Musings from Brian J. Noggle
Friday, April 30, 2004
 
Affluent Affleck Afflicts

According to Yahoo! news:
    He is one of Hollywood's best-compensated actors, but matinee idol Ben Affleck (news) came to the US Congress Thursday to lobby for higher pay for some of America's lowest-paid workers.

    Affleck, who earns millions per screen appearance, appeared alongside Massachusetts Senator Ted Kennedy to urge lawmakers to increase the federal minimum wage from its current five dollars and 15 cents per hour to seven dollars per hour.
Apparently, the pressure was getting to be too much, and Affleck had to open his mouth to let a little pressure out.

Instead of just talking the talk, Affleck could choose to spend his own damn money, of which there is no shortage from my vantage point but about which his fleet of accountants are undoubtedly concerned, to open a series of fast food restaurants and discount groceries wherein he could somehow pay workers $7.00 an hour and still keep in business. That would probably put some of his accountants in the morgue with heart failure, because they know (even if they don't communicate this with their client) that higher labor costs and higher employment tend to work against each other, much like higher labor costs and affordable prices.

Instead of risking his own "earned" capital, Affleck wants to sacrifice that of real entrepreneurs. He chooses to "give at the office" by making other people and corporations pick up the tab for his community ideals, much like people who want to take care of the poor but don't volunteer or donate because they already paid taxes but think the government could do more.

If the country were filled with people like you, Mr. Affleck and like-minded, we'd have a world..... well, much like the screwed-up one we have now.

 
Who's Your Theologian?

I know I'm a couple hours short of that degree in Theology, but I recognize the problem in Hugh Hewitt's assertion:
    "For all of its history, ADL has been self-asked to live up to one of the oldest most fundamental principles of civilization. It is actually one of the Commandments as we know: 'Love your neighbor.' And all of you are yourselves showing courage, because it can be bitter, it is tough. Bigotry, hatred, fear, drive people to do things that are inexplicable, and it is hard in any community to stand up against that, but it is vital."

    John Kerry --connecting again with yet another audience. ADL is a largely Jewish organization, which is not likely to recognize John Kerry's "commandment" as one of the big 10.
Sloppy sentence, Hugh. You know and I know that the Big 10 are found in the book of Exodus, which features the little-known story of the Hebrews fleeing from Egypt. Some of the people in the Anti-Defamation League might have heard that story sometime. So it's not that the members of the Jewish organization won't recognize the ten commandments.

A more nuanced reading indicates that the members of the Anti-Defamation League will not recognize Kerry's "Love your neighbor" edict as one of the ten commandments because it's not in the ten commandments, not because the Jews don't recognize the ten commandments.

Take care with your words, brother, because someone out there will hop on it to paint you as anti-semitic, somehow turning your ill-written assertion into repeating the blood libel.

(Link first seen on Power Line.)

 
Whose Your Theologian?

Geez, guys, I'm a few hours short of that Bachelor's Degree in Theology from a Jesuit university, but I can see the problem with Hugh Hewitt's assertion:
    "For all of its history, ADL has been self-asked to live up to one of the oldest most fundamental principles of civilization. It is actually one of the Commandments as we know: 'Love your neighbor.' And all of you are yourselves showing courage, because it can be bitter, it is tough. Bigotry, hatred, fear, drive people to do things that are inexplicable, and it is hard in any community to stand up against that, but it is vital."

    John Kerry --connecting again with yet another audience. ADL is a largely Jewish organization, which is not likely to recognize John Kerry's "commandment" as one of the big 10.
It sounds as though Hugh's saying the Jews are unfamiliar with the big 10, which would not be the case, since it's in Exodus, which describes the Hebrew exodus from Egypt.

Perhaps a nuanced reading might indicate that his audience will, in fact, recognize that Kerry's "commandment" isn't one of the commandments we know, but a basic teaching from the New Testament. But jeez, looies, Hewitt, be a little more careful that your sentences aren't open to the interpretation that Jewish people don't recognize (or perhaps believe in) the Big Ten Commandments, all right? You're not an anti-semite; don't give anyone the chance to paint you as one.

