notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Heart Warming

Due to a lot of work unpleasantness, posting is likely to continue to be light from me for the foreseeable future (thanks for picking up the slack, guys), but here's a quick snippet of a new ABC News interview with President Bush that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Bush on child-rearing and nurturing:
VARGAS: Actually I think that's a great thing to encourage and inculcate in your children. I think that sense of curiosity and that sense of confidence to stand up for yourself.

BUSH: Well, I'll tell you something that people accuse me of not being very introspective and maybe they're right at times, because I'm a guy who likes to get things done and focus on results and the future. But one of the reasons I'm standing here is I'm convinced is because my dad gave me a great gift which is unconditional love. And when you get unconditional love from somebody you care about and you love, it gives you a confidence to take risks. To dare to fail.
That's our President: always daring to fail. Thanks, Poppy.

This puts me in mind of another remarkable bit of insight into the Bush father/son relationship.
A recent New York Times article about George W. Bush's relationship with his father featured an amusing tidbit about the two men, whom it said were "loving but not exactly best buddies."

Turns out that in a 1992 interview, Dubya allowed that "Dad was shy."

"We never had 'the talk,' " he said, and with regard to the use of a condom he added, "He never told me to wear a 'raincoat' or anything."

That apparently never stopped Dubya from playing for laughs on the issue. During the 1988 Republican Convention, he was asked by a Hartford Courant reporter about what he and his father talked about when they weren't talking about politics.

"Pussy," Bush replied.
You may all now throw up in your mouths a little bit.


Late Update: Jeff points out that that last anecdote makes him wonder just what exactly is going through Bush's mind in this picure:

I can't wait to tell my Pops about this sweet piece of ass I saw at work.