Bad news Sunday

Last nights UK game was tragic. We played OK – not great, but moments of strong play. But the game was taken away from us by a ridiculous foul call with 14 seconds left. 14 seconds, we’re up by 3, and we lose. Just heartbreaking. This is a very tough team to watch. I’m still taking the grandsons to a game at Rupp next weekend, but games like last night take some of the joy out of it.

In politics, Convict Donny has decided to say FU to SCOTUS and double down on tariffs through a new mechanism. Does anyone even know why we’re still tariffing any country? And BTW, there’s no chance that the $175B already collected in tariffs will ever get refunded to the companies and consumers who paid it.

Homeland Security (an oxymoron if there ever was one) is shutting down TSA Pre starting this weekend, just in time for my air travel on Tuesday. Perfect. Security lines should be massive.

A man was shot and killed at Mar A Lago and it wasn’t…well, you know.

It turns out that ICE has shot and killed 3 US citizens in their lawless rampages, not just the two in Minnesota. They killed an innocent young man in Texas last month and we’re just now hearing about it. Oops.

Tennessee is going full Handmaid’s Tale. A new law proposed there would authorize the death penalty for any woman getting an abortion, for any reason. In perfect Orwellian language, the law authorizing the death penalty is called the Human Life Protection Act. Unreal.

Our tax dollars “at work”: “Trump administration officials have struggled to figure out how to increase U.S. military spending by a whopping $500 billion in their forthcoming budget, slowing the overall White House spending plan, four people familiar with the matter said.” We’re cutting spending on education, health, the EPA, but we’re gonna spend an extra half a trillion dollars on the military. Insanity.

Having noted all this, I’m gonna have to work myself out of the mood last night’s game put me in. Time for a reset.

Our 2026 Welcome Wagon for tourists

This is sad, scary, extreme, and irritating as hell. Convict Donny’s ICE goons are making the US a place no foreigner in their right mind would visit.

‘Don’t go to the US – not with Trump in charge’: the UK tourist with a valid visa detained by ICE for six weeks 

Karen Newton was in America on the trip of a lifetime when she was shackled, transported and held for weeks on end. With tourism to the US under increasing strain, she says, ‘If it can happen to me, it can happen to anyone’

This doesn’t bode well for the 2026 World Cup events in the US. I sure wouldn’t attend if I were from Europe or S America. If I were held in prison for six weeks, sleeping on a concrete floor, once I recovered I’d spend my life savings on lawyers to strike back at the bastards who took me.

In related news, US National Park attendance is down 11M visits in Convict Donny’s first year. I wonder why?

My new assistant

I made a small technology investment this week – I paid $200 for an annual subscription to Anthropic’s Cowork, which is their Claude Sonnet 4.6 large language model (LLM) with extensions to make it more useful as a personal assistant. I figured it was time to dive into the current state of AI a bit deeper.

So far it has already paid for itself. There’s a tax preparation step I despise, which is going through a year’s worth of multiple credit card statements and allocating expense to the various businesses I still keep running – the Louisville rental property business, the Turo car rental business, and my independent consulting LLC. That takes *hours* and multiple passes through about a hundred pages of small font pages to produce a spreadsheet report of my tax-relevant expenses. It’s really no fun.

So I loaded up all those pages of credit card statements and told Claude to scan through the data and produce a spreadsheet of expenses with categories I defined. That took the AI about 15 minutes. Then I had Claude edit the spreadsheet and allocated those summed expenses across the businesses according to some rules I gave it. Another 15 minutes. I then did a final edit of the spreadsheet by hand, and voila, 8-10 hours of work was reduced to 30 minutes. And during that 30 minutes, I could multitask and read while Claude did the work.

Claude/Cowork was built to be good at computer-centric tasks, and I can confirm that it’s very good. It generated and used Python scripts behind the scenes to accomplish certain tasks that I would have done by hand.

Next, I had Claude create a flyer for me for the N Galt Avenue Spring Fling event, something I volunteered to do as part of the event committee. I have *zero* artistic talent, so using an AI is the only way I’d ever design a flyer with graphics. That was harder for the AI – it’s not as expert at image processing as it is with number crunching. But the result wasn’t bad (shown below). I’m still working with the AI to update the flyer and improve it a bit, but once again I’m able to do something I couldn’t do by myself – hence the name Cowork, I suppose.

The image processing tasks consumed a lot more time and tokens than the financial analysis task. Honestly, I still don’t understand how the LLM platforms define and use tokens, but they’re basically units of work that comprise the basis for pricing and/or metered LLM usage. In this case the LLM had to try different approaches to image editing – some things it tried did not work. It was impressive to see the software get stuck, back up and try something different to achieve a goal. Turns out that jpegs and pdfs are tough for both humans and machines to work with. So hard that I hit the token limit for Claude/Cowork while trying to fine-tune the flyer. The token allocation resets in 5 hours, so I’ll have to wait until then to finish. As a hobbyist, not a big problem. But if this were paid consulting work…nope. I’d have to upgrade to a $100-200 per month subscription.

Breaking news as I’m writing, SCOTUS just made Convict Donny’s dumbass tariffs illegal. That’s a HUGE setback for the administration and a great thing for American consumers. Trump will lose what little mind he has left, so that should be entertaining. For the first time, he’s found a limit to his executive power. Better late than never, right?

<Insert sarcasm font> And I’m sure the government will get busy and quickly refund the hundreds of millions of $125 BILLION dollars incurred by businesses due to the illegal tariffs. That’s damage that will be very hard to undo.

