Smashing

There you have it, Spring -- as in I promise I'll not let winter snatch me away again Spring. Blooming trees don't lie, especially a Magnolia as pretty as this one. Just up the street from .edu, and mere blocks from our house. In the beginning, beauty and truth were associated by design, see one and you could be sure of the other, that is until the serpent tempted the virgin, after which it was a downhill slide. Or, if you prefer the naturalistic hypothesis of our origins, then beauty and truth diverged somewhere on the gradient of reproductive success. Either way the separation came as a tremendous disappointment.
While coming or going from the grocery store Saturday we saw some putz victimized by their own car alarm. Boy was that satisfying. Spastic lights flashing, along with a continuously variable whoop-whoop-whoop that could be heard for blocks. Inside, the putative owner, evidently feeling the opprobrium of passersby, could be seen spastically flailing away, "How do I stop this damn thing?!" Hoisted by their own petard as they say. On the other hand, maybe the person in the car wasn't in fact the owner. Maybe it was a thief. It doesn't matter, those damn alarms are so annoying and the false positive rate so high that nobody pays attention anymore. If the goal is to have people stop and call the police, then replace that obnoxious alarm with the quavering voice of an innocent child, "Help me, I'm being stolen."
Watching a Libertarian file their taxes is like watching a Hindu get a gavage of hamburger. 'Tis triply aggravating when supposed "public servants" are getting a return (!) that dwarfs most people's life savings. What's worse, unlike Alaska where only the feds are in your pocket, here in Ohio the state takes a cut of your income, as does the municipality. Who's next, the local grocer?
Ending on a positive note, the wedding draws ever closer. The ring bands were purchased yesterday, as was N's Italian-crafted sui generis knee-length taffeta dress. Reportedly, when she emerged from the dressing room to consult the mirror, the male companions of female window shoppers became suddenly weak-kneed at the site of her, and melted right there on the sidewalk.
Alaska here they come!