Must've been that speech about 'visualizing whirled peas' at the UN the other week that tipped the scales. That's classic Scandinavian fare. They must've been voting on an empty stomach.

Related: Althouse has a riddle. Also wonders if the Dalai Lama's thinking kind thoughts right now.

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*(Guess it was. Snort.)

So,

If I'm not a regular consumer of Twitter or Facebook Media, how am I to know what the hell's going on?

Cambridgeport.

On leaving the doctor's office this afternoon, decided to turn in the opposite direction, partly for the sake of adventure, partly to lay up a stock of vitamin D for the upcoming days.



Always loved this sign; am glad that it didn't get torn down as was threatened some time ago. Does it still light up?



Orange Milkweed! The stuff that grows in my yard is a much more staid shade of mauve.



Okay, I'll bite: what the heck is "Educational Fairness?"



His Latin name is Mimus polyglottus, and what a polyglottal mime he was! We heard his impression of a robin, a titmouse, a cardinal, a couple bluejay calls, a catbird, a gull, a red winged blackbird and a flicker. (Those where the calls we could identify, anyway.)



Trash Day tomorrow (Somerville): Found Pavel standing over it, musing. "You know who'd really like this." "Do you want to carry it? If you'd like, I'll carry your groceries. Won't touch that. Oh, and you can't bring it into the house. Has bedbugs or fleas or God knows what written all over it." "Oh, I don't want to touch it. Why don't you just take a picture of it?"

A bumper sticker we saw tonight:

"Vote Counting Should Be A Hand Job."