Web Log Archive  March 18th through March 31st, 2007

 

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

Just (finally) got around to watching Al Gore's 'Inconvenient Truth' with Maggie. I liked it. At a little more than an hour and a half, it is a good length (i.e., not a bladder-buster) and Gore's delivery (it is a slide show) is practiced and smooth. He doesn't quite manage either to conceal his elite heritage or to put aside his (yes) effete manner...but that's OK. He comes across as intelligent and engaged.
The message is quite depressing, no clear solution is advanced and the only consolations are for people my age and older: that we are unlikely to live long enough to witness the worst of what are likely to be the cataclysmic consequences of this global warming phenomenon. 
However, there's another depressing message (if only implicit) in this movie: it's the feeling that we all would have been better off today had Al Gore, and not George Bush, been elected in 2000. But...Al Gore was elected in 2000! He just never got to serve.

Friday, March 30th, 2007

"It is to be regretted that the rich and powerful too often bend the acts of government to their selfish purposes."

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I would sincerely regret, and which never shall happen whilst I am in office, a military guard around the President."

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It's a damn poor mind that can think of only one way to spell a word."

Andrew Jackson

Thursday, March 29th, 2007



"Firing a prosecutor for failing to find...voter fraud is like firing a park ranger for failing to find Sasquatch."

Michael Waldman and Justin Levitt

 



Wednesday, March 28th, 2007                  
Happy Birthday, Betty!

Yesterday it was announced that White House Press Secretary Tony Snow has suffered a recurrence of the (colon) cancer that he 'beat' only two years ago. This time, it's in his liver. Mr. Snow is a mere 51, wealthy, personally popular, good-looking (geez, he's still got his hair) and with a to-die-for job. But now, it's quite likely he will not live out the year. 
A story like ole Tony's is thought-provoking. I mean, suppose you knew that your life would almost certainly end within, say, two years? I've heard of people who, finding themselves in such a situation, decide to 'act out', as it were. I remember this guy, from where I worked for a long time, who was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer at age fifty-three. Of course he stopped coming to work but he also promptly went out and bought the motorcycle of his dreams. Other people decide to travel to exotic places. More than a few quietly and meticulously make arrangements to 'cheat' natural death at some point well before they no longer have the physical strength to effectively do so.
But Tony's situation brings to mind the early death of another Republican operative, Mr. Lee Atwater. At age thirty-nine, at the apex of his career as a media 'hit man' for the first George Bush, he was stricken with inoperable brain cancer and he died at age forty. Lee spent the last few months of his short life apologizing to the people he had targeted politically (like Michael Dukakis) and to the many lesser-known people to whom he had behaved so rudely. 

"My illness helped me to see that what was missing in society is what was missing in me: a little heart, a lot of brotherhood. The '80s were about acquiring -- acquiring wealth, power, prestige. I know. I acquired more wealth, power, and prestige than most. But you can acquire all you want and still feel empty. What power wouldn't I trade for a little more time with my family? What price wouldn't I pay for an evening with friends? It took a deadly illness to put me eye to eye with that truth, but it is a truth that the country, caught up in its ruthless ambitions and moral decay, can learn on my dime. I don't know who will lead us through the '90s, but they must be made to speak to this spiritual vacuum at the heart of American society, this tumor of the soul."
Lee Atwater, from an article for Life Magazine, February, 1991

Tuesday, March 27th, 2007

"...in Canada, a woman tried to coax her dog who wasn't eating by eating [some] pet food herself. She became violently ill."

Monday, March 26th, 2007

Had my bi-annual eye exam today and, during an extended wait, I got to read a US News & World Report article about our "Ten Worst Presidents".  Among some fascinating factoids:

William Henry Harrison delivered the longest inaugural address (co-written, in fact, by Daniel Webster, his Secretary of State) of any President before or after him. On March 4th, 1841, he spoke for about two hours in a cold, windy rain with no hat and no overcoat.
The next day, he took to his bed with pneumonia and died a mere thirty days into his term, on April 4th, 1841. He was sixty-eight years old, the oldest President to take office up to that time. He also holds the distinction of being the first President to die in office. 



Sunday, March 25th, 2007

"If we don't believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don't believe in it at all."
Noam Chomsky

Saturday, March 24th, 2007

Support: Technical support, how may I help you?
Lady:
Last night my computer started making a hissing noise so I shut it down. This morning when I turned it on it started hissing and crackling and then it started smoking, giving off a bad smell. Then nothing. Now it won't even turn on!
Support:
We'll send over a technician within the hour. Just leave the computer as it is. We'll either fix it or swap it out for another one. 



After the technician diagnosed the problem, he remarked that, perhaps, the snake had been going after the mouse.

Friday, March 23rd, 2007

"Most of us would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism."

Norman Vincent Peale


Heard in passing: "...a serious heart attack." Kind of like a 'major disaster', I reckon. 

Hear ye: I propose a moratorium on references to "
the elephant in the living room" and/or to "the 800 pound gorilla in the room". Both phrases have been, of late, heard all too often and, so now, are devoid of impact (as well as grating to the ears) and should be banished (along with the now-mercifully-heard-less-often "disingenuous"). And one more once (thank you, Count Basie): 'Criteria' is a plural noun. It's the plural form of 'criterion', as in 'one criterion, two criteria'. Geez! ;-)

Thursday, March 22nd, 2007

It's always easier to start something than to finish it!
It's always easier to begin something than to end it!

Wednesday, March 21st, 2007

Daily Bush-Bash

"I don't care what the polls say. I don't. I'm doing what I think what's wrong."

  New York Times Interview, 3/15/2000



Tuesday, March 20th, 2007   
                     The First Day of Spring!

Nobody Gets Outta Here Alive!

Say what? If the right one don't get ya, then...in fighting heart attacks, strokes and cancer, "...we're keeping people alive so they can get Alzheimer's disease." Steve McConnell (and Tennessee Ernie Ford)

Monday, March 19th, 2007                The Fourth Anniversary of the Beginning of the Iraq War

For sure, I've had a lot of dumb dreams in my long life and, as it is with dreams, I've forgotten almost all of them...usually within a few minutes of having come awake. But this morning I awoke during a dumb dream and, so, could remember much of it.
Now, I don't happen to believe that dreams ever have any special significance and I'm always bored (shirtless) when anyone starts telling me about their latest dream. But since you've read this far, you probably deserve to hear that the dumb dream I had this morning took place in my next-door husband-and-wife neighbors' driveway where, evidently, I had just agreed to purchase a small, white double-seater airplane that just happened to be parked in said driveway.
When I (mercifully) awoke, I was in the throes of buyer's remorse as I struggled with the logistics of getting the white plane out of their driveway and into mine for, in the dream, I seemed to live some miles away down several city thoroughfares and residential streets too narrow to accommodate the plane's wingspan even if it were legal and practical to 'taxi' the aircraft that far. The wife, who seemed to be spearheading the transaction, had graciously cleaned and oiled the leather interior above the small red pedals near the floor. If I hadn't woken up when I did, there's no telling how the dream might have unfolded but then, of course, if I hadn't woken up when I did, I would have had no recollection at all of the dumb dream.

Sunday, March 18th, 2007

"I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, and consequently suggests more tugging, and pain, and diversified elements of misery, than the marriage tie."

"Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death."

"The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it."
Edith Wharton (1862-1937)

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