When I moved back to San Diego in September 2013, I swore to myself that I wasn’t going to do what I did during my previous stint in the area: get so comfortable that I stop doing things I love that might require some exertion. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to just settle into the beach/surf lifestyle and was instead going to venture north to the Sierras, head out to the desert, explore Mexico and even (GASP!) spend…
So, I was reading the NY Times, as I am wont to do despite my myriad complaints about the damned thing: the shitty way they treated my father (a reporter there for 22 years), the inexcusable both-sides-ism they practice so as to appear “objective” (an impossibility; fairness and honesty should be the goal), the even-more-inexcusable and morally reprehensible ways Judith Miller and Maggie Haberman sacrificed journalistic ethics and standards to make a few bucks (and, respectively, facilitated the Iraq War…
In my last post, I mentioned that my boat, Further, was waiting for her mast to get restepped (put back on, for you landlubbers) and that the job was supposed to get done around the end of April. Well, it’s now mid-June and I’m still waiting for the damned job to get done. But what makes that little detail relevant to this, my personal blog (as opposed to Further’s blog, which you can find here) is that the lease for…