Which is stronger, fear or hope? This may be important . . .
Recall
We have a new governor in California:
Does the punishment of a humiliating recall fit Davis’ crimes? Maybe not. But the issue isn’t fairness to Davis. It’s the future of the state. If the voters brutally and unfairly punish a state-of-the-art pol who overspends in boom times and puts off tough decisions until after he’s reelected, that doesn’t seem to me a terrible precedent to set. It seems a useful precedent.
Lesbian Rescue Fantasies
From a company newsletter:
[Insert woman’s name here] is quite a rescuer. She started with animals and now has six dogs, 13 cats and a rabbit. Last fall, she decided to extend her caretaking talents to children by becoming a foster parent. She and her partner, [Insert another woman’s name here], are foster parents to 7- and 9-year-old children and expect to take in several more soon. In fact, the two recently added on to their house to accomodate the growing family.
Tropical Moon
We have a young man in our neighborhood — he looks to be junior high school age — who likes to moon passing cars from a high wall in his backyard.
If You Can’t Stand the Heat
LOS ANGELES — Murderess Vidilia Spragin, who is dying of cancer and won “compassionate release” after 20 years in prison, wants to be buried in a plot alongside the husband she killed in 1982.
She was convicted of setting Mr. Spragin on fire.
Seinfeld
Daddy’s Home
I ring the doorbell and my son, from inside, says, “Who is it?” — even though he knows perfectly well who it is since I just heard him bolt the door when he saw me walking up.
“Dad,” I say.
“Dan who?”
“DAD!”
“Dan Dad?”
Alan Turing
A colleague at work asked me, “Do you know how Alan Turing died?”
“He ate a poisoned apple.”
“His mom always maintained that he did that by accident.”
“Does his mom also maintain that he just never found the right girl?”
Prison Sex: A Win-Win Scenario
Convicted child sex abuser and defrocked Roman Catholic priest John Geoghan died Saturday after he was apparently strangled by a fellow inmate at a Massachusetts prison, according to local officials.
Who Moved My Cheese?
There are all these tests of my limited agility and intelligence. They go on and on.
My wife helps me maintain my mental acuity by, whenever I set something down, picking it up and moving it somewhere else.
This is supposedly for the sake of neatness, even though her stuff is all over the damn place, but the result is that my life feels like a non-stop Where’s Waldo? puzzle.
How Was Your Weekend?
Good? Great? Too short?
My weekend — like most of my weekends — was a tug-of-war to balance the vastly different needs and wants of myself and the people I live with.
Doesn’t anyone else have weekends like that?
Feet
We have a young woman at work with the most extraordinary feet — beautifully polished toenails, toe rings, and just this week she added three small faux (I assume) diamonds to the big toenail on each foot.
Great Moments in Hubris
I had lunch with a couple of colleagues today at an Indian buffet. When the time came to divide the check, one of them announced as he tossed in his money, “I don’t tip at buffets.”
When this met with silence, he added, “And I had to ask for more water. That indicates a lack of attentiveness. So no tip.”
As we were leaving, the “inattentive” busboy came running up and handed Mr. I-Don’t-Tip-At-Buffets not one, but two cell phones, which he’d left behind at the table.
A New Standard in Low Standards
COLUMBUS, Ohio — Maurice Clarett was charged Tuesday with lying about items stolen from a car he had been driving.
Clarett was charged with misdemeanor falsification, city attorney spokesman Scott Varner said. If convicted, Clarett would face up to six months in jail and a $1,000 fine.
In Memoriam: Johnny Cash
Anyone who thinks Johnny Cash wasn’t ready to check out even before his wife died in May has probably not seen the “Hurt” video.
I certainly think a person in ill health can voluntarily release his or her grip on life . . . we had a family member with cancer who really wanted to die at home, but unfortunately she became too ill to care for at home.
The night the family decided that she’d have to be hospitalized, she died . . .
Television
First radio, then television, have assaulted and overturned the privacy of the home, the real American privacy, which permitted the development of a higher and more independent life within democratic society. Parents can no longer control the atmosphere of the home and have lost even the will to do so.
I think that’s a good explanation of how I feel when the TV is on, a feeling that I’ve lost control of my home to an uninvited guest . . .
Song Lyrics That Didn’t Resonate Until 25 Years Later
I’ve been aware of the time going by
They say in the end it’s the wink of an eye.
Vagueness and Sheer Incompetence
This mixture of vagueness and sheer incompetence is the most marked characteristic of modern English prose, and especially of any kind of political writing. As soon as certain topics are raised, the concrete melts into the abstract and no one seems to be able to think of turns of speech that are not hackneyed; prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated henhouse.
I am so glad to hear that, because I try to read political commentary every now and then, and I can very rarely figure out what if anything is being said.
I thought it was just me.
The Latte Factor
Is $1 million really better than a good cup of coffee?
Someone has trademarked the phrase “The Latte Factor,” referring to his claim that you could save the $3.50 a day you’re spending on little things like coffee, invest it, and wind up with millions of dollars.
I don’t doubt that under a certain set of assumptions, that’s true — although under another set of assumptions, you could invest the money and lose it all, in which case you’ve got no lattes and no money).
Wrought by Prayer
I have lived my life, and that which I have done
May He within Himself make pure! but thou,
If thou shouldst never see my face again,
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.
Tennyson has said that more things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of, but he has wisely refrained from saying whether they are good things or bad things. It might perhaps be as well if the world were to dream of, or even become wide awake to some of the things that are being wrought by prayer.