Best of the Sunday Times


sunday times

Front Page
According to science, kids like chocolate and other flavored cigars. So do mechanics, strippers, rappers, and everyone else.

Indecision and no good options has led to the failed US attempt to diffuse the Egyptian crisis.

In recent years, Kingston’s most violent neighborhoods have broken from Jamaica’s violent past.

Looking for a Masters degree? Get it online.

Arts & Leisure
Returning to comedy via Funny or Die, Chappelle is back.

Sunday Business
How Jeff Bezos’ past in business helps us know what to expect at the Washington post.

Sunday Review
Maureen Dowd on Hillary, the Clinton Foundation, and MONEY! Margaret Sullivan on the Clinton campaign in waiting.

The draw of California’s Mount Tamalpais for a recently-divorced writer.

With a struggling economy and increasing inequality, a debate on the merits of giving money directly to the poor.

Book Review
Three books that unearth the politics of our day and how our leaders see themselves.

Sports Sunday
Russel Baze is the winningest jockey you’ve never heard of. [awesome multimedia experience]


Morning Meditation: August 14, 2013


wendell berryYesterday, Wendell Berry (Henry County native and general badass) was awarded the Dayton Literary Peace Prize. I can think of no one more deserving of an award so named.

Sharon Rab, founder and co-chair of the foundation that runs the literary prize, praised Berry. “In a career spanning more than half a century, Wendell Berry has used poetry, fiction, and essays to offer a consistent, timely, and timeless reminder that we must live in harmony with the earth in order to live in harmony with each other. His writing has inspired readers to imagine the lives of people and things other than themselves — enemies, neighbors, plants, and animals — in order to advance the survival of humankind and Earth itself.” [MNN]

Today I have a poem from Wendell’s most recent collection, Leavings, which seems to fit his life and work quite well:

Give it Time

The river is of the earth
and it is free. It is rigorously
embanked and bound,
and yet it free. “To hell
with restraint,” it says.
“I have got to be going.”
It will grind out its dams.
It will go over or around them.
They will become pieces.


lessons for gentlemen: whiskey words


whiskey words

For those who are new to whiskey drinking, new to literacy, or those simply reviewing  before you impress Rob Samuels at a whiskey tasting, our friends at Michter’s Whiskey have put together a captivating “dictionary” of whiskey terms so that we’re never caught wondering what the difference is in the mashbills of bourbon, rye or even, God forbid, a Canadian.

Age: This term refers to the period during which, after distillation and before bottling, distilled spirits have been stored in oak barrels.

Air-Flow: Air-flow is directly related to and a critical component of the maturation process of barreled whiskey, bourbon and rye. Much attention is paid to it in the design of a good warehouse intended for aging. Proper air-flow is used to maintain temperature and humidity in ways that optimize maturation. Air-flow is controlled by opening and closing strategically placed windows in barrel warehouses, and in many cases it is supplemented by specially designed circulation fans. When an increase or a decrease in the temperature of the liquid in the barrels results in a change of approximately 13º Fahrenheit or more, a whiskey “cycle” is achieved as the whiskey moves into and out of the wood. In the case of Michter’s, it cycles into both the char line and the caramel layer that results from toasting.

American Whiskey: American whiskey is whiskey made in the United States, distilled to no greater than 160 proof from a fermented mash of corn, rye, wheat, malt barley and/or malted rye grain. It differs from Scottish or Irish whisky because the grain is not dried with smoke, so American whiskeys usually have a fuller, less peaty/smoky taste. American whiskey is usually separated into many categories, with the prevalent ones being bourbon, rye, and blended. In the more narrow legal sense of the term, American whiskey must be made in the U.S.A. and unlike bourbon, and rye, it can be aged in barrels that have previously been used to age other whiskey. Also, unlike bourbon with its 51% or more corn mashbill and rye with its 51% or more rye grain mashbill, American whiskey can be made from a mashbill where no one grain needs to be the majority.

Angel’s Share: Whiskey is aged in wood barrels in order to mellow the high proof un-aged distillate as well as to flavor it with the rich characteristics of the oak barrels in which it is stored. The “angel’s share” is the portion of whiskey that is lost to evaporation during the aging process. Michter’s has a much larger angel’s share than most whiskeys because we heat cycle the warehouses, thereby causing significantly more whiskey to evaporate during aging. Unlike most ordinary whiskey distillers, we go to the extra expense because we believe heat cycling results in a much richer, smoother product.

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Reading List: August 20, 2013

Along the world’s longest border, China and India are still deciding where the border truly lies. But in this game of chicken, an uneasy peace.

