No, I’m sorry, but I’m just way too angry and disappointed at the thought that almost half this country is voting for that orange skinned, ferret headed, utterly ignorant, bankrupt businessman, Mussolini wanna-be Donald J. Trump. Seriously, you’d think that after being outed as a racist ass hole, support for this guy would have narrowed to people who wear pointy white hoods. But nooooo. In fact, there seems to be something about Lying, Cheating and Stealing that actually excites a substantial portion of the American electorate. Who are you people???
Please, we can date later. Now is the time to work for Hillary.
I guess this is where I say I enjoy long walks on the beach, getting dressed up for a night on the town and curling up on the couch to watch a movie -- usually all on the same night. My job as a whaling ship captain keeps me hopping, mostly because I have a peg leg, although that may change when I go into the federal witness protection program next month.
Sorry. Let's start again. I'm not very good at talking about myself. I'd much rather talk about something important, like why Chinese take-out in New York is so much better than in LA. Or why the drive up to Big Sur never stops being amazing. Or what Paul Krugman said in the NY Times this morning. Or why Preston Sturges's "Sullivan's Travels" is more wonderful every time I watch it. Or how I'd love it if you taught me how to rock climb. Or how you definitely should come up with me for my next flying lesson. Or why dogs are the most perfect creatures on Earth.
I believe all the best stuff in life is the stuff we build ourselves, especially when you build it with the help of wonderful people. Life's way too short for too much seriousness.
I'm at the gym pretty much every day, so I guess I'd hope fitness is something you'd take seriously too.
By the way, the pup in the photos is Madeline, although she prefers to be called Maddie.
My good friends and my good family.
The NY Times in the morning.
My wood shop.
My car. (I'm sorry, but I really love my car.)