On the Penzance runnings, I heard two words that aren’t words on the self-satisfied national air.

First came Politization. This is the unword used by people who are trying to punch intellectually above their weight, when they want to indicate that a situation is becoming politicized. It’s always uttered with a hesitation that says they know it’s not quite right, but uh, whatever.

Then the genius Postmaster drone DeJoy treated us to:

Deterorate.

Deter O’rate.

As in, the language is deter o’ratin’.

I don’t want to be that sniffy guy. But I feel I have no choice.

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I never really listened to much Justin Townes Earle, although his father’s music has been very important to me.

But it is a shame that he’s dead at 38, and also that the cause is still undisclosed.

We can pretty easily guess from the fact that:

Justin survived five heroin overdoses by the time he was 21 …

It gives me pause as I ramp up once more to try and beat my own addiction, and again I feel blessed that my own is one that kills so slow.