On the way to work this morning I listened to NPR. They ran a clip of the Veep saying that the media misconstrued his constant statements about Iraq being a threat to the US because of its involvement with al-Qaeda. In fact, he called the media lazy. I immediately thought it is a good thing he’s already called Dick.
I am torn between making a fig and prosciutto wrap as an appetizer for dinner or making a salad with the figs I bought the other day. I read on grubreport today of a delightful fig, chevre and mache salad.
My sister got her package of mead and she emailed us a thrilled thank-you. Sometimes the government’s policy of don’t ask don’t tell works…they shipped the box that UPS wouldn’t. Speaking of my sister, she got an insider’s tour of Cape Kennedy the other day. She walked under the shuttle Endeavour and touched a shuttle tile. She also got to talk with the people that actually work on the shuttle. Damn, how cool is that?
You have to wonder about a guy in his 60′s who still goes by the name “Dick”. He must’ve been teased constantly growing up — and there were so many alternatives, “Richard”, “Rick”, “Rich”, “Richie, “Ricky”, etc. But he thought, “No, I’m a Dick, and I’m going to stay a Dick.” That kind of stubborn single-mindedness seems like a perfect metaphor for his insistence on the Iraq-al Qaeda connection.
Amen!