Life and death go on of course, my post yesterday notwithstanding. I’ll be posting less, I guess, and leveraging time and effort by recycling third party output I deem worth airing. Steel city post, August 4 Those who wrote trade deals to profit … Read More »
Sorrow is neither to be avoided nor wallowed in. When unsought, its visitations wash away the rust and grime of our refusal, habitual and dulling, to say yes to this brief and miraculous event we call life. Today with Tebay … Read More »
This post picks up where Dear steel city followers left off. I publish with Jackie’s blessing conditional on my sticking to the facts and my own inner states rather than hers … On Monday we met with a doctor and … Read More »
… for the second time this summer I’m having to reduce my output on medical grounds. On Wednesday, July 22, Jackie and I were told that she has lesions on her brain – one of them bleeding – which explains … Read More »
Sunday, July 5, 2026 But the state we’re in goes beyond the pros and cons of any individual politician. No mainstream party in the UK or Europe at large shows the slightest sign of acknowledging, as prelude to serious conversation, … Read More »
The Ukraine war is not a war between two empires. We can argue this in “common sense” terms. The USA rings the planet with 800 military bases, outspends on weaponry the next ten spenders together, has been at war for … Read More »
Well my dalliance with Caitlin on the bright side didn’t last long. Likewise its accompanying promise to return today to an already written class analysis of post-Soviet Russia. Untied to any specific and fast evolving situation, and in any case … Read More »
I had meant to post a different piece today, one already written, but will save it for tomorrow. Here’s why: The statements of my intended piece, a class analysis of post Soviet Russia, is interesting but tough. That’s no cause … Read More »
Grandson Louis. We gave him everything money could buy. What did we do that was wrong? We didn’t know it was wrong. He’s leaving home, bye bye. * * *
It’s surprising what thoughts may exercise a septuagenarian as a woman thirty years his junior and met for the first time not twenty minutes earlier is sliding an index finger along his rectum. While on the receiving end of precisely … Read More »