Thoughts from yesterday…
In the U.S. who refers to a 5-acre farm as a “compound”? That got the side-eye from me as my family and I were seated in the middle of it. Notable compounds include the Aryan Nations property in Idaho. Maybe I’m just paranoid.
My nephew, permanent employee of some Koch-funded political PAC, was waxing enthusiastic over the joys of public shaming for the offense of shoplifting and how it would lower taxes spent on criminal justice. To me, “pick your switch” comes across as cruel and unusual punishment. He’s also got a mad man-crush on Frederic Bastiat, founder of the pre-industrial version of “I got mine, so screw you” libertarian thought.
One young guy had just returned from several months in Japan and loved the experience. Cultural exposure did him the same good it did me.
My niece was stunning. And, since she’s a beautician who carries hair-care implements like I tote tools, the rest of the wedding party was perfectly coiffed. The girl has mad, mad skills.
Good evening overall, in spite of repeatedly stepping in the same damn gopher hole as I ran pans of food from where we were cooking to where the serving line was.