It somehow doesn’t feel like a real Sunday without Lamar Jackson babbling incoherently into a microphone after 60 minutes of redefining the quarterback position. Well, at least I’ll be enjoying some vindaloo while watching SP going nuts at the TV set, swaddled in her Green Bay gear. “That Aaron Rodgers, his eyes are just soooooo dreamy…” There’s cold Gruet, and after that and a few bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade, I should be ready to cheer on the Bills as they destroy any playoff hopes of the Steelers. It will almost be like a birthday present except it’s not my birthday.

But it IS the birthday of a guy who deserved his glowing recommendations; the most famous farmer of the ’60s; one of the most interesting and sane voices in science; and one of the funniest and most charming people SP and I have ever seen in live performance.

On to the news.

 

Speaking of Baltimore…

 

Speaking of the Ravens… 

 

More Trump antisemitism. Or something.

 

“Whatever it takes to get re-elected.”

 

I think this is kinda hot.

 

The first of several articles from Science. And why I will never give a penny to AAAS.

 

More Science Gone Woke.

 

And yet more Science Gone Woke.

 

Even more Science Gone Woke.

 

Old Guy Music- I just love these guys, pure joy. Pure, pure joy.