Author Archives: Joel

… is that we actually have evenings like this. Mostly without the property damage, but…

I may have given you the impression that, when it comes to building projects, I’m not exactly Bob Villa. This impression is true. I frequently find myself doing things when, truth be told, I don’t know what the hell I’m … Continue reading →

An insanely beautiful day. I’ve got work half-done all over the place and really should be at it while the sun shines, but this morning’s walky got a little crazy. Down to the wash, turned right instead of left and … Continue reading →

Okay, see, so the previous post got me to thinking about poetry. And from there, I got to thinking about my poetry. I don’t write much poetry but every now and then the muse taps me on the shoulder, normally … Continue reading →

I get weird songs and poems stuck in my head. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m the only one who does. Anyway, I’m taking the bread out of the maker and grabbing a bite to eat, and sit down to … Continue reading →

I don’t know what the actual temperature is, because an outside thermometer remains on the “really must remember to buy one of these” list. But it’s got to be pushing eighty today. High, wispy clouds, hardly any wind at all…geez, … Continue reading →

Last weekend at our get-together someone raised a round-the-table discussion about other places a freedomista might consider going, where he or she could live more free than in America. This is a question that always flummoxes gunnies, because if we … Continue reading →

The Market your god is one Market, and Ayn Rand is its prophet! Or…something. Courtesy of CM, this… Sales of Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” have almost tripled over the first seven weeks of this year compared with sales for the … Continue reading →

Because though race isn’t my bugaboo and maybe someone else could poke holes in his logic, he seems to make sense to me.

I am a writer, and I love words. A sculptor loves shape, a painter loves color, a composer loves sound. These things are the most basic components of the art. Words are mine. I love words. That’s why I hate … Continue reading →

Came back from the build site, did a few things here and there, and went into the lair to get something; I forget what, since the shock of the scene put whatever I’d had in mind clean out of my … Continue reading →

Just hauling 2X12s down from the staging area to the trenches. Didn’t get anywhere near all of them down before running out of steam, but everything I need for the footer (except concrete, and that’s a bridge I’m going to … Continue reading →

Our new buddy Eric Holder is giving us hope and change for keeping us safe in all the old familiar ways: “As President Obama indicated during the campaign, there are just a few gun-related changes that we would like to … Continue reading →

Yeah. See, sometimes you really need to think things through. Otherwise…well, otherwise really bad things can happen. For instance: I had the notion that, since the Jeep’s little trailer could hold all the 2X12s I hadn’t already hauled to the … Continue reading →

Yeah, before I could get any of the things I need to do today done, I had to take care of my boys’ bruised and battered psyches. This required a loverly walky. Fortunately for me, the weather here is just … Continue reading →

…and I keep coming home without them. Before leaving The Place I made several stops and loaded up on stuff. Unfortunately only then did I check my account balance and found that I could no longer afford what I wanted, … Continue reading →

Boy, what a night. The boys are spoiled and convinced that they just can’t live without their mom or dad or nanny, so I expected them to come unglued at the prospect of spending most of a weekend alone and … Continue reading →

Got in this evening, thankful to find everything okay on the property except that that the dogs’ heads have not finished exploding. Had me a time, some of which I can tell you about. Also got a cunning new gift … Continue reading →

I’m going to be doing a thing for the next four or five days, which will keep me away from the scriptorium and my ‘pooter. So no speakie until Tuesday or Wednesday. The MZBs didn’t get me or anything, I’ve … Continue reading →

When I found myself without a convenient way to get to and from the town that’s about 12 miles away, there was one aspect both a blessing and a curse. The blessing was that I had an excuse to no … Continue reading →