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The cover of the weekend’s Parade Magazine asks, “Who is the world’s worst dictator?”

I scanned the collage of headshots for George W. Bush. True story.

(No, I don’t believe he’s as bad as the 10 guys in the article. He’s only imprisoned and tortured a few dozen people, most of whom were not even US citizens. He will need to work much harder to make next year’s lineup.)

In related news, I really enjoyed Molly Ivins’ editorial, I will not support Hillary Clinton for president (mirrors) , especially this part:

The majority of the American people (55 percent) think the war in Iraq is a mistake and that we should get out. The majority (65 percent) of the American people want single-payer health care and are willing to pay more taxes to get it. The majority (86 percent) of the American people favor raising the minimum wage. The majority of the American people (60 percent) favor repealing Bush’s tax cuts, or at least those that go only to the rich. The majority (66 percent) wants to reduce the deficit not by cutting domestic spending, but by reducing Pentagon spending or raising taxes.

The majority (77 percent) thinks we should do “whatever it takes” to protect the environment. The majority (87 percent) thinks big oil companies are gouging consumers and would support a windfall profits tax. That is the center, you fools. WHO ARE YOU AFRAID OF?

If you visit the diRosa Preserve, take the guides’ advice and stop by Artesa Winery. It’s set into the ridge on a neighboring property, with awesome wrap-around views, fountains, sculpture… I think they even make wine.

The place is hard to find, takes a while to get to, isn’t obviously near other wineries, and everything inside is expensive. Have someone else in your group spring for the tasting (yes, they charge for tasting; this is Napa), but make sure you find the “view terrace.” This is what you drove out here to see.

Flickr, as usual, has some great photos, tagged artesa.

Also, check out the virtual tour on the Artesa site.

The diRosa Preserve is a 217-acre art park in Napa County, CA. We took the winter tour a few weeks ago, and loved it. I want to go back.

The main art gallery houses a permanent collection of some fantastic stuff — huge pop-art paintings, photos, weird kinetic and video sculptures (including one that shouted insults at me as I approached), even an art car from David Best (of Burning Man fame).

The tour guides were helpful, engaging, accomodating, and clearly knowledgeable. But they wouldn’t allow anyone to take photos inside the galleries, so my only pictures are from outside:
Photos from the diRosa Preserve

There are a lot more photos (and better ones) at Flickr: dirosapreserve

It’s hard for me to not finish a book, unless it’s non-fiction, in which case I’m doomed to read the first half three or four times over as many years before I finally lose interest. Fiction, though, is cerebral candy, or maybe heroin. Even when I know the damage it’s doing, I can’t stop. This is bad for me, I think, turning pages madly into the night.

In college I got halfway through a promising SF novel when I realized the promise had not been kept… the lifeless characters remained so, and the plot flopped around on the dock of the author’s best intentions, gasping for assistance. I doggedly finished the book, hating every page, resenting every word.

I finished it, and then I sawed it in half with an Xacto knife. I left the top half of the bisected, paper-bit-shedding carcass on my shelf as a warning to other books.

I recently had an opportunity to test my patience with lousy fiction. Many years have passed since the book-butchering incident. Am I still addicted?

A houseguest left behind a promising diversion, Vince Flynn’s Memorial Day. The cover declared this to be a New York Times bestseller. Seeking distraction, I flipped to the first page:

Mitch Rapp stared through the one-way mirror into the dank, subterranean cement chamber. A man, clothed in nothing more than a pair of underwear, sat handcuffed to a small, ridiculously uncomfortable-looking chair. A naked lightbulb hung from the ceiling, dangling only a foot or so above him. The stark glare of the light combined with his state of near total exhaustion, caused the man’s head to droop forward, leaving his chin resting on his chest.

“Ridiculously uncomfortable-looking”? It’s not just uncomfortable; it’s ridiculously uncomfortable. Looking.

The glare caused the man’s head to droop? That’s some kind of oppressive glare. By the way, can an entire scene be a cliche?

Rapp checked his watch. He was running out of time and patience. He’d just as soon shoot this piece of human refuse

The sentence continued, but I did not. I gratefully closed the book, thinking: I have the power!

I have to thank Vince Flynn for writing so badly on page 1 that I needn’t continue even past the second paragraph. I’m no literary snob, but I can detect clumsy composition and grammatically challenged prose. I mean, I went to High School.

I am aware that the story is told from the perspective of the Mitch Rapp character. In other words, the issue might not be that Flynn is a “ridiculously” bad writer, but that Mitch Rapp’s internal dialog and imagery is straight out of Freshman Comp. Either way, I’m not up for 573 more pages of it.

Just in case you’re tempted, here’s the last sentence, a spoiler offered as a part of my occasional efforts to save you some time (you’ll thank me later):

There was only one way to wage it — head-on and with brutal and overwhelming force.

Gad, does that mean there’s a sequel?

Although it’s true that I tend to be more susceptible to the promises of miracle foods than most people, it’s also true that my diet is a lot healthier than, at least, the typical American’s. Of course, I’ll probably die young when I choke on a soy nut.

Fish oil is the latest miracle-food I’ve added to my diet. I was convinced to try it by an article at Mercola.com, which said in part:

Americans consume a dangerously insufficient amount of Omega-3, a fat essential to good health but only found in fish oil and a few other foods. Meanwhile, our intake of Omega-6, another fat found in corn, soy, sunflower and other oils, is far too high. The ideal ratio of Omega-6 to Omega-3 should be 1:1, but the typical American’s ratio ranges from 20:1 to 50:1!

I picked up a small bottle of Carlson’s Finest Fish Oil (“Great Lemon Flavor!”) without giving a lot of thought to how I’d actually consume the stuff. The idea of tossing back a spoonful of oil makes me queasy. That this particular oil results from dumping a boatful of whole fish into a press doesn’t help matters, although I would have a hard time shooting imported Greek Kalamata oil, too. I’ll put oil on bread, vegetables, soup, just about anything, but drinking it straight is something I’m no more likely to enjoy than eating a tablespoon of Vaseline.

The bottle in the refrigerator mocked me. “I’m healthy,” it whispered. “And I have a great lemon flavor!”

So at lunch one day I toasted up some of my favorite bread and drenched it with the prescribed amount of fish oil. The result was vile. Images of that enormous fish-press haunted me. The air was thick with the aroma of slightly-off lemons. Warmed by the bread, the fish oil coated my mouth, my throat, my soul. Something spun, either the room or my stomach, and possibly both. Urgh.

It took weeks to work up the courage to try the oil again. I decided to do exactly the thing I couldn’t imagine: drink it straight. The less time it spent in my mouth, the better.

To my happy surprise, it went down easily. And stayed down. I was so pleased with myself, I had seconds. My whole family has now made this an evening ritual.

In retrospect, letting the oil heat up that first time was a bad idea. The colder it is, the less, erm, “flavorful” it is. Heed my advice: drink it cold, and swallow it fast.

If you’re thinking about buying some fish oil, the most important question you should be asking right now is What about mercury? The answer is, Carlson’s claims its Finest Fish Oil contains no detectable amount of mercury, and Environmental Defense’s mercury survey ranked it as a “best choice.”

To date I’ve been buying fish oil at iHerb.com, but I just realized that Amazon’s price is $6 lower for the 500ml bottle. (The Mercola site sells it too, but the prices are very high.)

See also Dr. Mercola’s Fish Oil FAQ.