I really like The Guardian. They use Nation columnists regularly and had a long piece on Krugman's new book today. And in a front page opinion piece they had this to say about the Thames Jubilee activities yesterday: "It was as if the Occupy movement had seized the commanding heights of capitalism, rather than come to honor the 86-year-old embodiment of enough inherited wealth and priviege to shame an investment banker."
I got up early with the temperature in the high 30's and walked out of town to the Castlerigg Stone Circle. It is 5000 years old and I had it all to myself.
The town square was deserted.
The views from the trail were crisp, like the air.
And the circle?
The return trip was the same ol', same ol'.
We had our typical variation of the "full English breakfast," museli and fruit along with toast, and fried mushrooms, tomato, and egg. Then we went shopping. After lunch we watched an escape artist perform in the town square. He had a couple of the guys in the crownd bind him up in chains. He remarked upon being locked in the chains and before escaping that he was " as nervous as an American before a geography exam."
Upon arriving home because it was too nippy to sit in the square any longer, we met our host sitting in shorts and a tee reading in the sun. Rhonda asked why he was sitting out and he said, "It's summer." It was 57. This is the the view down our street.












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