My mom and dad drove over for a visit this weekend. I took them to the Syracuse Zoo (it was a zoo at the zoo, tourists everywhere) and bumped around Ithaca for a few days. We got up early to hear Bill Clinton address the graduating class. God, what a fantastic speaker that man is. Unlike some occupants of the White House I might mention.
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My mom, the rural library director, reported yesterday that small Michigan libraries are in deep euphemism as a result of across-the-board state budget cuts. If George Bush’s stupid deficit makes my mom’s library close, I’m going to be one very irate informationist.
Wait. I already am an irate informationist.
There’s a sludgy pond thing up front where you occasionally see frogs and snails and snakes and water plants. The water is about three inches deep and is covered with a viscous green slime. Anyway, this morning there were two geese swimming around in it, revealing in them a general lack of concern for quality or depth. There’s a perfectly lovely lake about ten feet away, but these fellows were just cheerfully dragging themselves through the slime. Of course, as far as I can tell, geese eat slime, so it might be like a big bowl of Cheerios as far as they’re concerned. What the hell do I know? I make websites.
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