Hammer Mill Days

What do you mean what am I listening to? Music. What the hell do you think? It's my abandoned storage room. You got a problem with that? You do ? Hmmm. Okay. Well, here we are - another February at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, and let's just say things are getting a little slow around the Big Green collective enterprise. For the world is frozen and I have touched the sky. (Wasn't that almost a Star Trek episode?) 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky - how about that? Anyway, not much to do this month except catch up on my reading and listen to some tunes. I made the mistake of cranking up some traditional jazz - Lenny Breau, to be exact - and our mad science advisor Mitch Macaphee took exception to that. Not a jazz fan he. I think he's partial to Wagner. Porter Wagner. Actually, it's not just the music that has Mitch acting ornery. He's been at sixes and sevens ever since that Space-X launch of the "Falcon Heavy" and the subsequent touchdown of...

I haven't been watching the Olympics, I freely admit. I've never been a sports fan at all - just can't get interested or excited about it. That said, these Winter Games have been more interesting than usual for me, and it's not because of our hometown pride Erin Hamlin (though I wish her well). For me it's all about the ongoing conflict/standoff over the Korean peninsula, and in that regard, the person who should be taking a gold medal home from these games is President Moon. And that medal should be the Nobel Peace Prize. He certainly deserves it, even if the detente between the two Koreas falls apart. At a time of almost unprecedented tension, and despite the overbearing patrimony of their American "ally", the South Korean president agreed to what was a stunning demonstration of unity in the midst of one of the most broadly watched sporting events in the world. Sure, it was symbolic, but symbolism can be powerful and it can drive policy. North and Sou...