It’s sexist, isn’t it? Singling women out in any other way is, so why should we be appalled that women weren’t ushered to the lifeboats first on that sinking Italian cruise ship? Let ‘er swim, I say.

Children, certainly. Up to, say, age 16. But let their fathers take them as well as their mothers. Or both at the same time. Then we can fight about why the dogs and cats and their childless masters and mistresses should be left behind altogether. Heh.

The wind, the waves, the sails, the, uh, etc. Sometimes I miss the old boat.

“…in 1620, the Mayflower set sail for Virginia. As of this writing, she has still not reached her destination.”

Via Dr. Boli’s Celebrated Magazine.

Read it all.

Meanwhile, even an NYTimes’ reporter admits Gaza is doing very well, thank you. Just not very free if, for instance, you’re a woman who wants to drive a motorcycle. Hamas forbids it.

If she can blog, we can presume she won’t under too much stress waiting. But it would be nice if the saltwater hadn’t corroded the power port on her Kindle way back in April. Or if Jeff Bezos had seen the way clear to deliver her a new one.

It probably won’t last at this height of slightly more than 681 feet above mean sea level, not if La Nina kicks in and we get another dry, scorching summer. But it’s certainly an improvement over last summer’s view of this then-dry upper end of Cypress Creek Arm.