Hammer Mill Days

The good news is, we've scored a ride to the stars. The bad news is... it's aboard a doomed ship sent from hell. Not the kind of luxury we're accustomed to, but hey... we'll manage. Big Green will be departing for Jupiter, Neptune, Pluto, and points east (I believe it's east) on September 29 for our [INSERT NAME HERE] Interstellar Tour 2011. Not that the date is much of a concern, now that Mitch Macaphee has a tenuous hold on the time-space continuum. If we miss our launch date, what the hell, we just have Mitch send us back a few days. Depending upon what kind of a mood he's in, that could be easy or hard, very hard. (Actually, Matt thinks that if you run backwards really fast, you will go back in time. Call me a skeptic... though I've noticed that when you run forward real fast, time seems to move forward . If this were an elegant universe, the converse would be true. And no, I don't mean the sneaker.) I should mention that, as we wait for our depar

I'll just do short takes today. No, not shortcakes ! Short TAKES , damnit! Ten and Counting. I find it hard to mark the anniversary of 9/11. I've always kind of bridled at the idea, pretty much since the first six-month anniversary of that awful day. It's a thing that's always with us, seared into our consciousness, a pall cast over our democracy. Do we need a ceremonial reminder? I don't know. If it brings people solace in some small way, it's worth it. For myself, though, it feels superfluous. Every day is a reminder. There are enduring monuments to that day. Probably the most imposing are our wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, still going after the death of Osama Bin Laden. What a legacy, eh? All the more bitter, really, since we still have malevolent actors like Dick Cheney running around, peddling their twisted rationales for atrocities they played a central role in committing. Even with all this, I spent a good amount of time watching that film by those French