Mac is back. The explanation for why it decided to linger in sign-on mode was not particularly satisfactory. I know it's over three years old (an eon in computer years), but the hard drive was replaced in January. As far as I'm concerned it shouldn't have acted up.
It's enough to try your loyalty, which should have been put more to the test last winter but wasn't, since: a) it was under warranty and didn't affect me financially, and b) when you love something you overlook its faults. My loyalty remained completely entrenched.
It still is firmly in place, even though Mac has been returned with some peculiarities - such as the bar with all the nifty features in the TypePad word processor disappearing. That was on one browser, they exist on another, I'll figure out the browser eccentricities later. I'm sure it's not the only thing I'll have to work the kinks out of. All of my files appear to be intact and that's the important thing. Software can always be reloaded.
Now that summer has finally shown up in all its glory (it was in the 90s yesterday), and we trot into the dog days the news surrounding White House magician Rove is starting to reach a fever pitch. What an amazing news conference the other day. Daily there are more golden nuggets to chew on. I'm loving the disingenuous position that Rove didn't actually use the CIA operatives name, he didn't know it. Maybe it's just me, but it doesn't seem too far of a leap to be told so-and-so's WIFE, and then track her down and know her name. Again, maybe that's just me.
Meanwhile, close to home the yearly meeting at the Bohemian Grove encampment of the rich and powerful is getting ready to role. Of course, the protesters are gearing up, too. It's rather confusing that something called "Bohemian" is being protested by the people doing the protesting, but then again it doesn't sound like those that gather are exactly bongo-playing hipsters.
An article written back in '01 by Alexander Cockburn describes the gathering according to lefty POV. Right now I'm relishing a quote (because it is just so typical) that I read in this morning's paper by one of the former attendees. Evidently Richard Nixon described it as (those tapes do come in handy) "the most faggy godddamned thing you could ever imagine." And Herbert Hoover (yes, its been going on a long time) called it "the greatest men's party on Earth."
So the greatest gathering on Earth of rich and powerful and mainly white men (who basically rule the world) takes place every summer in the Bohemian Grove along the Russian River. You gotta love the best oxymoron ever.
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