Anarchy in the WA

I could blame work stuff for the light blogging these last few days but really it’s Tim Schumann’s fault. Here’s a picture of the guilty party, looking extra shaggy:

Tim is now a colleague at Real Clear. He is an editor with Real Clear Tech and does some afternoon updates for Real Clear Religion, but before that we were a couple of guys in DC.

We met at some gathering, probably the regular Sunday night thing. Tim, you need to understand, is a highly theoretical human being and a talker. He was holding forth that night on a dozen different notions at least.

Tim explained at one point, “I am an anarchist.”

“And I,” said I, “am an archist.”

He was momentarily speechless.

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Poem for the Whiners

People in Lynden and Whatcom County generally have started whining about the unseasonably hot weather. This would not bother me were it not for the fact that I just spent months listening to folks go on about how cold and cloudy it was. It all brings to mind a poem that my late Grandpa Lott used to recite:

As a rule
man’s a fool

When it’s hot
he wants it cool

When it’s cool
he wants it hot

Always wanting
what is not

As a rule
man’s a fool

Children of the Corn Like You’ve Never Seen It Before

OK, here’s a picture of what I was up to over the last day. That’s the menu for Children of the Corn being projected onto a screen in my back yard, just as the last light of the sun fades, in front of a cornfield. We had the usual suspects over, sat on the back porch, and watched this beloved B movie classic.

When that was done, we took down the screen, projected onto corn and trees and had an impromptu dance party and one epic air guitar solo. No pictures were taken of any of that, thank God.

View From My Hammock

Yes, that is a cornfield over the back fence. Some Sunday night this month, a friend is going to put his portable but massive movie screen with projector in place and we’re going to watch Children of the Corn in front of all those ears. Pretty sure Stephen King would approve.

Blisters, Banners and Bribes

Due to an embarrassing foot injury, the plan for Saturday had been to take it easy. Instead, I found myself marching for miles, holding up one end of a candidate’s banner in the Birch Bay parade.

The joke after was that I could now add “mediocre banner carrier” to my resume, and that was being generous. I did a poor job matching the stride of my fellow banner carrier and an even poorer job of centering us. You’re supposed to smile and wave to the crowd, but a) the foot hurt and b) I’m just not that much of a multitasker.

In my limited defense, there were a lot of future voters to bribe. I was also holding a bucket of candy and tossing it to children along the route. The goal was to toss one piece per kid, to avoid a repeat of those chimpanzee experiments with too few bananas.

And somewhere along the way, two thoughts occurred to me. First, I had never even thought of doing anything like this before. Second, I hadn’t endorsed the guy whose banner I was carrying. More on this tomorrow…

Only in Bellingham

Why, yes, that is a Mazda Miata towing a large, recently used dirt bike with a Jack-in-the-Box in the background.

Saturday Night Dead

For over a decade, my fair state had its own version of Saturday Night Live. It was called Almost Live! and oh how I miss it. To play you out for the week, here’s one of my favorite bits from it called “Folk Songs of the Slightly Inebriated.”

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