My old frenemy.

Alternative title, “Where young people go to retire.”
One day last week, I spent 45 minutes sitting on a street corner in Portland. During my urban meditation, I marveled at three 20-something retirees, who weren’t in school or at work, as they waited forever for the light to change so they could cross the busy street where their gritty thrift store destination lied.
The first was a tall, rail thin young woman with a shaved head. Facial piercings galore, tats, cool sunglasses, and ten inch black platform shoes. Topped off with a cancer stick. A one-off if there ever was one.
Psych! Her shorter, less thin friend also had numerous facial piercings and tats, ten inch black platform shoes and a cigarette.
The third amigo, smoking like a chimney and the token male, had multitudinous facial piercings and tats, and can you guess, black ten inch platform shoes.
If spotted alone, you’d give any of them props for keeping the spirit of Portlandia alive. Aesthetic norms be damned and all.
But together?! Their funky ensembles devolved into uniforms that diluted whatever statement they were hoping to make about the more conventional ways most of us appear most of the time.
“About 120 people aboard a Monterey Bay Whale Watch boat Thanksgiving morning witnessed a rare sighting of a pod of killer whales hunting sea lions in the bay. A few minutes into the encounter, one whale punted a sea lion almost 20 feet into the air, a common hunting tactic used by killer whales to slow down and exhaust its prey. . . .
Although many people on the boat were excited to lay eyes on the killer whales, some raised concern about the well-being of the sea lions, according to a photographer on the boat who called the scene “bittersweet” but a necessary part of nature.
‘Of course you feel bad for the sea lion, but you have to remember it’s nature and without sea lions, the pod wouldn’t survive without the food,’ photographer Morgan Quimby said.
Talty, who has seen a sea lion punt “multiple times” in her six years of working at Monterey Bay Whale Watch, said witnessing such a moment is quite rare.
‘You have to be at the right place at the right time,’ Talty said. ‘You could even get the hunt when they’ve already punted the sea lion, because oftentimes that’s done in the beginning of the hunt when they’re first trying to get the sea lion exhausted, separate it if it’s in a group.’
Based on the behavior of the four whales, Talty said it was a training session for the new calf in the pod that was learning how to hunt with its mother, grandmother and aunt.
‘Once they successfully killed a sea lion, the members of the pod took turns displaying attack maneuvers and behaviors to further instruct their newest pod member on how to hunt,’ Monterey Bay Whale Watch said Friday.”
As is often the case this time of year, the dad, grandfather, and uncle were watching football.
Pictures here.
After a bit more lively Michigan-Ohio State second half, and a relatively low-scoring Apple Cup, some PressingPausers had the audacity to call my football acumen into question. Dare we ask, maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about?
I’m glad I was wrong about the fate of the hostages. Granted, those released so far are just a fraction of the total, but I was afraid all of them were going to be killed. Dare we ask, are the humble blogger’s geopolitical smarts right up there with his football perspicacity?
Being so young-in-spirit and healthy, I figured why get jabbed this fall. So now that I’m sick, dare we consider the fact that my medical science/public health aptitude leaves a lot to be desired?
It’s halftime.
Washington’s and Oregon’s offenses are exponentially better than both Michigan’s and Ohio State’s. Two words come to mind to describe the extremely over-hyped Big Teners’ offenses—moribund and flaccid. Take your pick.
Nix and Penix are professional quarterbacks. Harrison aside, Washington’s and Oregon’s skill players are way more skilled.
Whichever of the over-hyped B10 teams make it into the playoffs, Georgia, Oregon, and/or Washington will make quick work of them.
The “big game” is exciting, I suppose, if you like three-yard runs and punting.
Trump, on Biden’s 81st birthday, releases doctor’s note that says he’s in ‘excellent’ health.
“Attestations of Trump’s rigor by his doctors have become a genre of their own.
In late December 2015, during his first campaign for the Republican nomination, Trump’s campaign released a glowing letter from the late Dr. Harold N. Bornstein that claimed Trump, a known fast food aficionado who eschewed vigorous exercise, would ‘unequivocally’ be the ‘the healthiest individual ever elected to the presidency.’
Bornstein later revealed that Trump had dictated the glowing assessment himself, calling it ‘black humor’ and admitting that he had written it in five minutes while a limo sent by the then-candidate waited outside his office.
‘I just made it up as I went along,’ he told CNN in 2018. ‘It’s like the movie ‘Fargo.’ It takes the truth and moves it in a different direction.’
By “different”, Bornstein means laughably false. What the “Elite Strike Force” is to law, Bornstein is to medicine.
“To speak on my experience with JS in the 5 years I have known her would fill a New York Times best seller, to know her is like having a piece of the solar system that luminates joy and unapologetic truth.”
That was the first sentence. Where do you go from there?
Kolter Stevenson for the win. And the University of Montana. Go Grizz.
Big sis received an email message today from the family U:
Just wanted to touch base with you and share some very exciting news! Kolter has been the recipient of the Donald J. Byrnes Scholarship for the last three years. Last week it was announced that he was awarded the very prestigious Rhodes Scholarship. As a College of Business student, we could not be prouder of him and his accomplishments during his college career. We expect to see this young man’s name for years to come as he changes the world!
By Darbe Saxbe. Filled with important insights.