(Link seen first on Power Line.)

Thursday, April 29, 2004
 
The Plan

Step 1: Collect undershirts.

Step 3: Profit!


 
That Will Teach Us

The St. Louis Post-Dispatch shows the voters the error of our ways:
    Looking to go swimming at a St. Louis County park pool on Memorial Day or Labor Day?

    Forget about it.

    After voters this month narrowly turned down a sales tax increase to support county parks, the parks department is trimming five weeks off the swimming season.
Obviously, not forking over an extra sixteen and a half million dollars of our money every year has forced the county to prioritize its budget and trim some non-essential services. Unfortunately, this will infringe upon the pencilled-in right to swim found in the elaborately customized constitutions owned by the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

Undoubtedly, this will impact the children, the seniors, and the poor disproportionately, as they don't have swimming pools in their backyards. I guess we'll read that in tomorrow's Post-Dispatch.

 
Hockey Joke

Four hockey fans are mountain climbing. Each climber happens to be a rabid fan of a different NHL team. One from Chicago, one from St. Louis, one from Detroit and the other from Nashville. As they climbed higher and higher, they argue more and more about which of them is the most loyal to their particular hockey team.

As they reach the summit, the climber from Chicago takes a running leap and throws himself off the mountain yelling " This is for the Chicago Blackhawks!"

Not wanting to be outdone, the climber from Nashville throws himself off the mountain shouting "This is for the Nashville Predators!"

Seeing this, the St. Louis Blues fan walks to the edge and yells, "This is for hockey fans everywhere!". He then pushes the fan from Detroit off the cliff.

(Slightly modified from a joke seen on Hockey Pundits, which involved some Canadian teams or something.)

 
I Shall Die A Pedestrian

The City of Milwaukee is going to subvert the laws of nature by making Wells and State streets two way.

Wells, located on the Marquette campus, has been one way forever. I never look eastbound when crossing, which means the next time I stagger out of Hegarty's, I am going to get creamed. Thanks, Milwaukee.

 
Open Season

Anyone posting on the Internet bemoaning his or her absolute poverty should be properly mocked; that is to say, incessantly and loudly.

Thank you, that is all.

 
I Am Glad I Am Not In College Today

Friends, were I in college today, odds are that I would not graduate.

Instead, I'd probably be in jail for assaulting one or more dishonorable cretins, or be killed by a rabid mob of the same.

As a columnist in the paper in my college days, I mocked many ideals, but never a death.

 
What Generation Gap?

In the September 2003 issue of Speakeasy, the magazine reports on its survey that sought to examine the differences among the generations in its readership and to determine if one or more generation gaps really exist. A handy table condensed some of the highlights:

Graduated from High School In: 1940s and 1950s 1960s 1970s 1980s 1990s 2000s
When you crooned behind your closed bedroom door in high school, which singer did you most often imitate? Elvis Presley Joan Baez
The Motown Sound
Joni Mitchell
Carole King
Paul McCartney
Johnny Cash
Prince
Tori Amos
Madonna
Ani DiFanco


Ani DiFanco? It's just a typo, I know, because a later cell of the table (most important album from high school) spells her name right (while getting the name of her album Little Plastic Castles wrong). But jeez, it sort of proves the generational gap, wot, that they couldn't tell at a glance the misspelling?

Or perhaps I am the only one who straddles the generational gaps like a gymnastically-inclined squid.

To celebrate, I switched from the AM oldies station today and put on some Vag Rock. I'm I am not a pretty girl.... that is not what I do.... I ain't no damsel in distess..... and I don't need to be rescued....

Yeah!

 
Deploy the DiFranconator!

I know that United States forces in Iraq have played American rock and roll as a form of psychological warfare against the islamofascists. When confronted with taunts of against their manhood and Metallica, many Iraqis charged out like rabid animals and were quickly shot down.

Imagine how much more madder and crazier they would have been if our guys played Ani DiFranco. If the decadence of American rock and roll offended them so, it could only be more effective to have a woman singing to them that she's enthusiastically conflicted about sleeping with copious amounts of men and women.