Next up, someone should get the question of Donny’s ability to drop bombs on any country he chooses, for any reason, in front off SCOTUS. We’re about to go to war with Iran for no fucking reason, and Convict Donny has been silent on the whole question of “why are we going to war”. That needs to change.

Today’s irritation

This particular Trump team atrocity drives me nuts. For years all we heard was that Republicans were fiscally responsible, screaming about deficits and the national debt. And pinning their own excesses on the next Democratic administration.

But this…this is just horrific. Kristi Dogkiller Noem, one of Trump’s all-time-worst appointees (and that’s saying a lot), is fleecing the American taxpayer to the tune of $70M+ so she can fly around the world in luxury, on a private 737. It’s insane. Why should taxpayers foot the bill for this shitty excuse for a human to fly around like a sheik?

The absolute gall of these people. They say this will save taxpayers money because it’s cheaper than a military jet. What a fucking joke…but unfortunately, the joke is on us.

The next time one of your MAGA friends opines on fiscal responsibility and/or the national debt, ask them to justify a corrupt cosplaying Cabinet appointee getting to buy multiple private jets for her personal, royal use, using *our* money. How does that serve the taxpayers?

Fat Tuesday

It’s Fat Tuesday, a Mardi Gras milestone day. The end of Carnival and another excuse for a big party in NOLA. Here in Socal it’s just the calm after and before the storm. Lotsa rain yesterday, and now a cold clear morning before the next round tonight.

It’s also game day for UK v Georgia, yet another must-win game for the Cats. It’s a 9pm EST game, so I’m happy to be on the Left Coast to see it at a decent hour. GO BIG BLUE!

Since returning from Cabo I’ve been *busy*. With K still under the weather, I’ve been shopping, cleaning, doing laundry, being a travel agent, stocking up on firewood, working in the olive grove, and so on. I did manage to get a round of golf in before the storms. I’m surprised at how much I enjoy golf these days – it’s about the only athletic-ish thing I do anymore, so it feels great when I get out and play. I’m real close to playing the best golf of my life – there are a few things I’m changing in the swing and I think they’re gonna work. It would be weird but OK to be a better golfer at 70 than I was at 30 or 40.

I could write pages about this week’s new outrages from Donny Convict’s Crime Family, but it’s depressing and I prefer not to today. The horrors of ICE, the Trump-Epstein files, the financial graft and corruption of everyone in Trump’s orbit, the destruction of the US’s health care system, the constant stream of lies told by the federal government…it’s a lot to take in. The (s)hits just keep on coming.

I get back to KY in a week, and I’m anxious to see family and friends there. It will have been 5 weeks since seeing the grandsons, and that’s a bit too long. Looks like the nasty winter is mostly over there, so that’s another plus.

As if I didn’t have enough to do, I just ordered a dashcam to install in my Socal vehicle. After a run-in with a reckless driver in Louisville, I decided a dashcam is necessary for self-preservation given today’s rude and dangerous drivers. And given ICE, come to think of it. I’ll install one here in CA as a test case, then do the same on the KY vehicle.

Our ambassador to the world, hard at work

Marco Rubio gives Europe the message that the US is no longer a democracy, no longer a beacon to the world. We’re a white Christian nationalist autocracy-in-the-making, full stop. Extended quote from Heather Cox Richardson:

In his speech to the conference yesterday, Secretary of State Marco Rubio was less confrontational than Vance was last year, but the message was the same. He attacked all three of the pillars on which the U.S. has previously stood in foreign affairs. Global trade has ruined the U.S. economy, he said, while international institutions have undermined sovereignty, and “a climate cult” has imposed energy policies that are “impoverishing our people.”

He focused, though, on “mass migration,” which he claimed “threatens the cohesion of our societies, the continuity of our culture, and the future of our people.” He called for Europe to join with the U.S. in rejecting the tenets of the post–World War II vision, claiming that “[w]e are part of one civilization—Western civilization. We are bound to one another by the deepest bonds that nations could share, forged by centuries of shared history, Christian faith, culture, heritage, language, ancestry, and the sacrifices our forefathers made together for the common civilization to which we have fallen heir.”

His description of that shared heritage reflected the Trump administration’s fantasy past. It was all white and Christian, quite weirdly erasing the Indigenous Americans who were central to the development of a peculiarly “American” identity in the eastern colonies of North America and the reality that the vast majority of the American West was Indigenous, Spanish, and Mexican for hundreds of years before it became part of the United States in 1848.

Rubio’s version of the U.S. did not include Black Americans at all, even though they were among the first inhabitants of the colonies that became the U.S., and even though he called out the Rolling Stones, who built their body of work on that of Black American blues musicians like Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf, as part of “western civilization.” Rubio even ignored his own family’s arrival in the U.S. from Cuba in 1956, rooting his own heritage not in the modern migration from Latin America to the U.S. that the administration is criminalizing, but in eighteenth-century Spain.

Entirely ignoring the threat of autocratic Russia against Europe, Rubio pushed Europe to abandon the values of democracy in favor of imperialism. He said the U.S. had “no interest in being polite and orderly caretakers of the West’s managed decline” and urged Europe to work with the U.S. for a return to western “dominance.”

I despise everything about Donny Convict’s administration. This is just one more example. We may never recover from the damage done by this gang of thugs – certainly not in my lifetime.

