The Car That Is Typically There Which Is No Longer There

Every morning when I rise - nay, waken - and prepare for then get on my way to work, I make a singular turn in my car from my home and this turn leads me directly to the freeway. And, everyday, there is one car in the lane that we all enter to enter the freeway entrance. Everyday. For some eighteen months. But yesterday, 'twas not. I was able, in it's absence to enter the freeway with a slightly lower level of caution, and this portion of my life was just that much easier. I didn't have to cut through the bike lane in a somewhat jarring fashion - but could quite leisurly make my way to the onramp without having to avoid this lone impediment. The parked car was gone. One less thing to worry about.

But today, it returned.

Elsewhere in the world the Shanghai Composite struggled to the tune of a 6.5% fall, and Greece marched closer to the moment of truth, and Google teamed with GoPro, and the yield curve steepened, and Fuld came back on the scene, and FIFA remained in upheaval, and my Dad still can't watch the Dodgers, and the Rich are getting Richer, and the Car will probably be there tomorrow morning again.

Dune

"Then why are we walking into this?"

"Paul!" The Duke frowned at his son. "Knowing where the trap is - that is the first step in evading it. This is like single combat, Son, only on a larger scale - a feint within a feint within a feint... seemingly without end."

So my Editor keeps hounding me to put some more literary reviews here given the explosion of traffic we've had from Russia and other regions. So I will do so and will try to more regularly share with the world some of the most joyous evocations that the written word has produced for us. Internet knowledge is now ubiquitous - but I more refer to wisdom than knowledge accumulated from internet encyclopedias and reading articles which fool the mind.

Dune, a Sci-Fi masterpiece written by a guy named Frank Herbert. You laugh at the thought of Sci-Fi eh? Well I make the claim that the genious in the genre is the absolute necessity of a sprawling imagination. In it's elemental form - sci-fi is the production of a world that contains components of the human experience that we are familiar with, and combines them with a world that only exists within the author's mind. And we are forever thankful that he share it with us. Creating an entire world within words from nothing. More than Joyce can say? Yes. And Herbert did it better than anyone before or since had. Layers on layers of not only a world - but worlds and customs and culture and language and history and future that come from nothing but imagination.

But I see the interest and page views falling so I will wrap this up. I will keep your attention by summarizing the story in three sentences, something I will try to make a habit of as I read more stories about things that aren't (and some that are) real in order to placate the audience:

Fmaily moves to another planet. Boy becomes saviour of a people and prophecy is realized. Good battles and overcomes evil.

You've got to read the book to see the nuance and appreciate the political wranglings that make this tale applicable to time immemorrial.

What's the matter with Kansas?

Buttery Jack (and on the California "drought")

Brand new offering from the great people at Jack In the Box Inc. The Buttery Jack. 

As the liberals would like you to believe, this is just another reincarnation of Reagan-esque "trickle down economics." Are they wrong? I'll let you decide (but the correct answer is no). What we have in this case, however, is trickle down butter. Combine a soft, fluffy, bun - with a juicy slice of beef that has been basted with a garlic butter sauce for the duration of the cooking period by some savant chef with a fresh piece of lettuce, some sort of garlic aoili (sp?) and add tomatoe (or ta ma toe) and onion. Pie oh my!

Just look at it. My first impression as I bit into it is that this thing should be way more than $4.95, I'd say maybe it should be $495.00. Yes, one-hundred times the sticker price. Why you may ask? Because of the damn drought in California because of all the meat the REPUBLICANS are eating that uses so much water. Think about it, you have a cow that is born, what do they use to clean it off once it's born? Water. What does it drink after they rip it's mom away to either make milk (or directly kill it for beef <or sometimes they use it for both {think about the water involved in cleaning off the machines they use to kill the cow<s>}> Water. What does it drink when it gets hot because they don't give cows enough shade (I have data/metrics to prove this if you want to see - Ed.). Water. When it goes pee? Water. And do you think they give the farm workers more water than the actual lettuce that is growing? No way. (Republicans <even though they detest salads> care more about lettuce and tomatoes {or ta ma toes} than they do about farm workers aka Cesar "Commie" Chavez). 

To summarize, the interconnectedness of this drought and the Buttery Jack are not spurious, but instead quite spanning.

But it is easily one of the best new items in the fast food game that I've had in a while - way better than Carl's "All-Natural" Burger.

And for those keep tracking, below you will notice that yes I did eat a regular Jumbo Jack (with cheese) immediately following the Buttery Jack. This allows me to directly compare and contrast the two items and I definitely find massive value add substantiating the couple more dollars spent on the Buttery Jack.

I might just go get one right now it is bringing back very good memories.