Wednesday, April 28, 2004
 
Reminder to IMAO Judges

Attention, IMAO judges:

Remember, if Heather wins the IMAO T-Shirt Babe contest, there will be plenty of celebratory Guinness to go around.

Remember to vote as though a Daley sent you.

Thank you, that is all.

 
Wishing What I Got

Today's Google Search: i wish i never won powerball.

Your humble narrator is currently the 36th hit.

Remember, wish for what you have, and you'll be happy. Or content, or perhaps blithe.

 
His Majesty

Kudos to the Washington Post editor who entitled this op-ed column, which explains why we should not take to heart Kerry's youthful indescretions when considering his fitness for leadership, "Prince Hal vs King Henry".

Message: John Kerry was born to be king!

 
Who's Not Their English Major? Say It!

From Crescat Sententia we have a rebuttal of sorts to the list included here. Crescat lists its top 99 books/series of all time.

Here's how I fared on its enlightened reading, with the books I have read in bold and those I have on my to-read shelf in italics:
    1. Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen
    2. The Remains of the Day, by Kazuo Ishigruo
    3. Harry Potter Series, by J.K. Rowling
    4. The End of the Affair, by Graham Greene
    5. All The King’s Men, by Robert Penn Warren
    6. Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov
    7. The Princess Bride, by William Goldman
    8. Invisible Man, by Ralph Ellison
    9. The Name of the Rose, by Umberto Eco
    10. Syrup, by Max (Maxx) Barry
    11. Emma, by Jane Austen
    12. The Dirk Gently Series, by Douglas Adams
    13. Ada, by Vladimir Nabokov
    14. The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams
    15. 100 Years of Solitude, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
    16. Persuasion, by Jane Austen
    17. The Blind Assassin, by Margaret Atwood
    18. The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald
    19. Pale Fire, by Vladimir Nabokov
    20. Ender’s Game, Speaker for the Dead, &c., by Orson Scott Card
    21. Oryx and Crake, by Margaret Atwood
    22. Survivor, by Chuck Palahniuk
    23. Ana Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy
    24. The Three Musketeers Series, by Alexandre Dumas [The Three Musketeers, anyway.]
    25. The Divine Comedy, by Dante Alighieri
    26. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, by Milan Kundera ["Strip!"]
    27. Tess of D’Urbevilles, by Thomas Hardy
    28. High Fidelity, by Nick Hornby
    29. Howard’s End, by E.M. Forster
    30. Lullaby, by Chuck Palahniuk
    31. The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, by Robert Heinlein
    32. Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte
    33. The Heart of the Matter, by Graham Greene
    34. Cold Comfort Farm, by Stella Gibbon
    35. My Antonia, by Willa Cather
    36. The Big Sleep, by Raymond Chandler
    37. To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee
    38. Middlemarch, by George Eliot
    39. Song of Fire and Ice, by George R.R. Martin
    40. Love in the Time of Cholera, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
    41. Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Doestoevesky
    42. What Maisie Knew, by Henry James
    43. American Pastoral, by Philip Roth
    44. Galveston, by Sean Stewart
    45. If On a Winter's Night a Traveller, by Italo Calvino
    46. Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger
    47. Mansfield Park, by Jane Austen
    48. Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
    49. Youth in Revolt, by C.D. Payne
    50. Moby Dick, by Herman Melville
    51. Sense and Sensibility, by Jane Austen
    52. Big Trouble, by Dave Barry
    53. Cat’s Eye, by Margaret Atwood
    54. Villette, by Charolotte Bronte
    55. The Last Chronicle of Barset, by Anthony Trollope
    56. Phineas Finn, Phineas Finn Redux, by Anthony Trollope
    57. Darlington’s Fall, by Brad Leithauser
    58. This Real Night, by Rebecca West
    59. The Baron in the Trees, by Italo Calvino
    60. Summer, by Edith Wharton
    61. The Unconsoled, by Kazuo Ishiguro
    62. Cecilia, by Frances Burney
    63. The Secret History, by Donna Tartt
    64. Dangerous Liaisons, by Choderlos de Laclos
    65. Mr. Scarborough’s Family, by Anthony Trollope
    66. The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien
    67. A Room with a View, by E.M. Forster
    68. The Duke’s Children, by Anthony Trollope
    69. Breakfast at Tiffany’s, by Truman Capote
    70. Daniel Deronda, by George Eliot
    71. The Dumas Club, by Arturo Perez-Reverte
    72. Baudolino, by Umberto Eco
    73. Brideshead Revisited, by Evelyn Waugh
    74. The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand
    75. David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens
    76. Catch-22, by Joseph Heller
    77. Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens
    78. The Manticore, by Robertson Davies
    79. The Maltese Falcon, by Dashiell Hammitt
    80. Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad
    81. Good Morning, Midnight, by Jean Rhys
    82. The Series of Unfortunate Events, by Lemony Snicket
    83. Sula, by Toni Morrison
    84. The House in Paris, by Elizabeth Bowen
    85. The Little Friend, by Donna Tartt
    86. The Death of the Heart, by Elizabeth Bowen
    87. Gaudy Night, by Dorothy Sayers
    88. The Discworld Saga, by Terry Pratchett
    89. Gone With the Wind, by Margaret Mitchell
    90. The Fountain Overflows, by Rebecca West
    91. Possession, by A.S. Byatt
    92. The Island of the Day Before, by Umberto Eco
    93. God Knows, by Joseph Heller
    94. The Cat Who Walked Through Walls, by Robert Heinlein
    95. Candide, by Voltaire
    96. The Vagabond, by Colette
    97. Tom Jones, by Henry Fielding
    98. The Fencing Master, by Arturo Perez-Reverte
    99. Portrait of a Lady, by Henry James
Not so good, but it's not a list of (sniff!) canon.