Adios

And, that’s a wrap. Leaving a day early kind of sucks, but it’s the right thing to do. As noted before, this was an atypical visit. Even at resort desk checkout, I found that we spent an all-time low amount here – less than half of our typical spend. We’ve gotten boring – we paid for no big events, had no big dinners, and only one pricey bottle of wine. I suppose that’s part of getting older and of eating/drinking less than in the good old days. In the early years we hit the pool bar pretty hard during the two-for-one afternoons, but didn’t do any of that this trip.

We enjoyed the day on the water fishing, the somewhat diminished whale watching, the dramatic skies, and the huge waves. That’s something. But now back to the ho-hum Socal life, where we’re about to get whacked by a big, cold Pacific rainstorm. That’s OK. One last round of fires in the fireplace for 2026. Gotta go down the hill and grab some wood while it’s still dry.

Rough day

Friday the 13th is showing its teeth today. I’ve spent the morning rescheduling our flights and shuttle rides to get us home a day earlier than planned. We now arrive Saturday, and the only question is which Kaiser facility we head for when we hit the OC airport- an ER, an urgent care clinic or the usual med clinic without an appointment. K’s sickness isn’t getting any better, even after a visit to the resort MD here and some antibiotics. Time to get moving toward CA. Being sick while traveling is no bueno, even more so when outside the US.

And with all the down time (not doing much except trying to get her feeling better and making travel changes), I’ve had plenty of time to read the news. Ugh. Convict Donny and his pack of flying monkeys continue to find new things to ruin or destroy. The EPA and air quality regulations. The economy. Upcoming elections. The rule of law. Our international reputation. They’re all taking damage, daily.

It’s really weird watching a country self-destruct. The barbarians aren’t just at the gate, they’re inside the building, burning it down a room at a time.

The only good news that Friday the 13th has brought is this beautiful addition to our horse syndicate, born a day or two ago. No name yet, but he and mom are healthy. Can’t wait to wander out to Hermitage Farm and see them.

Atypical week

This has been an atypical Cabo visit. Not as many whales to watch, and none of them close to shore. Last year was the anomaly in that regard. A couple of cool cloudy days to start the trip. K has been sick, so that has put a damper on potential activities. The resort is much less crowded than in recent years. We did have a nice fishing trip – K rallied for the day – good weather, three nice fish landed leading to a sushi/sashimi/ceviche feast that evening. Here’s an 18 pound dorado, or mahi-mahi, that we thanked and then ate.

I didnt have much enthusiasm for photos at the week’s Mexican Fiesta night, traditionally a great photo opportunity. I think I had a bad case of been there, done that. Here’s the only decent picture I got from my short stay – and it’s a new band this year. Figures. I *do* like the lighting in this one.

And now we have another atypical thing – massive, truly massive waves hitting the beach we face. We’ve always had big waves here, but some of these really get your attention – maybe 2-3x bigger than normal. At high tide this morning (615am), I was sipping coffee and reading on the back porch, facing the ocean, when I realized the ground was shaking. The waves coming in were like bombs going off. I looked up and saw an impossibly tall wave cresting and shore observers running away. It went on for a few minutes, biggest sets I’ve ever seen. It was dark – just before sunrise – so that added to the drama.

I may have some pictures of them later. Gotta sort through all the devices. Meanwhile, in the dead of night lately, I’ve been crushing Wordle. Small victories, take ’em while you can. Beating the Wordlebot is nice.

Story of the century

I’m not one to buy into conspiracy theories, but there’s one that I increasingly believe. The biggest story in history is staring us right in the face, and no one is talking about it. There’s a very good chance that our President, Donald J. Trump (aka Donny Convict), is a Russian asset. The Manchurian Candidate President.

Think about it. If true, no story is bigger. America has been captured without a shot fired. Wikipedia has a great summary of why this may be true, and when there’s this much smoke, fire is the simplest explanation. Here’s my off the cuff list of why I think it’s so.

The trip he took to Russia in the 1980s:

In February 2025, The Hill reported on three cases where claims were made by ex-KGB officials that Trump had been cultivated, recruited (with the codename “Krasnov”[a]) in 1987, and/or compromised. The aforementioned claims by Shvets, which were also a significant basis for Craig Unger‘s best-selling book, American Kompromat: How the KGB Cultivated Donald Trump, and Related Tales of Sex, Greed, Power, and Treachery, were also backed by Alnur Mussayev, former head of Kazakhstan’s intelligence service, and Sergei Zhyrnov, an ex-KGB officer living in France.[26] Mussayev also asserted that Trump is compromised: I have no doubt that Russia has kompromat on the US President, that over the course of many years the Kremlin has been promoting Trump to the post of President of the main world power.[21]

The Florida estate that Trump bought for $40M and quickly/mysteriously sold to a Russian for $95M, at the precise time when Trump needed cash and couldn’t get it from banks. Also just days before the 2008 real estate crash.

The many, many times Trump has sided with Vladimir Putin and Russia on international issues.

The time he took two Russian spies into the Oval Office, allowing no one else inside to hear what was said.

The million plus times (!!) Trump is mentioned in the Epstein files, alongside the increasing evidence that the whole Epstein human trafficking process was co-designed by Russian intelligence to produce kompromat to be used against world leaders.

Trump’s unwavering alliance with Russia against Ukraine.

Trump’s methodical undermining of NATO, the only effective deterrent to Russia’s aggressions in Europe.

Trump’s longstanding relationship with Paul Manafort, someone deeply embedded inside Russian oligarchs’ business interests.

Trump’s many ties to individuals deeply involved in Russia business and politics – Paul Manafort, Michale Flynn, Jared Kushner, Jeff Sessions, Rex Tillerson, Roger Stone, Michael Cohen, Erik Prince….the list goes on and on.

