Lies and Damned Lies: Bush on the War

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Master Gardener

In the Garden
Taking a Class, Joining a Tribe
By ANNE RAVER

WHEN I signed up for a master gardening class last fall, I knew I would fill some of the gaps in my self-education as a gardener, but I didn’t know that I would find such an eclectic family of like-minded souls.

Need some fall broccoli seedlings, because you forgot to water yours?

Looking for free composted sheep manure?

Or how about some naked ladies — pink lilies (Amaryllis belladonna), not real ladies — that bloom in the fall on curiously leafless stems? Pamela White, 64, a garden designer in Glyndon, Md., gave them to me. They are big, fat, wonderful bulbs, to be planted in the ground just like narcissus. About a month ago, after a terribly hot, dry summer, a little forest of naked stems nosed out of the ground, grew to an incongruous two feet — and opened their pale pink trumpets. More

Another Bush Quisling....

Err, ally, bites the dust. Blown up by a poor visitor's Ramadan gift, err, bomb. Not at all the type of blow Idaho Senator Larry Craig prefers...
via TREO
Larry

Shell Game

If I increase the troops to gain time, and then announce a withdrawal of the additional troops, what have I done? Gained time? Killed a few grunts? Spent a few trilion? Pushed up Darth Cheney's retirement fund? Must think about this....
via TREO
Larry

The Model of a Psychopharmacologist

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WooT! WooT! Stolen shamelessly from Cranky Editors.

MY KID COULD PAINT THAT

Caught a sneak of MY KID COULD PAINT THAT at the Lagoon. Good documentary. Worth catching. The director spoke afterwards and, of course, everybody wanted him to spill the "truth" for whatever value of that there is.