Philip Sewell

Photo of a white squirrel raiding a bird feeder. Black Volvo station wagon in background.

Moby is unbaffled by our anti-squirrel counter measures.

People do not seem to understand that betrayal is a really powerful motivation. Target didn't promise much and we didn't really ask for much. Then they did a wrestling heel turn for no good reason, and now a lot of their former shoppers are headed to Walmart - closer, cheaper, and low expectations.

So many things to decry at the moment, but I'm going to air a rerun and marvel/stumble over the fact that all Target had to do was remain a bit less bad and be okay with that.

And now to fire up the kettle grill, add the mesquite chips, and otherwise meditate on wu wei (or not).

Hey pirates you should maybe go archive as much Cartoon Network stuff as possible now.

Sure. Everything I know about buses tells me there is more bus behind that dumpster, but the dumpster takes up the whole square. There is no bus pictured in that square.

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Aaargh!

Photo of orange tabby cat assisting with putting away the folded laundry in an armoire.

I Rocky. I help.

I have stronger than warranted opinions about packing paper.

That's it. That's the bleet.

In related news: Today I will be to-domaxxing. Right after I crush this bagel.

In wrestling storytelling there’s a concept called hotshotting where a patiently set up feud gets brought to a premature climax (Freudian baggage acknowledged) for a short ratings pop. Not exactly the same thing here, but it reminds me of it.

We cut HBO loose when it became streaming only on our cable provider and after a take-down notice on some parody fan-art from Warner Discovery, but I was hoping KotSK would be different.

Photo of steak, potato, and green beans.

Only got a picture of on plate, but I made his and hers filets with a Cabernet and shallot pan sauce with baked potato and steamed green beans as sides for yesterday evening. The pan sauce came out nicely. Should have trimmed the filet more before cooking.

Yeah, most of these are destined to be frozen and then used as an emergency cream cheese delivery system.

Having just brought home a bag of six bagels from Giant, I'm jealous while offering my sincere condolences.

Reminds me a little bit of one of the Private Snafu cartoons from WWII

Haven't read it, but sounds like typical Atlantic angle angling.

The Dems should invent a board game where voters get their donor lists and a list of predators from the Epstein files and see how many matches they can make. Voters can play it on the kitchen table so it's a "kitchen-table issue".

Well if it isn't another teleological narrative of ever-improving helmet safety that ignores what helmets are really for!

Full disclosure: I did not finish that plate of ribs.

25 year old me isn't mad; he's just disappointed.

Photo of rack of ribs before slicing.

Photo of rack of ribs with one rib sliced off showing smoke ring.

Photo of smoked ribs played with corn and green beans.

The smoked ribs came out nicely.

Should have done this yesterday when it was sunny, but I had to make a new batch of dry rub. I’ll likely finish this rack of ribs in the oven after another hour of smoking.

Amen!

At the old place I occasionally said that one of our problems is that we don't imagine or articulate what true solidarity would look like among all the workers in higher ed, and certainly "not shitting on people doing the work" is a key part of whatever that looks like.

Photo of the Susquehanna River with a bunch of ice.

The icy Susquehanna River. From the West Bank just south of the confluence of the East and West branches, looking toward Northumberland, PA.

Photo of the Susquehanna River with a bunch of ice.

The icy Susquehanna River. From the West Bank just south of the confluence of the East and West branches, looking toward Northumberland, PA.

this goes so fuckin hard

”A revolution must be started by yourself. An egg, opened from the outside, is food; opened from the inside, it is a new life.“

Ovum exteriore apertum cibus, interiore vita nova.
Revolutio exteriore est incursio.

Finally cleared enough snow from the lower driveway to make it and the garage semi-useful.

Usually we just use the upper driveway and wait for the lower to melt, but melt isn't walking through that door any time soon.

Bonus PSW trivia: Not the week of this rerun but later that summer was the time I went away to work at the camp for a week and my dad and stepmom moved houses on no notice. Came home to my mom's house and my little sister telling me we'd moved. Wait, what?

Got to thinking about the timeline, and that's episode 1.4 (really the 3 episode) of Moonlighting, so I'm not sure I saw that the first time around. I'll have to rewatch the first season to figure out when I stumbled onto the show in spring of '85.

That's what I would have been watching, though I might have switched over to Magnum if I'd seen that episode of Moonlighting, but I'm pretty sure I was at summer camp that day.

Excuse me while I copy your trip in the musical time machine.