It would explain why Trump is busily dismantling our democracy, destroying institutions and trust. Why he’s making enemies of Europe. Why he’s such a divisive force in America – he’s trying to tear it (us) down. He’s a Putin puppet, and has been all along.

First night and update

First night’s sunset in Cabo. Not too shabby. Taken with the new iPhone 17 Pro Max.

After a long travel day, we saw plenty of whales and I downed some ice cold Herra Durra Blanco. Therapeutic.

UPDATE

Down day today, just whale watching and porch sitting. Trying to rest up for a big day tomorrow – leaving on a fishing excursion at 7am. Have no idea how the fishing will be. The weather is…atypical. I feel qualified to say that after coming down here on this week for 20+ years. Rough seas, cloudy skies, a hard easterly current offshore…this is unusual. So again, I have no idea what fishing will be like. I could have walked over to the docks at noon-ish to see what the morning boats were bringing in, but…lazy.

Part of the down day is a little Internet surfing. I’m dropping in on the Lexington Fasig-Tipton Winter Mixed Sale, where our syndicate is shopping for yet another broodmare. It’s surreal, watching a KY auction in real time as we sit on the Cabo coast 3000-ish miles away.

We took a long walk on the beach as our minor exercise today. Walking on these beaches is strenuous – you sink in easily through the coarse granite sand and you have to expend considerable energy to move forward. It’s also a free pedicure.

The other big activity of the day is reading. I just finished Maximum Light by Nancy Kress, a superb story about ecological damage gone extreme. The core idea is the same as my short story Intervention – human birth rates drop to near zero, but for very different reasons. In Kress’s book, it’s because of ecological damage resulting in human genome error. In mine it’s because aliens watch what we do to the Earth/ecology and decide to punish us. I wonder if my short story was subconsciously influenced by Kress’s book, which I think I read years ago. In any event, her book is excellent. Recommended.

Now I’m on to a classic Peter Hamilton space opera, Fallen Dragon. I love Hamilton’s books, and they’re classic world building novels. Everything my writers’ group hates about world building, Hamilton does. He influences my writing – my default mode is to explain the world I’m writing about by telling, not showing. That’s anathema to a lot of writers. But I love it, so fuck ’em. My novel Lost Hope was first written with extreme backstory and world building, and my writers’ group convinced me to rewrite it as first person present with little or no telling. That’s where I got lost. I may or may not get back into it, but I kind of understand why I’m stuck. Days like today where I have hours to sit and think make me want to get back into serious everyday writing. We’ll see.

Tomorrow, fishing. Hope we catch something edible for the rest of the week.

Big day

Big day today. It’s gameday for UK v TN, UK at home in another high-stakes SEC slugfest. I sure hope we don’t have to hear Rockytop after this one. And I sure hope Doug Shows isn’t one of the refs.

And it’s the day before we leave for Cabo. Last minute packing to do. This will be our first flight using the new Southwest boarding process with assigned seats, so that’ll be interesting.

And…it’s the day I finished the incredibly tough iPhone switch. Yesterday we went to the T-Mobile store to give them lots of money in exchange for two shiny tech bricks. That turned out to be very, very hard. We spent 3 hours at the store as the techs there fumbled through the account/plan and device changes. I can’t tell you how many times I heard “we have a new system, and it’s much harder to use”. We managed to get K’s device switched and the data transferred, but my phone simply would not allow us to copy its data onto the new one. We tried several methods, but….nope. So we took my old phone and the new one home, where I worked on a manual process of transferring all the data, apps, and settings from iPhone 14 to iPhone 17.

I spent most of the evening and another hour or two early this morning, but I’m finished. The 14 is now clean and reset to factory, and the 17 is working fine. But what a slog – I’ll think twice before the next switch, hopefully in 3 years or longer. Every step of the process was difficult and slow. It’s amazing how much of life is now packaged up in one’s phones, apps, data and passwords.

Time to bite the bullet

I’ve decided it’s time to upgrade mobile phones, and holy shit the shopping/comparison experience is tough. The mobile service providers have made it *very* complicated to decide what one should do. Lots of confusing, dense information to sort through.

We’re both currently on T-Mobile 55+ plans, using an iPhone 14 Pro and an iPhone 14. With the advent of the iPhone 17 series, the new features – mostly better battery life, standardized USB C charging cables, and better cameras – are compelling. K’s iPhone 14 won’t hold a charge for more than a few hours, so that’s now a big problem.

Both Mint Mobile and Spectrum offer deeply discounted monthly rates but limited value on new phone purchases or trade-ins. For example, Mint offers a $15/month rate (for a year), but will only give me $200 trade-in toward an iPhone 17 Pro. T-Mobile, if I stick with my $60/month rate, will give me $900 in trade-in toward the upgraded iPhone. So comparing the two, my 12-month cost for T-Mobile would be $60×12 = $720, plus $200 (the difference between trade-in allowance and the $1100 price of the iPhone 17). So, $920.

The Mint Mobile 12-month cost would be $15×12 = $180, plus $900 (the difference between trade-in allowance of $200 and the $1100 price of the iPhone 17, again). So, $1080.

I looked at Boost Mobile – they have great monthly rates ($25/month), but offer no trade-in deals. So their 12-month cost would be $900 (for a new phone bought through Boost) plus $25×12 = $300 + $900 = $1200. I have a feeling that if I do the same analysis for other providers, I’ll end up in the same price range. Funny how that works.

