It was a restless night here, waking at four, then settling in again just in time for the alarm to pierce the dark with sharp dissonance. I drifted through some Icelandic symphony music before the time-hack that said it was ten hours in London. It is a morning of thrown gauntlets on the BBC, the […]

It is the coffee that is getting me up this morning, the electrons are firing, all right, but not hitting on all the cylinders yet. The week beckons, ready or not, eager to run down to the riverbank of crisis and plunge right in. The North Koreans fired a missile this morning to greet the […]

It is Sunday. I slept late and turned on the coffee when the solar disc rose above the trees to the East. I checked the Blackberry Personal Data Assistant this morning and there was nothing new in the e-mail queue. Maybe the office takes Sundays off. My Boss said this would be a good weekend […]

I was the first one in the office yesterday. I waved my pass at the keypad next to the door and it popped open. I walked in precisely at seven, late by Pentagon standards, and walked back and opened my office and fired up the computer. There is no burn bag under my desk, since […]

I am up this morning early and at the keyboard just after 0530. I will not have the time to do a Socotra piece, but I can write a little as I listen to the cascade of the world’s events. Saddam is at his consumate best today, destroying a few missiles and digging up some […]

The North Koreans have started up their bomb factory, says Bob Edwards on the radio, and the number of US troops in the Gulf topped 200,000 yesterday, and Saddam’s folks have sent a letter to the UN saying they might consider destroying the Al Samoud rockets. The Security Council is agog. Here in Washington we […]

It is cold outside, twenties, and there is a dusting of snow coming down. It dances on the roadways, all the salt washed off by the rains and the big melt over the weekend. There is a winter storm warning in effect. It is likely to be a thrilling commute and I am planning my […]

I am running late already, not because I overslept, but because of the depth and texture to everything that is happening. My brain soaks it up like a sponge. It is supposed to snow the rest of the week. More snow. The Commonwealth has spent the snow removal budget through 2015 already. This global warming […]

It is early Saturday and I am working through the blear. I successfully mastered the coffee-pots operating system (“ON”) and was preparing to throw down a couple Cavalettis for breakfast. I was thinking about a woman I know and wondering about the future. I am playing on the keyboard, not writing seriously, at least not […]

Oh, the world seems stale this morning. Maybe its me, maybe it is the disorientation of a week under snow. But it seems the news is sliced from the heel of the loaf and is as fresh as the forlorn gray snow still packed on the lifeless cars emerging from the drifts in the apartment […]