 
Ban Raw Materials, Says Expert "Red" Adabsurdum

From the St. Louis Post-Dispatch
    The debate over Missouri's growing methamphetamine problem took a major turn Wednesday, as police from around the state demanded that some common cold pills used to make the drug be classified as regulated narcotics available only at pharmacies.

    At issue is a chemical called pseudoephedrine. It's an active ingredient in more than 80 over-the-counter remedies that are sold everywhere from gas stations to grocery stores. But pseudoephedrine also is a key ingredient in most recipes for meth, a powerful stimulant often called ice, crystal or crank.

    Missouri last year toughened existing regulations on how much pseudoephedrine a store could sell to an individual customer, and added new restrictions on where those cold pills could be displayed. As a result, meth cooks and their helpers now must shop at dozens of stores to get the thousands of pills needed to make even a few ounces of meth.

    Police at the summit said that without tougher regulations, the explosive increase in small meth labs will continue in Missouri and throughout the Midwest. Although most of the nation's meth is made at a small number of large drug labs in Mexico and California, Missouri and the states it borders accounted for more than half of the meth-lab raids and related seizures last year.
In other news, fire marshals demanded that lighters, matches, and magnifying glasses be sold only over the counter as they can be combined with an accellerant to intentionally start a fire, MADD is protesting against the availabilty of fruits and dandelions to young people, who can then ferment them and drink the contents, and the anti-gun lobby to restrict the sales of steel, lead, and wood.

Legitimate purposes and rights are a threat to security. Just stand in your stall and bleat a little until its your turn, veal.

 
Budget Crisis in San Francisco Because People Obey Law

The City of San Francisco is running into budget problems because drivers just aren't racking up the fines anticipated, reports the San Francisco Chronicle:
    The Bay Area's sputtering economy has meant good news for San Francisco drivers, who have seen a drop in competition for the city's notoriously scarce on-street parking spaces, but bad news for City Hall's finance wizards who count on fines for illegal parking to help balance the budget.
Unfortunately, building fines and excise taxes into the budget lead to this sort of problem. The government needs people to do proscribed things, or it needs to proscribe more things to keep spooning citizens' money down its sucking maw. People might shriek over a property tax increase, or might vote down a sales tax hike, but who's going to oppose raising a parking ticket fine?