Plus, if switching to another carrier, I have to consider things like international charges, data charges, call coverage (Fallbrook has had some very spotty coverage in the past – your mileage varies a lot in our rural area), customer service…etc. So the simplest/safest is to stay with the devil we know.

You would think there’d be a strong incentive for a carrier to encourage existing customers to stay, but I can’t really find one. T-Mobile’s superior trade-in value is great, but it’s available to anyone – not just existing customers. This is a mostly mature market, so there’s just not much difference among the competitors.

I understand the technical details of mobile phone service and devices due to my engineering background and decades of providing/buying phone service for employees of my companies, so while the current offerings are dense/complex, all I have to do is absorb the financial details and the conclusions are pretty obvious. But I can’t imagine someone with no technical background trying to grok this. What is 5G and why should I care? Is 5GB enough data per month (and what is a GB)? Is 128GB enough local storage on the phone? They’ve made it tough.

The path of least resistance is to wander over to the T-Mobile store and do the deal in person, both phones at once, and get the phones’ data transferred right there. Apple has made that pretty easy. New phone cameras for the Cabo trip seems like a good idea, and certainly for the Ireland-Scotland trip coming up in late May. Time to bite the bullet.

Winding down toward Cabo

It was really nice to watch a UK game last night and not get stressed out. The game was the way it used to be, where UK pulls away gradually and wins comfortably. Sure, there were tense moments (particularly with this group of players, capable of extreme highs and lows), but in general you felt confident that UK would prevail. And we did. We need a few more of those, though i don’t believe Saturday’s game against Rocky Top will be the relaxing kind. That’ll be a bar fight. I’ve sold my seats for the TN game, but I’ll be glued to the screen Saturday night.

The next morning we head off for our annual Cabo trip. Seven days of whale watching, tequila sipping, a little time in the pool, epic sunsets, one day ocean fishing, and a good evening meal or two. Maybe some weight training. It should be relaxing. I’ve invested in some new tech for the trip, a pair of high-end gyroscope-stabilized binoculars from Fujinon. We have some nice 10×36 power stabilized Canon binocs, but the Fujinon are more powerful (20×40 magnification) and the latest tech. Got them yesterday and they’re very cool. We’ll be able to see the whales up close and personal.

Here’s an old classic Cabo pic I took in 2003 aboard the pirate ship. Epic sunsets.

I keep checking the weather in Louisville, and it’s brutal. Ten degrees again last night. Brrrr. My decision to stay in Socal (and other tropical locales) during most of January and all of February looks pretty smart at this point. I miss the grandsons, but…it would be a tough time to be there. I’ll be back there the last week of February, and hopefully the Arctic cold will have moved on.

I hope that Convict Donny doesn’t finish tearing down US democracy while we’re away. Would be nice to have a functional country to return to. If not, there’s always Loreto.

The good life

I spent the last couple of days living like rich people. I have a great friend – ex-boss, actually – who has done pretty well in life. Good person, smart, talented, athletic, two great kids and now a grandson, still happily married to his high school sweetheart…and has managed to make a ton of money along the way. A charmed life. He’s been a good friend to me, and we make sure to get together and have some fun a few times a year.

This time he invited me and a mutual friend to play a couple of days of golf in the desert and stay at his winter home in Palm Desert. I’ve been there before and it’s a beautiful place. The home is in The Reserve, a community of about 270 custom homes laid around a spectacular golf course, also called The Reserve. The course was in perfect shape and we played OK – not great, but OK and we had great fun. Our second day of golf was no doubt affected by the injection of several bottles of 100-point wine the night before.

And the course *should* be in great shape. My friend didn’t volunteer the info – he’s actually quite private – but at $250K to join and $25K/month, it’s an exclusive club. That’s just the golf. Add to that the $3-5M you have to pony up for a home there, and it’s a gated community in more ways than one. My friend lives a life that most of the world can only dream about, or can’t even imagine. It’s a bubble. We did talk a lot of politics – fortunately my wealthy friend and his wife haven’t succumbed to the typical monied person’s reflexive swing toward conservatism. They care about people, about rights. We talked about maybe needing a place to escape outside the US if things continue to track toward dictatorship – I think they’re considering the Portugal “golden visa”, giving you Portugal/EU citizenship with a 250K Euro investment. I volunteered that I’d be more likely to buy one of the one Euro Italy/Sicily homes for a rebuild. But then there are the grandsons to consider – at this point, there’s no way I could live across an ocean from them, so that option is pretty much gone.

The drive to and from Palm Desert across the San Jacinto mountains was pleasant, the scenery dramatic. The transition down the mountain into the Palm Desert/Palm Springs area is unique – it’s a landscape you just don’t see anywhere else. And this time of year, it’s perfect. I didn’t get pictures of the journey, because you can’t take your eyes off the road as you drive along that twisty, dangerous stretch of CA 74.

I’m happy there are people like my friend who have hit a home run in all aspects of life. Sometimes the good guys don’t finish last. I’m especially happy that he’s a good person, not spoiled by all the success. Gives me hope about people in general.

We need a Perfect Month

It’s January 31st, ending the wildest/worst news month in memory. Convict Donny and his gang of disease-ridden flying monkeys have worked very, very hard in the past month to tear down American democracy and reputation. They’ve made a lot of progress.

Kentucky basketball has been on a roller coaster, mostly negative Gs, and today we get another gut check against Coach Cal and Arkansas. Cal has found new motivation and a home in Arky, so we’re a big underdog. You never know what you’re going to get from the 2026 Wildcats, so I’ll tune in with no expectations.

