Somewhere in Connecticut on the Wilbur Cross Parkway

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Somewhere in Connecticut on the Wilbur Cross Parkway

There are some things that are incongruous, though. We just recently got rid of blue laws. Some of the most racist public actions in recent history were the Southie anti-busing protests of 40 years ago. We have low unemployment, but close to the worst income disparity in the nation.
Driving home from taking the younger one to middle to school, I saw this on the car in front of me.

It’s been around for 7 years already, so I guess the answer is since 2010. Let it be said in favor of the Commonwealth’s residents that I have driven around for this period without encountering this license plate. Either there aren’t a lot of these plates on cars, or I’m too busy texting while I drive.
The phrase “choose life” comes from Deuteronomy 30:19. The Torah here is talking about the consequences of not living a life according to its laws. It reads:
If someone really believed in “choosing life” as specified by the Bible, that person would be keeping the Jewish dietary laws (say ‘goodbye!’ to lobstah and chowdah), observing the Jewish Sabbath, putting mezuzot on the doorways of their houses, and not mixing wool with linen.
I’m not expecting a massive rush to buy a second set of dishes by everyone who is anti-choice. It’s bad enough that the quote is a misuse of religion. But, hey, speech is free. Say what you want. The real problem with the license plate is not that it the people using the “Choose Life” phrase are being ignorant (willfully or otherwise); it’s that it just doesn’t belong on a form of vehicle identification that is supplied by the state. It should go.
Pinhole camera. Expired 600 series monochrome color film from the Impossible Project

After consulting with numerous feng shui masters, designers from ad agencies, the National Security Council, and the guy with large bags of empty cans, we came up with this. It’s Baskerville 2, free from WordPress.

Taken with expired (Nov 14) Impossible Project B & W. Used a Polaroid 680 SE.

the beard goes away. Then it comes back.
I really don’t like posting pictures of myself, and I fucking hate selfies, but, well, shaving.






The Shipping News, by E. Annie Proulx, 1993
Best novel I ever read that takes place in Newfoundland. Not a bad read.
Quote: “And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery.”
I’m still waiting to get back to the author on that one. She lives in the neighboring state, so I suppose I could stop by for tea sometime.
Send me your address, and I’ll send you the book. I’ll trust you to pay me back for the postage. Or you can donate to PAZ.
Did they really ever go away?
Great. Another $54 billion for the military-industrial complex. Not so strangely, no discussion of a draft. I’m sick of hearing how everyone loves the military, yet it seems no one has a problem using them like insensate tools.
Until everyone has skin in the game, please shut the fuck up with your saber rattling.