Vegas. (I think Joe's was actually mentioned in an episode of The Golden Girls once by Blanche.)

Joe's Restaurant looking down on the main bar area, Washington, D.C., 7:28PM November 23, 2016.


The place has a great happy hour menu (food and drink) that runs for quite a long time daily. It's definitely a dark liquor kind of place rather than vodka.

The main dining room bar of Joe's Restaurant, Washington, D.C.


Upstairs, there are other dining rooms for rent that are named for members of the family including a "Gigi." While taking a photo up there, I got the attention of a young manager, Travis, with whom I had a conversation (although I was already three Manhattans in at that point).

An upstairs dining rooms at Joe's, Washington, D.C., 7:31PM November 23, 2016.


Andrea and I also had probably one of our best political conversations -- getting into some profound topics about our own perspectives as part of the "liberal elite" living here in the Capital of the Empire at the start of the era of Trump/GOP one-party rule.

Speaking of things political, there is a growing push for a recount in three states that tipped the Electoral College to Trump -- Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and Michigan -- with fears of malware in optical scan voting machines or other cyber-attacks (including by the Russian government).

The original story for why this came about is available here. I should note that Nate Cohn of the New York Times quickly debunked the idea to his satisfaction.

It isn't clear if Hillary will press for that and, honestly, I don't think she should. (Jill Stein is pushing for it, though.) My own feeling is that we have entered this era and it is our destiny (if I can use that term) to go through it no matter what happens or the eventual outcome. Besides, even in the miniscule chance it would change the outcome, it would also probably create an even more toxic and destructive political environment than we already have.

In terms of the popular vote, Hillary is now over 2 million votes ahead -- 64.4 million to 62.3 million -- but that doesn't matter thanks to the absurd construct of the Electoral College, but I'm not going to get into that now. It's no more than a hundred thousand votes in those three states combined that made the difference (see below):

From the Cook Report: U.S. Presidential vote totals nationally and for 13 swing states as of this afternoon (Nov. 24, 2016); Click on image for larger version; Source here.


Anyway, returning to last night, Andrea and I then walked to Baan Thai where Tommy (the owner) was working the back bar. Things got fuzzy at that point, although Andrea actually stopped by my apartment and set up a digital antenna that she bought me about a year and a half ago and when I woke up -- I fell asleep while she did that -- she had left but the TV was on for the first time in my apartment since Nov. 2014.

OK, I think that's all for now. My next planned posting will likely be Friday night.