Until your dentist appointment runs over fifteen minutes, or you don't know the lottery-style system of proper side-of-street parking (stay overnight in Milwaukee, eh?) and suddenly you're paying $250.

The silver lining, if you're looking for something positive to say about profligate spending outpacing revenue: The anticipated shortfall is only $4 million dollars in the $352 million dollar deficit San Francisco's running this year.

Monday, April 26, 2004
 
Hat Blogging

Brock Sides of Signifying Nothing is a hat man. He even mentions Mr. Hats in Memphis, which is oddly enough where I purchased my current preferred black fedora. I've only been to Memphis twice, but the last time I was there--some six years ago (?!) I got my Dobbs. I would have gotten it at Donge's, in Milwaukee, but they closed down seven years ago. A pity; I had gotten my first three fedoras there.

At any rate, here it is, my primary hat, worn outdoors with or without trenchcoat:

The black fedora.

I wear it winter or summer, to work and to play. I've been wearing black fedoras for eleven years, since my years at college. Even today, should I bump into a Marquette alum of the same period, I might be recognized on the hat alone.

(Oh, yeah, and to Arkansas with James Lileks, who said intemperate words about bloggers and fedoras.)

Here's my writing hat of the last few years, a brown Berlesoni I picked up at an estate sale for a couple bucks:

The brown fedora.

It has the former owner's initials in it, WJS. I tend to wear hats while writing (I wore a cheap straw Panama hat for my first novel and this brown fedora for my second novel). Heck, I'm wearing a ball cap now (Sydney Olympics 2000, given to me by a friend who got it from a real, live Australian!).

But the brown fedora faces competition from the new beachcomber's hat I bought in Florida this March:

The beachcomber.

I wear it, and the Sydney ball cap, as I revise novel #2, blog, and open (and close) the various and sundry inchoate essays and novels that allow me to continue my dream of being a writer.

So, what are you wearing?

 
Off Color Topic

MSN Dating offers this helpful article: 9 romantic gestures that'll knock her socks off.

Note to the relationship expert who titled this piece: Men are not trying to get women's socks off.

Let us men know when you get to more relevant garments.

Thank you, that is all.

 
You Only Thought They Had Everything

Remember all those times you couldn't think of what to get those special someones on your gift-giving list? You thought they had everything?

You were wrong. Odds are, that special person doesn't have one of these Subversive Cross-Stitch creations.

Until this Christmas, right?

Sunday, April 25, 2004
 
Google Search of the Day

Hey, I am number 2 for the Google Search "searching for yourself on google".

But who would search for that, using proper query syntax and all?

Attention, journalists: I can be reached via e-mail at stlbrianj@hotmail.com.

I am going to be FAMOUS now!

 
Dear Consumer: Just Say No

In another attempt to save the consumer from himself, the Illinois Attorney General is cattle-prodding the Illinois legislature to the rescue. The St. Louis Post-Dispatch reports.

Typical sob lead:
    When Michael Rogers drove out of a car dealership three years ago in his newly purchased GMC Jimmy, he thought he understood the financing arrangement. The interest rate the dealership gave him on the loan - 20.95 percent - sounded high, but the dealer had explained that Rogers' checkered credit history had required it, and he'd accepted that explanation.

    "I thought it was a good deal for me," said Rogers, 45, a former postal worker in Chicago who is on disability. "I knew I'd had some credit problems ... so, I figured, 'Yeah, my credit must be bad.' I figured this was the punishment."

    After more than two years of paying $409 a month on the car, Rogers learned that he had actually been approved for a 9.25 percent loan from a lender. Unknown to Rogers, the dealership had then added the additional 11.7 percent itself, raising the final cost on the $17,000 car by almost $7,000.
Aw, poor baby. You know, I got socked with a .9 percent financing rate in March, 2001. A year later, rates were 0 percent as car makers tried to ensure continued sales after September 11. So I feel your pain, pinhead.

