Somebody at the Basilica of Saint Mary was really on the ball. Just look at their domain name.
I did do some shopping today, but managed to dodge all the mall traffic. One of my errands was to buy a few groceries for a pasta dish with (obviously) leftover turkey. Like last year I heard this song on the radio, this time just before going into Cub Foods. The family is safe: As before, I don’t think I will draw any inspiration for tonight’s dinner from it.
Irish Class, November 24, 2008
Rang Gaeilge, 24ú lá Mí na Samhna 2008
Wes was out, so we had a guest instructor, Tom J.
The latest xkcd.
Some of my co-workers were talking about the troubles of the US auto industry this morning. The appeal for Federal aid came up and, inevitably, how the CEO’s of the Big Three sent the wrong message by flying to DC in their corporate jets. Apparently the argument is that they need the jets for security reasons, which led to the question:
“Who is going to shoot them? They are not worth anything.”
“….the seventh the same, and clean out the stable.”
I went to a retreat there in my Stanford days, back in the ’70’s. That weekend greatly influenced how I understand the world.
Occasionally over the decades I have thought about visiting it again. I can’t now.