The US Post Office says you haven’t received a handwritten letter in seven weeks. If you showed other people you loved them in real life as well as the internet, maybe they’d return the favor.

The Prime Minister he deposed and the judges he attempted to dismiss are now making Pakistan’s Pervez Musharraf the first-ever military official to be arraigned.

Former Chinese Communist Party official, Bo Xi Lai, is to go on trial next week. His son, Bo Guagua went to the New York Times to appeal to his homeland.

Are you pissed that the Obama administration has not cut aid to the Egyptian army? It turns out they did.

After 60 years of lying and anti-Americanism in Iran, the CIA finally admits what everyone else has admitted already: the CIA was responsible for the 1953 coup that ousted the democratically-elected, centrist leader, Mohammed Mossadegh.

Reading List: Friday, August 16, 2013

“The protests never stopped throughout the night and we will continue our sit-ins and demonstrations all over the country until democracy and the legitimate rule are restored in Egypt.”

~ Essam Elerian

(Muslim Brotherhood leader)

Bill Lamb, owner of Louisville’s WDRB wants to become the “dominant digital address” in the Louisville market.

Jonathan Miller offers a plan for a truce in the War on Coal on the Daily Beast (utilizing many Kentucky stereotypes).

After yesterday’s intense violence, the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt has asked its supporters to take part in a “march of anger” against the military-led government.

ABC’s Joe Brettell asks what all of us are wondering: “Is Rand Paul for real?

Rather than rape charges, Robin Thicke and Pharrell’s summer jam, Blurred Lines, has brought them into legal conflict with Marvin Gaye’s family and record label who claim they weren’t the first to think of it.

Only child? Middle Child? Baby of the family? Your birth order determines who you are.

Morning Meditation: August 13, 2013

music water

I am musically illiterate. Don’t get me wrong, I love everything from bluegrass to Ke$ha, but I can’t talk theory, bars, or any of the complexities. For today, I’m gonna let that go and listen to this piece by Mozart, considered to be some of the most complex classical music ever written.

So sit back and soak in some classy classical before you begin the day en force.

Only 449 days until the 2014 election


Insider Louisville on people buying and building all over town (except maybe the West End)

The Courier-Journal illustrates a new downtown master plan that would bring in two-way streets and green space and all we would lose is the Belvedere.

On the heels of CMT’s Guntucky, the Indianapolis Star reports that reality TV is taking up a junkyard in Southern Indiana for its next look at Middle America.


Courier-Journal says Mitch McConnell’s seat is seen as the key to Republican hope of regaining Senate control and holding onto it.

But Real Clear Politics seems to think that he’s in trouble.

Because Bevin is seeking out support in Northern KY.

Everyone McConnell nose is holding theirs. [WHAS][CNHI] [C-J][C-J] [National Journal] (& many more)

And BuzzFeed is reporting that Sarah Palin has jumped on the Rand Paul bandwagon already.

Oh, and the New York Times just wanted to let us know that Rep. Andy Barr (R-KY) is raking in the moula!!


Atty. General Holder seeks to avert mandatory minimum sentences for some low-level drug offenders says the Washington Post

Dealbook tells us that the US might actually be arresting bankers for white collar crime. A pivotal moment indeed.

Bloomberg questions whether the NRA is prudent in lobbying for gun sales to teens (tweens?)


Morning Meditation: August 12, 2013

Appalachian MountainsMonday is a day when business and busyness begins anew. Today, check out a poem by Appalachian, James Still. Still was a writer (and one-time Bible salesman) from Knott County, KY. Through his lifetime, he saw the destruction of his native land at the hands of coal companies even as he told stories of struggling coal miners.

His voice in this poem, from River of Earthshows a painful but amusing perspective on business and beauty in his home region.

‘Mine Is a Wide Estate’

I am wealthy with earth and sky,
Heir to far boundaries of field and stream,
And scarce can keep track of so much property:
Cloud-herd, dew-diamond, midge and bee,
Wasp-way, wind’s wisdom and the foxfire’s gleam —
I am rich despite a seeming poverty.

Mine is a wide estate. It is a legal jest.
These are a neighbor’s hills, those a stranger’s.
Who owns the water’s speech, the hornet’s nest,
The catbird’s mew, the grassy breath in mangers,
And who in cricket song and mayfly nymphs invest?
I am possessor and possessed.

Morning Meditation: August 11, 2013

Buddha Silhouette

In case you’re like me and missed church this morning, meditate for a moment on this poem by Mary Oliver.

Oliver was a best-selling poet from rural Ohio who, like many of us, was inspired by Whitman and Thoreau. Read this poem. Take a walk. Take the day off.

A Thousand Mornings

Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word.

I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little, the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten. And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors into the temple.