21% on a car? Jesus H. Gonzalez, but that's a damn high rate to pay. Come to think of it, $17,000 is a lot to pay for a vehicle, especially at 21% interest. It took me almost four years to run my credit cards up to that amount, but that included a night at a "Fantasy Suite" establishment which included an in-room swimming pool, sauna, waterfall, and complimentary bottle of champagne. A lot to spend for one person, but at least it wasn't $17,000. What's my point?

Oh, yeah, you, Joe Stupid Consumer, are an IDIOT to spend that much on a car at that rate of interest and assume it's the best rate without shopping around. Fortunately, the Daley State will come to your aid and will straitjacket business because you, the consumer, are mad.
    Attorney General Lisa Madigan is pushing legislation that would require car dealers to tell customers how much of their car loan interest rate was determined by the lender, and how much the dealer has added on to it.
Thank heavens! The Illinois Government to the rescue!
    The markup system is common in auto financing nationwide, including in Missouri. Lawmakers in Missouri are not considering any legislation to require disclosure of the actual loan rate.
The Post-Dispatch ruefully reports this, because it's on the side of the working man in every contest wherein the reigning champion isn't the newspaper industry.
    One dealer promised to get a car buyer the "best" rate for a loan. The dealer offered the customer a loan at 16.95 percent interest. It turned out that the dealer was secretly paying 14.95 percent interest to a lender and pocketing the difference.

    "I asked the dealer why he was charging my client a higher rate than the one approved for my client," says Mitchell Stoddard, an attorney in St. Louis County. "And he looked me in the eye and said: 'We gotta pay our bills.'"
All right, your crackhead investigative journalism has probably uncovered a dealer offering a deal to a subprime customer, wherein the dealer says the "best" rate, and probably means the "best" in the sense of the best in which the dealer would offer. Come on, PD, you don't hammer advertiser Anheuser Busch in any advertisement wherein it proclaims any superlatives, particularly those including taste--so why come down hard on the poor SOB auto dealer who has bought a corner lot and a couple junkers in a throw at the American Dream?

I have sympathy for the business in this case because 1.) it's someone taking a shot at making money, and 2.) it entered the contract with its eyes open, unlike the less-than-savvy consumers you defend. But the intelligent don't need government, or crusading "journalism," protection. They understand the free, voluntary exchange in any business transaction.

We'd also prefer you not pollute the swimming pool with more legislation and regulation, thanks.

 
At Least There Were No Casualties This Time

Today's top story in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch: Rams' Little is accused of DWI.

At least he didn't kill anyone this time.

Here's what I wrote when he was sentenced for killing Susan Gutweiler in The Cynic Express(ed) 3.02:
    A St. Louis Court has just this afternoon upheld the precedent that although the law in our nation maintains that everyone is equal before the blind, deaf, and especially dumb Maiden Justice, some animals are more equal than others. Now in our very heartland, much like on this nation’s more enlightened Left Coast, football players can kill innocent women with near impunity.

    Last October, Leonard Little, intoxicated Star Bonecrusher of some sort or another for the St. Louis Rams, ran a red light in his great big new Mercury Decimator sport utility vehicle and, true to his title, rammed a smaller car that was quite lawfully making its way through our downtown St. Louis streets. Susan Gutweiler died from it.

    Gutweiler, a mother from Oakville, a suburb to the southwest of St. Louis improper, died because she was in the right place—crossing an intersection according to all applicable traffic laws—at the wrong time, when a local footballer on the sixth-rate tax abatement and corporate incentive money hole that passes for an NFL team in this town happened out at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong blood alcohol content and at the wrong speed. And she died, as the Post-Dispatch put it, “later of her injuries.” Suffered when two tons of blood alcohol content and metal compacted her proletariat car.

    At least the media have not been silent throughout the debacle. Although Gutweiler’s family will have to go on without a mother and a wife, at least Leonard Little’s story is being told. The St. Louis Rams, when their coach Dick, capital D-I-C-K, Vermeil has taken time to reflect on crime and punishment in the United States, issued a frank and thought provoking statement that the St. Louis Rams are not afraid to embrace all members of their team, even those who get lit and run down actual practicing members of Family Values.

