An Intellect Rivaled Only By Garden Tools

https://theblackkeys.com/collections/all-products/products/bumper-sticker-set

I hope that link processes properly.

It's a hat.

The hat is $48.

Now, that's a decent chunk of change. For comparison's sake, I have a Goorin Bros brown felt job, with a brim and a band. I paid...$35? On sale at Goorin. It's a substantial hat. Compare that with this hat. Brim, kinda weathered, great logo. But $48. For a ball cap.

Now, the label on that hat reads Akron Ohio on it. Obviously there's no other photo of the inside of the hat, so I'm going on the assumption that the Black Keys found someone to make hats in Akron. Made in the USA, with OSHA protections and minimum wage too.

If that's true, does that explain the price on the hat? If that's true, is that the real price for a hat made in America? If that's true, do I take a deep breath, buy the hat, and make a statement about what I'm willing to do to support economic endeavors that keep money in this country?

Yes. Yes to all of that. And it's what we're going to have to do to support our local industries, farms, and businesses. I don't want to buy books from Amazon when I have great local bookstores. I don't want to go to the supermarket when I can buy direct from farmstands. I want local infrastructure that works for my community. I'm going to make a concerted effort not to buy from chain stores if I can manage it.

Here goes nothing!

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This is the 12/22 DJ Rez radio program, from thorradio.

IF you download it, PLEASE leave me a comment saying you did? I'm curious.

Enjoy!

Sooooo....mix cds. Who would like one?

The first one fell Tuesday, when the Buffalo Bills fired a good man, Dick Jauron.

So says ESPN.com

Maybe a good guy. Kisses his kids before he goes to work, etc.

WHAT A TERRIBLE COACH THIS SEASON DOES NOT DESERVE HIS JOB.

GRRRR. YOU DO A BAD JOB YOU GET FIREDATED.

THAT'S IT.

Anyone interested on going saturday afternoon?

Okay folks. Forget Jesse Hughes of the eagles of death metal.

I WANT THIS STACHE.

Trying to get back into the writing every day thing. Gonna try and make this day one.

Rosh Hashanah was yesterday. I see the same folks at shul every year, it's like a reunion. I didn't promise to call anyone like I generally seem to; I have enough trouble keeping in touch with the people I do. Some of them are folks I went to hebrew school with back in the day. Some of them are just people I know from shul, all these years. They're really nice. I don't perceive anything but welcoming energy from them. That, and I'm there with my brother. I'm always welcome when I'm with Jeff. By no means am I not welcome when I'm by myself; they like seeing me! Jeff makes it special, though.

Dinner with the family was fuckin' spectacular. You put my cousins and I in a room, and add wine. Splosive! They are good people, and I love them so much. We're trying to figure out more ways to see one another. We have had personal issues in the past, but we seem to have gotten past them. At least the folks at my age cohort in the family. Honestly, there's not much in the way of "black sheep" in my family, these days. It's funny. There were times in my life when I couldn't stand parts of my family, and they didn't like me at all either. All that seems to have evaporated. Maybe it's because we've seen some death in our family. It seems to evaporate a lot of the stupid crap and make you realize how important it is to shut the fuck up and love your family.

-fin-

I keep having weird story ideas. I've been reading a ton lately (some re reads, but some new stuff too) and that always makes the juices flow. Last night I just took the juices and made some lesson plans, but fiction is blooming in my head. We'll see what I can make of it!

For some reason, veterans figure a lot in my plots. I don't know zactly why, but I think it's the damage. Writing well adjusted characters...I don't know. I mean no disrespect to those who fight for our country, indeed I respect them deeply. But combat changes people. And I think I'd like to write about someone like that. My grampa Joe was a tanker in wwii, and he told a story about parking the tank in a barn and walking off to have a piss, turning around to come back...and having the barn hit by an 88 shell, destroying tank, barn, and several of his mates. He reckoned that every day from then on was gravy. That's an interesting attitude, and I kind of respect the shit out of him for it, among other things. THere's a real joie de vivre that I don't always have. Writing about him helps me capture it for myself, you know?

Watching Pump Up The Volume.

I get such a kick out of this movie; good soundtrack too.

Oliver Reed died of a sudden heart attack during a break from filming Gladiator in Valletta, Malta on 2 May 1999. He was 61 years old and was reported to be heavily intoxicated at the time of his death. Racking up an $866 alcohol bill, Reed had reportedly drunk three bottles of Captain Morgan's rum, eight bottles of beer and numerous doubles of Famous Grouse whisky. He also beat five much younger Royal Navy sailors at arm wrestling at a bar called "The Pub."

If I'm gonna go, it's the oliver reed way for me.