It’s perfect weather here in Socal – 80 degrees and sunny – while most of the country is in the freezer. That’s a big part of what brought me here the first time, back in the early 1980s. I remember a fateful February day, digging my car out of the snow in 10 degree weather, fighting my way to the airport in Cleveland, then landing in 80+ degree sunny weather in San Diego. I was flabbergasted. It had never occurred to me that a full-on climate change was possible with only a plane flight. At that moment I knew I was going to to live here.

Tomorrow brings in a perfect month. I just heard the term, meaning a month (always a February, never a Leap Year) in which all the days of the month line up in a perfect little 7×4 rectangle. It happens every ten years or so. Maybe the numerology of a perfect month will do something to counter the evil intent of Convict Donny’s gang. That would be nice. I’m spending most of the perfect month in Socal and Cabo – warm, peaceful places, as long as you stay off the freeways and out of town. That’s the plan. By the time I make my way back to KY, the deep freeze should be over and I’ll get to enjoy some time with the grandsons without risking frozen fingers and toes.

Though I am looking forward to Cabo. K and I have been going there for 20+ years and we have it down to a science. We know what’s good about the place and what to avoid/ignore. A week spent watching whales from our back porch and sipping good tequila. One long day fishing offshore. A couple of good meals out, with restaurants that carry wines from Casa Madero, the oldest winery in the Americas (1597!) and one of the best. Some exercise each day in the resort’s well-furnished gym. Epic sunsets. Last year’s whale watching was superb, so it’ll be interesting to see if this year’s migration in and out of the Sea of Cortez is as active as 2025’s.

We’ll also make a trip to the desert late this month (or in mid-March), as we expect a superbloom this year. Lots of winter rain hit the Anza Borrego desert, and when that happens, the desert comes alive for a few weeks. Here’s a shot of a blooming Borrego from 2017 (with an iPhone 6!).

Cause and effect

I did a little research this morning and confirmed something I’ve suspected for a while. There’s a clear correlation between my travel and getting sick. Over the last 3-4 years, about 2/3 of the time I return from a trip or long flight(s), I get sick. Sometimes a cold, sometimes a flu, a couple of times Covid. Yikes.

That’s a huge downside to the travel life I’ve adopted. I’m not sure what, if anything, I can do to avoid it. Maybe adopt some extreme hygiene on travel days? Tons of hand sanitizer, some immune system boosters, and carry/wear a mask if I find myself in the vicinity of someone coughing and sneezing (I think masks do more to protect others from catching my germs, but, they *might* help as a line of defense against airborne crud).

One more reason I need to win a lottery and start flying via private jet.

I feel quite a bit better today – not 100%, but around 80%. But I’ve already lost 3 days to this latest post-travel illness. Grrrr.

The outlook is grim

My mood may be affected by the fact that I’m still sick, still losing valuable days to a bug caught on the cruise. No good deed goes unpunished. But things *do* seem pretty grim.

Kentucky basketball isn’t what it should be. With a massive NIL fund to pay the players, we should be a top-tier team. We’re not. On any given night (like last night), we’re capable of getting massacred by a solid team. It’s not clear why, so it’s not clear what the fix might be, so it’s maddening. No joy in Mudville.

The war zone in Minneapolis is so discouraging, so hard to watch our government terrorize citizens for…nothing, The cruelty is always the point with MAGA. Story after story of ICE/CBP agents breaking laws and roughing up or killing citizens. It’s a nightmare, a literal civil war. And now it’s coming to Philadelphia (or any other random blue state/city).

With all the attention on the people killed in MN, there’s still a giant list of atrocities being committed by Convict Donny and team every day. Dozens and dozens of things we didn’t vote for and will make life worse for most Americans. Insane foreign and economic policy. A war with Venezuela. Vaccine deniers taking over federal healthcare. Important regulations being gutted. Voting rights under constant attack. You can’t keep track of it all, which I’m sure is the strategy. Steve Bannon used the term “flood the zone with shit” so that we’re overwhelmed and can’t respond effectively. Well, it’s working.

There’s soooo much to do at the Socal house, so much work that’s just piling up because I can’t get to it. Big house, big property, now 50-ish years old, so there’s a lot of maintenance required. I’ve gotten pretty good at scheduling that maintenance, building it into my weekly calendar, but that’s all now irrelevant because I can’t do the work at the moment. Sore throat, congested, no energy – just walking up and down our hill does me in.

So yeah, 1/28/26 isn’t turning out to be a happy time. Some of that will change soon, and some won’t. Meanwhile, I’ll do the only thing I can and read a good book or two.

A not-so-clean escape

I almost made it. Thought I had escaped cleanly from the cruise with no residual damage, but nope.

We made a clean and fast exit from the ship two days ago. Down the gangway in minutes and walked to a short taxi line. $25 later, we were deposited at Ft Lauderdale airport where the security lines were surprisingly short. Great so far.

Our flight to San Diego via Denver was delayed about an hour, but not cancelled. We left FL feeling lucky. Exit row seats and everything. A nice just under four hour flight landed us at the North Pole in Denver.

UPDATE – the power just went out at the house, 630am. The generator kicked in within 2-3 seconds, and stayed running for 10 minutes, until utility power returned. Worked perfectly – I love our Generac. Anyway, back to Denver.

Denver was intense. Runways covered with swirling powdery snow, ice hanging from parked planes. About 15 degrees and windy outside. We only had 30 minutes until our next flight, so we ran from gate to gate with all our luggage. That was fun. We made the flight and took our seats, then waited to be de-iced by the line of trucks along the runways.