    No, the St. Louis media have emphasized the claims from Little’s attorneys, therapists, and other millennial swamis that Little needs to get back to work making the bountiful dollars that those of us here in the inner ring suburbs can imagine only remotely. It’s part of the healing process for him to get back out onto the field crashing into other felons and earning the adulation of a public which bemoans the collapse of society and the dearth of character in strangers but doesn’t confuse the man’s personal life with the great job he does. No, Leonard Little just wants to move on, find closure, and put it all behind him that she got in front of him. Susan Gutweiler would probably have wanted to move on, too, if she weren’t dead.

    I know, I know, I should probably calm down. After all, the St. Louis court today handed down the punishment for Leonard Little. Ninety days in jail—NINETY DAYS IN JAIL--and four years’ probation. And the conditions of the probation are pretty strict, I’ll admit. No booze, no bars, no intoxicating substances. After all, the Post-Dispatch does emphasize that he faces testing. It’s already obvious that he doesn’t have the decency, self-discipline, or common sense not to drive intoxicated without someone, maybe like a gruff-but-with-a-heart-of-gold coach, on his case(where’s Billy Martin when you need him?). It’s not as though Leonard Little, the Leonard Little who’s the linebacker for the St. Louis Rams, wrote a Word Macro virus which crashed e-mail servers or anything; he just struck someone down dead.

    I don’t want to calm down. After the decision, the only quote from the victim’s family and the only outrage I have heard so far, is that someone should take justice into his or her own hands. That’s it. Just a heated little quote certain to paint the family as unrealistic and possibly vengeance seeking. I couldn’t blame them. After all, the mishmash of judicial and legal wisdom has decided that Susan Gutweiler’s forty-seven years of life are worth ninety days in jail, less than two days per year.

    Maybe I am just cynical. Not nearly as cynical as the buzzing cloud around Leonard Little, the sycophants that tell him and us that it’s not his fault and that somehow it serves the greater good for society that the Little boy can drive about freely and play football, but I’m getting there.
On the other hand, this time Little has not been found guilty of driving while intoxicated; perhaps he wasn't. However, with one decal of a downed car already on his fuselage, I expect the worst from Little.

Saturday, April 24, 2004
 
Taranto's Tattler

Not to brag or anything, but look who's in the Thanks To section of Best of the Web for Thursday, April 22, 2004:
    (Carol Muller helps compile Best of the Web Today. Thanks to Catherine Brooks, David Eike, Terry Young, S.E. Brenner, Gary Petersen, Darren Gold, Thomas Campanile, Mark Van Der Molen, Erik Smelser, P.F. Erlin, Ben Sandler, Lynn Segal, Scott Lawrence, Bill Buckingham, Russell Zwerg, John Esposito, Alan Stahura, Daniel Mark, Ed Holton, Chip Paschal, Don Hunt, Ted Rathkopf, Brian Noggle, Gil Yoder, Michael Williams, Jeff Touchet, Erik Ivers, John Corringan, Ken Shotwell, John Sanders, Mike Hohman, Jonathan Mairs, Stephen Silkowski, Cheryl Pedersen and Bradley Lawrence. If you have a tip, write us at opinionjournal@wsj.com, and please include the URL.)
They forgot the J, but that's okay.

So you better all straighten up, or I am telling Taranto.

 
Ten Dollars on the Over/Under

Michael Williams predicts a November headline.

 
Our Understanding Is Right, Yours Is Wrong

After a Chuck-A-Rama-(But-Not-That-Mucha) restaurant manager threw out a low-carb eating couple for eating too much roast beef at a buffet restaurant, district manager Jack Johnson proved that not all PR is good PR when he said:
    "We've never claimed to be an all-you-can-eat establishment," said Johanson. "Our understanding is a buffet is just a style of eating."
Mr. Johnson's understanding implies that you pay full price to the buffet style restaurant for the convenience of not having a server attend you, not for the ability to eat until you're full.

