The Bohemian Grove Theory

The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently – Friedrich Nietzsche

I have the distinct pleasure, or misfortune as it may be, of being an acquaintance of an actual card-carrying member of the infamous Bohemian Grove Club.

Telling stories was “Bill’s” favorite thing to do from shooting animals on an African Safari to his travel escapades; he had a story for every occasion, but most of all he loved telling about his trips to Bohemian Grove.

I remember at the time not being overly impressed by the tales he regaled us with; like the “martini machine” or to “running naked” in the redwoods with the likes of Henry Kissinger, Ronald Reagan, or James Baker. Lest you think I am kidding about the running naked in the redwoods, here is what President Clinton had to say about the Bohemian Grove, “The Bohemian club! Did you say Bohemian club? That’s where all those rich Republicans go up and stand naked against redwood trees right? I’ve never been to the Bohemian club…”


To "tink" or not to "tink," that is the question…

To "tink" or not to "tink," that is the question…

It has been a day of progression, learning, and letting go. I have always told myself I am a process knitter rather than a product knitter, and today I learned that that is most certainly true. I cast on for this sweater some two years ago or so. I painstakingly knit, and knit, and knit, and knit some more on it and as you can see, the end was in sight. One sleeve and the neckband was all that needed to be finished for this sweater to move into the “product” pile. However, I hated it. I did not like how it fit, how it looked, and how it felt… I kept telling myself that it would “grow” on me and wait until more of it is complete and then see how you like it. There were months on end that it languished in my knitting bag while I ignored it, living by the “out of sight, out of mind” policy. Well, all that changed today. In my process of life simplification, I have begun to address all that is “unfinished” in my life, which includes all various knitting projects in all their varied states.

Today, it was this poor sweater’s Day of Atonement…and in the Knitter’s vernacular, the tinking process began. (Tink: (verb) the opposite of Knit, Knit backwards)


The Exercise of Poor Judgment

I was talking to a friend last night and was lamenting the fact that I did not know what I was going to blog about today.

Well, thanks to NPR, this gem crossed my path this morning!

I was on Facebook this morning and I saw this link on my wall so I clicked the link to read the story.

Stunned disbelief is a gross understatement for what I am feeling right now.

Evidently, there is nothing wrong with writing memos that sanctions the harsh interrogation of alleged terrorist detainees, outside of it being an exercise of poor judgment.

Clearly, there is no justice in the justice system.

I am left wondering if Bush’s shenanigans will ever catch up with him and his cronies.

If you are interested in reading the entire memo from the Office of the Assistant Attorney General, you can find it here.

A Radical Departure

I have read some blogs recently and heard some “social-net” chatter the past couple of days all about the Olympics, and specifically Figure Skating.

I, however, wanted to depart from the Figure Skating discussion to share my excitement about the incredible contingency on the US Snowboarding Team!

Both men and women alike, they have captured my attention.

In particular, two members of Team USA, namely Shaun White and Kelly Clark have held my rapt attention for the past two nights.

Now, Gentle Reader, I neither snow board nor like to have my feet leave terra firma, but watching these kids execute crazy moves like inverted 720’s, or Shaun’s insanely crazy “Double McTwist 1260“, or just “catching air” I am simply amazed! These tricks all look practically impossible (at least to my 49 year old perspective) yet they pull these moves off with an apparent ease that makes me think they have wings and can fly!


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