I was pretty sure we weren’t going to get to take off – conditions were harsh. But we made it, and I settled in for the relatively short 2 hour flight.

Made it home by 9pm, an 18 hour travel day from ship to home. A celebratory splash of Willet Rye, then a well-deserved bedtime. A long but successful day.

Then I woke up the next morning, Monday, with a massive sore throat. Uh oh. I managed to get some things done, but by the afternoon I was feeling awful. So much for a clean escape. Some kind of virus had tagged along for the ride, and now decided to show me who’s really the boss in travel situations.

A long afternoon yesterday curled up on a couch, mostly non-functional. At least today I feel stronger and have few doubts that this is a cold, not flu or Covid – no fever, no body aches, just congestion, sore throat and some serious fatigue.

This is one of the hidden costs of a travel lifestyle. You lose days every so often with the illnesses you pick up in crowds. It’s frustrating, but at least I have confidence that the new leadership of the CDC and HHS will lead the way to a cure for the common cold. Right.

A few thoughts on the war

I have a lot of time to kill and time to think as we wait in the Ft Lauderdale airport this morning. So few thoughts on the war in Minneapolis:

  • The blatant, extreme gaslighting by Noem, Bovino, Trump, Miller and the whole Convict Donny regime is insulting. Infuriating. Why do they think they can stand up and lie to us, tell us not to believe what we see with our own eyes, with no repercussions? And then get back on their private jet to inflict the next cruelty somewhere else. The acts of murder are bad enough – the disrespectful lying to our faces is insult to injury. Pisses me off.
  • Garrett Graff has some thoughts on the wide-scale destruction of our country by Trump and his minions – Watching A Superpower Die By Suicide. Worth reading.
  • Also worth reading – Ken White of Popehat makes a convoluted call to action. He employs some pretzel logic to get there, but the result is the same. When all norms and law have broken down, the only resistance that works is violence. Sad but true, and we’re pretty much there.
  • Tom Sullivan over at Hullabaloo lays out a lot of detail that should enrage any citizen not MAGA-brainwashed – Murder, Betrayal, Blackmail. He highlights the latest insane outrage, Pam Bondi’s promise to leave Minnesota if state officials will give up MN voter registration information to Bondi and the DoJ. Fucking unreal.
  • And of course Heather Cox Richardson tells the true story with context, if people are just willing to listen.

The statement by the parents of Alex Pretti, the man murdered by ICE two days ago, is worth re-publishing. Get the word out there.

Tonight, Susan and Michael Pretti, the parents of Alex Jeffrey Pretti, issued a statement:

“We are heartbroken but also very angry,” they said.

“Alex was a kindhearted soul who cared deeply for his family and friends and also the American veterans whom he cared for as an ICU nurse at the Minneapolis VA hospital. Alex wanted to make a difference in this world. Unfortunately, he will not be with us to see his impact.

“I do not throw around the ‘hero’ term lightly. However, his last thought and act was to protect a woman. The sickening lies told about our son by the administration are reprehensible and disgusting. Alex is clearly not holding a gun when attacked by Trump’s murdering and cowardly ICE thugs. He had his phone in his right hand and his empty left hand is raised above his head while trying to protect the woman ICE just pushed down, all while being pepper sprayed.

“Please get the truth out about our son. He was a good man.”

What a shitshow. It feels like a turning point. Will Herr Miller and Shitstain Trump double down on gaslighting, lawlessness and violence in yet another city, or will the backlash from this blatant murder be enough to push them back a bit?

Title picture above is from a peaceful beach in Aruba. Let’s hope it stays that way.

What a day

What a day. UK wins another close one, and I had to watch via my phone again. I suppose I would watch all of them on my phone if it means they win. The officiating was horrific – pretty sure there was some betting thing going on, because the calls against UK in our own house were inexplicable. But we won.

I also managed to get checked in to tomorrow’s SW flight using the ship’s shitty wifi, no small feat.

But the big news of the day is the second stone cold execution of a US citizen by ICE in Minneapolis. I’ve see the videos, including frame-by-frame, and it was simply an execution. We’re now in a full fledged civil war with MN as the front line.

I hope everyone now understands that no one is safe, your legal carry permit means nothing to the ICE goons, your 1st and 4th Amendment rights mean nothing to the Trump regime. Regular people are being labelled as terrorists and killed by the masked thugs called ICE.

The ONLY good that can come out of all this is that the rest of the US wakes up and does whatever it takes to right the ship. Vote. Publish. Protest. Speak out. Fight if you must, and we may be forced into that.

UPDATE

After watching more news about Minneapolis, I’m really upset. Nauseated. How can it have come to this? The rapid escalation of violence and lawlessness since Jan 1 is stunning. Watch the movies Civil War and Anniversary and you’ll see where this is heading. Life needs to stop imitating art. Sadly, it’s time to make sure you can defend your home, because they’re coming for us all before it’s over.

Here, on a ship in the Caribbean, there’s nothing I can do but stew and rant. But when I hit land, time to make some plans. Instead of spending time on corporate boards, I think it’s time to get all my like-minded friends, families and neighbors organized, informed and moving. Create an organization or join an organization, I’m not sure which is better. But I’m jumping in one way or the other.

Watch this movie

We’re having a full day at sea today (and another tomorrow), so we watched a movie. Holy shit. Everyone who cares about politics and about our country should see Anniversary. It shows how a single-party authoritarian government plays out by focusing on a single (though pivotal) family and how they are affected by the cultural/political change. It’s terrifying. We are clearly on this path.

