Last night El Cholo was offering a special entree: Santa Barbara Enchiladas — shrimp, chicken, mushrooms and jack cheese.
¡Muy bueno!
Again, that’s not on the regular menu but for a recommendation this is, you cannot go wrong with my favorite dish, the Sonora Style Enchilada.
And a margarita!
¡Olé!
My dad was a Naval Academy grad who served in World War II.
My brother retired after 20+ years in the Air Force.
Our family is not piggybacking on others when it comes to service to America.
So why do I not get the day off?
I well remember the last time the Republicans rode into town to get our fiscal house in order and curb the growth of government. That was in 1994. Twelve years later, when our Republican heroes were themselves ridden out of town, they still hadn’t managed to eliminate the goddamned National Endowment for the Arts.
Landsburg offers a few bits of advice to the newcomers. Maybe things will be different this time . . .
The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.
I was a Reds fan as a kid when Sparky was the manager.
He’s in the front row center in this photo, wearing a white t-shirt, as a USC batboy in 1948.
R.I.P. Sparky.
President Obama, I think the American people had a clear message: Get away from the car, you idiot. Now make yourself useful and fetch us some Slurpees.
We make a great mistake if we believe that tonight these results are somehow an embrace of the Republican party. What they are is a second chance, a second chance for Republicans to be what they said they were going to be not so long ago.
The biggest lesson I’ve learned watching my kid play on sports teams over the years is that talent has a physical component and a mental component, and the mental component is far more important.
Players who are physically talented can actually make a team worse if they don’t have their head in the game and they’re just doing their own thing out there.
I thought of this as I was reading that the Vikings just cut Randy Moss . . .
PORTLAND, Ore. — Maurice Lucas, the fierce power forward known as “The Enforcer” who helped lead the Portland Trail Blazers to the 1977 NBA title, has died after a long fight with bladder cancer. He was 58.
I enjoyed watching this guy play.
Did you know that former Blazer teammate Bill Walton named his son Luke after Lucas?
At least half of your mind is always thinking, I’ll be leaving; this won’t last. It’s a good Buddhist attitude. It prepares you for life as a Buddhist. If I were a Buddhist, this would be a great help. As it is, I’m just sad.
You have a car stuck in a ditch, so you call the mechanic, but the only tool he brings with him is a sledgehammer. And then he smashes your car to pieces and charges you $100,000 for his service. Finally, he calls you racist for complaining.
Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love
I’m sailin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing?No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome oceanOh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of BarcelonaOh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’That I might be gone a long time
And it’s only that I’m askin’
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin’Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I would want again tomorrowI got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin’
Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again
It depends on how I’m a-feelin’Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is roamin’
I’m sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin’So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
