Pod People

Jul 28, 2008 | Economy, Gold, Money, Podcast

Update: If you are having trouble getting this to play, please read the notes at the bottom of this post. OK, on to the show: I forced Hal to podcast and here is the result. WAIT. Before you listen, here’s a picture of my voice and his voice: Even when I’m...

The Smartest Man I Know

Jul 26, 2008 | Hal

This is how my husband talks:"Gold’s principle value as money to everyone but bankers and politicians is that it cannot be called into existence at will to purchase votes. We are not talking about the value of gold, per se. Of course a peanut butter...

Falling Down A Rabbit Hole

Jul 24, 2008 | Political Blah-Blah

Wikipedia defines a rabbit hole as "any portal into a different or strange world." Yep, it’s looking pretty strange all right. It’s not a cool rabbit hole like Alice’s or Marlee’s. Mine is dark, deep and depressing. That darn drug war...

Three Dudes

Jul 13, 2008 | MORGAN, RYAN, Summer Vacation, Teenagers

Budding Mafiosos, from the look of ’em. Mo gets special mention as a Cuban narcotraficante lookalike. That ‘stache adds to the mystery, eh? Wonder how much money one of those narcotraficante guys make? Just kidding… drug money could not be worth it.*...

Boot Camping

Jul 10, 2008 | Guns, Summer Vacation

Here are photos of the boys at boot camp. When Hal saw the campsite photos, he shook his head and said, "Yeah, that’s camping. Where all the food has sand in it and you can’t find anything." He’s happy to be home. It’s still very,...

Theirs vs. Mine

Jul 8, 2008 | Summer Vacation

We are talking vacations here. And mine has been so much better. Here’s Hal’s email to me a week into the trip and two days into Camp Rifleman: "For the record, sleeping in a tent sucks. Camp food sucks. Restaurant food isn’t much better....

What He Said

Jul 4, 2008 | Unintended Consequences

This is one of the best blog posts I’ve read in a long time. It really spoke to me and the blogging/reading atmosphere around this place of late. I’ve hoisted meself on me own petard, as it were. So, a sea change, my dears, a sea change. Back to...