Diane Lane deserves the Oscar for her role. And the writers/producers deserve credit for being brave enough to make this film. This one is going to give me nightmares…

We’ve met the enemy and they are us

Congress is back “at work”, and the feckless Democrats are busy shooting themselves in the foot. I’ll donate plenty to see these seven Dem Congress-idiots voted out. Voting to support ICE in any fashion is a non-negotiable firing offense. They should be ashamed.

The seven Democratic representatives who voted yes to approve ICE funding were:

  • Tom Suozzi (New York)
  • Henry Cuellar (Texas)
  • Don Davis (North Carolina)
  • Laura Gillen (New York)
  • Jared Golden (Maine)
  • Vicente Gonzalez (Texas)
  • Marie Glusenkamp Perez (Washington)

50 miles

<More pictures later in an update>

What a difference 50 miles makes. Curacao, 50 miles west of Bonaire, is a significant improvement. I’d call Bonaire third world and primitive, while Curacao is decidedly first world, clean and attractive. The main row of buildings downtown looks transplanted directly from the canals of Amsterdam.

Our day here started with an e-bike tour of the city. It wasn’t great – there was a lot more stopping and being educated by our guide than riding. I enjoy hearing the history of a place, but when on a bike, I want to cover ground. We only covered about 4 miles round trip in 2 hours, so…disappointed. After that a quick lunch, ten a leisurely walk through the town and tourist traps. As tourist traps go, they weren’t bad. An old coral/limestone fort converted to shops and bars was especially nice.

We only saw a tiny part of Curacao – I would have liked to see more. Like Bonaire, it’s a desert/cactus landscape once you get away from town and the beach. I’m sure there were a lot of activities possible, but we didn’t have time (one more thing I dislike about cruises – if I like a place, I want to stay longer and explore, but no can do – the ship sails on schedule, waiting for no one).

I made a pro travel move this morning. I realized that we’re scheduled to get back to Ft Lauderdale at 6am on Sunday, and the family group had decided to just stay over until Monday and fly home then. But…our hotel rooms won’t be available until about 3pm, they’ll kick us off the ship about 9am, and there’s fuck-all to do in the FTL area we’re in. Homeless and clueless for most of Sunday. So I made the decision to buy another one-way return for K and myself at noon on Sunday. I can cancel the original one and get SW credit, or I can cancel the new one if K or the relatives give us a reason to stick around. The “pro move” part is nailing down the option to get home early. Bonus, we’re heading for Socal where the weather is nice, and the weather in Louisville next week looks ugly. For once I’ll be in the right weather zone at the right time.

A second pro travel move this trip is/was buying the ship’s Wifi/Internet service. It’s a stupid amount – basically three full months of land-based Internet service in CA or KY. But it’s been essential to preserving my sanity. I dislike *so much* about being on a cruise, and being able to read and write online is a good mitigation for those moments I’ve lost my patience with it all. Yeah, I have to put up with stories about how Convict Donny is destroying what little is left of America’s reputation, but those stories are gonna all be there when I get back to the world and I might as well absorb a few of them now. Bottom line on this subject – it’s fucking embarrassing to be from the US right now, with an insane infantile old man as President and a system of government that won’t do the right thing and depose him.

One down, two to go

This cruise is themed as the ABC islands – Aruba, Bonaire, and Curacao. Turn out we visit them in BCA order. We visited Bonaire today, and now on the way to Curacao.

It’s a crummy itinerary – more time at sea than at destinations – but I didn’t choose it. Two days and two nights at sea, then an island each day for three days, then two more days at sea to get back to Ft Lauderdale. Definitely a low fun cycle.

Bonaire was…just OK. Hot and humid (no surprise there), though with beautiful waters. It seems to be best known as a dive destination. We took a drive across the island to the unpopulated side where we drove ATVs across sand and coral. It was fun, but pretty much the same thing we can do a few miles from the CA house. We did see an interesting cave system, the Spelonk Cave, and got a nice little tour of it. It’s the first cave I’ve ever encountered where it gets hotter the further in you go – not sure why that is.

But riding ATVs in the desert, plus a 15-20 minute bus ride to/from the cruise terminal, gave me plenty of information to know that this is not a place I’d like to live. Pretty rough, in general. Trash everywhere, very noticeable. Run down houses, though a few newly built nice ones. Though you look toward the ocean and everything looks wonderful. And the few people we encountered were nice.

Bonaire didn’t look great in the Youtube videos I reviewed before the trip, and it lived up to expectations. I don’t really expect the other islands to be much different, though I hold out a bit of hope for Aruba. Didn’t get in the ocean at Bonaire, but I hope to remedy that in Curacao or Aruba.

Say it ain’t so

This is pretty much my greatest fear about our government and country:

A quote from a Canadian journalist is floating around the net, sometimes paraphrased. It’s best to get the real thing. It’s by David Cochrane, host of CBC News Network’s daily “Power & Politics.”

“America isn’t the way it is because [Trump is] president. He’s president because America is the way it is.”

Yikes.

You like my hat?

I was finally able to do that thing where, like in a movie script, you come up with the perfect comeback line.

An older “gentleman” was sitting in the cafe aboard ship a while ago. He was wearing one of those big, obnoxious Trump 2028 hats, advertising his MAGA-ness to everyone. He caught me staring at it and asked me “You like my hat?”.

With no hesitation I smiled and replied, “Yeah, love it. It really helps me understand who’s dumb and who’s not. Right?”. I gave him a thumbs up sign.

The confusion on his face was priceless. I just walked away.