Monday Mornin' Eudemon

This might be the dumbest story I've read this year: Porn actresses say they like to go out with regular guys, but sometimes the regular guys are intimated. Thank you, Dr. Insight. You show me a guy that wouldn't be intimidated, and I'll show you a guy who can't hardly wear regular pants.
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No comment: "A Dutch police station trying to help Muslim detainees face Mecca for their prayers painted arrows in cells pointing in the wrong direction."
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This isn't something you see every day: Films with a libertarian them. There's some good stuff in the list, including an Eastwood.
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Three years ago, I took a junk area of our yard and converted into an "animal garden" for toddler Meg. She was three. The garden has become "her thing." Every spring, we rake out the dead leaves, put the border back up, clean up the plastic animal figurines, and get the rest of the kids to come look at it. Yesterday was animal garden day:

Closer up (sorry for the sci-fi distortion look, but I'm not terribly good with a camera or electronics in general):

Something for Monday Morning

An apology for morning drinking. Excerpt:

For all the wonders and complications of that latter suggestion, I still can't get past the simplicity and clarity of my favorite of all time: a small glass of port wine.

Maybe it is an age thing. I like the idea of the Guinness, the courage it takes to drink moonshine, the fussiness that comes with a mimosa, the bold stroke of the Bloody Mary, and the sheer decadence associated with “the Breakfast Drink” but somehow the clarity and stability of the glass of port ”“ which recalls the glory of Colonial America ”“ seems just right and just what is needed to join the movement to smash this ridiculous taboo against morning drinking.

I think Hilaire Belloc would've agreed that a little morning drinking is good. "Those great men, Marlowe and Jonson, Shakespeare, and Spenser before him, drank beer at rising, and tamed it with a little bread." But I think he would've disagreed with the assessment that port is good in the morning. He once wrote of drinking a great port one evening, then trying the same stuff the next morning. He said it tasted like vinegar, or something to that effect. I can't find the quote now.