Election files erased in Palm Beach County: … Former elections supervisor Theresa LePore won’t know what happened till her IT staffer returns from vacation.

And suddenly I am angry all over again.

Intolerant!: … Two years ago today, at discipline and publish, Paul Festa contemplated homicide.

Today at Café Flore I am close to murder. Before they even sit down the couple moving in next table is motivating me to poison them. Before I even look up their kvetchy voices are whetting my bloodthirst. He needs to sit in a chair, not on the bench. His back is giving him trouble.

What is this? Why, on this comparatively lovely late summer day, am I hearing about this bald old man’s back pain? There is only one conversation about physical discomfort permitted in public, and it concerns my knee. Or my hands. Sometimes I get this pain in my right ankle where a summer school math teacher stepped on it, supposedly on accident. Remind me to tell you more about that some time.

Babies on board: … I saw the wire yesterday on this story about Rosemarie Barcelona Radovan, but I didn’t get to it until today. (Somehow, I don’t think the defense witness — an expert in clinical and child psychology — helped Radovan’s case by saying that in the Phillippine community, it was “not an unusual thing to do, to have your children close by at work.”)

I was reminded of Radovan’s story after glancing at the front of today’s Mercury News and reading about Brian Gilbert, who faces criminal charges related to leaving his 5-month-old son in a locked car while watching anime for three hours.

When my mom was taking real-estate classes in the early 1980s, I remember spending a few hours every Saturday morning in the public library in Wheaton, Md. My brothers and I took homework, but after that was done it was open season on volumes and volumes of books. (My faves were James Blish’s series of Star Trek paperback novels and the James Bond books — Ian Fleming’s and John Gardiner’s.) I wish Radovan’s sons had been able to kill some time at a library.

Beauty and the butt: … as considered in a modeling contest in Uganda, according to an Africana.com article passed around on the Afrofuturism mailing list two months ago. Yes, I don’t clean out my in-box often. Why do you ask?

The modeling industry is a frequent target of criticism for promoting an unrealistic and unhealthy image of beauty among women and girls worldwide. Critics of the modeling industry argue that “real” women of all races are hardly represented by the women we see on the catwalks and on the pages of fashion magazines. Fashion stylists and designers respond that models are essentially clotheshorses, and are in no way meant to reflect reality. The clothes hang most ideally on a lanky, skinny female form, they argue, which is why it’s so important that the girl/women’s body parts all fit certain stringent measurements.