Women who speak up and show their smarts and expertise don’t need a president (or even a presidential candidate) who codifies the put-down. Just call me nasty

http://blog.timesunion.com/localarts/watch-this-nasty-woman-bad-hombre-tunes/42012/    https://www.bustle.com/articles/190892-7-nasty-woman-songs-to-play-for-inspiration-after-donald-trump-gave-hillary-clinton-this-nickname


Candidate whining, Sapsuckers, the Barred Owl, and the birders: I don’t bloviate, barely. (a 420 character, 9-liner)

owl in west cornwall

Hooting “who cooks for you who cooks for you all”

along the Housatonic in West Cornwall alerts us to the Barred Owl.

A passing motorist stops to take our picture

w/ the sleepy owl peering over Ray’s right shoulder.

During the picture-taking I hear the whine of a Sapsucker

simultaneous to spotting the young man’s

Trump bumper sticker.

I fight an urge to commence bloviating about whining Republican candidates.

A hoot.





His question was pretty great. Ken Bone: the man, the meme.

October 9, 2016. The Austin City Limits Music Festival was in full swing. Thousands oogled bulbs at the Chicago Botanic Garden. A full house watched the Blue Jays score a walk-off win. But 66.5 million Americans were watching screens.


The second presidential debate monopolized social media.  Promises were made, insults traded.

It was another Stygian evening for American politics.  But amid all that gloom was a robustly fetching red sweater.


Trevor Noah says Ken Bone is “a one-man basket of adorables.”

I say he’s just a regular guy.  With a Plan B.


Toni 10/12/16