The Gates. 2005.
Daily gaits. 2017.
No snow in sight. So far.
Tiger Woods is back on the links. Under par.
Dennis Rodman of Celebrity Apprentice fame. Mutual friend of our Portly President and North Korea’s Dumpy Despot. Could he broker a summit to thwart nuclear war? Just to be safe. Revert to 1950’s duck and cover under your desks. Or huddle in the nearest bomb shelter.
Don & Melania will dine within Beijing’s Forbidden City which hasn’t changed much in 500 years. It still harkens back to Emperors and Eunuchs. Okay. Too easy.
However. The surrounding city is unrecognizable from even a few decades ago. Skyscrapers, highways, Beijing today looks more like L.A. Back in 1982 post-Mao there were no cars, a few buses and vans. Mostly bicycles. Guest houses rather than hotels. Western tourists a novelty. And a Polaroid camera was magic. Selfies never seen. Literally.
Topaz. November birthstone. Penultimate month of 2017. Already. Fall back. Need the extra sleep after late nights watching the World Series. It was fun. Love the Astros team. Altuve is my MVP. Also. Time for one-pot meals despite the thermometer’s resistance. We can still make stews, vindaloos or braised veal shanks. Osso Buco. Great after running the Marathon. Or. Just watching the fireworks at tonight’s opening ceremonies. Pre-Game Finish Line.
La Paz. North Korea hot topic of Trump’s Asia trip. Can a coalition thwart a military option? Diane Sawyer has been investigating ISIS recruitment of young men. Timely 20/20 report. It’ll be interesting if it tracks with SideTrek’s thoughts. Brothers KaramazOff.
If we are all still here after Saturday, we can rejoice in the emergence of Mike Bloomberg’s Global Business Forum. The New York billionaire who should be President. Don’t blame me. I voted for him! Rational. Professional. Ethical. Brilliant. And. He really does have a macro economic vision. Unlike. Well. That other New York billionaire (ish).
Then. Find Conan O’Brien’s trip to Israel. On this Jewish New Year. An hilarious and heartbreaking synopsis of what a world at peace could be. Good people on both sides of the Wall. And beyond. Must see.
The “cone of uncertainty”. A newly minted weather phrase that promises unpredictability. With. No accountability. Will. The hurricane hit what city. Trump’s generals take us to war against North Korea’s “rocket man”. The stock market correct to pop the overvalued bubble. The NFL implode. Democrats and Republicans meld to disappear. The United Nations get swept into the East River. Yes. The world is in the path of an amorphous Category 5 cyclone.
Wiggy mad men. Not a theory. Crazy Kim’s trigger finger is poised over Guam. He just called Donald senile. That’s enough to make el loco Trumpo drop a bomb. If North Korea launches missiles toward our island military bases, all bets are off. Scary. Even the markets are afraid. A radical wag the dog. Not talking about Russia anymore are we? Keeping Mueller in the bunker. Danger! Danger! Duck and cover.
Trump meets Kim’s war of words with similar seventh grade slurs. Kim threatens North Korea will make “U.S. Pay”, missile strikes on Guam. Trump’s retort “Fire & Fury” the likes of which the world has never seen. However you characterize it in the sandbox, these childish threats could be no more than that. Unless an errant tweet is met with an incompetent translator. Then. Real bombs, missiles will fly. Too late to take it backsies.