Smile, Mr. Johnson; you've just made a politician of yourself before the whole Internet.

(Link seen on Fark.)

Friday, April 23, 2004
 
"Sqwak!" The Anti Gun Crowd Says

By now, we've all heard the story about the freighter seized in Italy with a bunch of AK assault rifles hidden aboard, destined for the United States.

Here's the lead for the New York Post story:
    A Florida-based arms company is at the center of the international probe into a New York-bound ship seized in Italy while laden with thousands of Kalashnikov assault rifles, The Post has learned.

    The AK-47s were apparently bound for Vermont.

    Officials have linked Century International Arms Inc. in Boca Raton to the discovery of a cache of 7,500 AK-47s hidden beneath piles of properly labeled arms in several cargo containers confiscated in the port of Gioia Tauro in southern Italy several days ago.
So that would mean that some illegal automatic weapons were being illegally shipped, nay, smuggled towards the United States. What could be better?

    The startling seizure prompted Rep. Carolyn McCarthy (D-Nassau) to call for a renewal of the 1994 federal ban on assault weapons, which is slated to expire Sept. 13.

    "We know al Qaeda training manuals have encouraged terrorists to obtain assault weapons in the United States," she said.
Oh, yeah, that. Renewing a law that wouldn't apply to these weapons anyway, simply because some nitwit member of the House of Representatives can put the words assault weapon and Al Qaeda in a soundbite.

Thank goodness Al Qaeda training videos don't involve attack dogs, or we'd be stripped of our Chiahuahuas, too.

 
No Irony Intended

With no sense of irony, I am sure, StLToday.com posted these stories atop each other in the Business section today:

St. John's workers oust union:
    Maintenance workers at St. John's Mercy Medical Center voted 28 to 13 on Wednesday to decertify the United Association of Plumbers & Pipefitters Local 562 as their collective bargaining agent.

    The union has until next week to protest the conduct of the election. If it does not, the National Labor Relations board will authorize the decertification. A plumbers-union official did not return a phone call Thursday. The maintenance workers' contract expired Dec. 31, 2002.
Like the jingle, union label fades away
    Calls for "Buy Union-Made" and "Buy American" might appear nostalgic in a day when X-rays of American patients are analyzed by physicians abroad and U.S.-produced shoes are nearly impossible to find.

    But the union movement hopes its 130-year-old message to buy products with the union label and more recent calls to buy American are reinvigorated amid the growing debate about overseas outsourcing of service jobs and the steady loss of manufacturing jobs in the United States.

    "First of all, union-made in the USA is No. 1. If you can't find union-made, at least buy American-made," said Charles E. Mercer, president of the AFL-CIO's Union Label and Service Trades Department. "We say it in the same breath, the same sentence."
Hmm. Perhaps it's that American workers are tired of paying viggorish for the opportunity to strike put themselves out of work in the name of more pay and job security? [No, it's that those damn capitalists are exploiting the workers we're supposed to exploit. --Ed aka "Spike" (Local 355)]

 
Why Stop at Swimsuits?

Of course, every four years or so, the media examines the technology used by Olympians to better compete. So here's the obligatory FoxNews.com story.

I want to know, when will these cutting edge technologies filter down to consumer use? Come on, that Fastskin stuff looks like it would make some mighty yummy lingerie.

 
Who's Your English Major? Say It!

From Freakin Jen we have this bit of frivolity:
    Via Accidental Verbosity, highlight (I used bold) the books you've read in the following list. This is where I'll regret not having a single lit class in college, although going to four different high schools and that AP English class my senior year of high school may help.
Well, I, too, have bolded those on the list that I have read, and I have italicked the ones I have on my to-read shelf, amid 300+ other things I'll probably read first:
    Beowulf
    Achebe, Chinua - Things Fall Apart
    Agee, James - A Death in the Family
    Austen, Jane - Pride and Prejudice
    Baldwin, James - Go Tell It on the Mountain
    Beckett, Samuel - Waiting for Godot
    Bellow, Saul - The Adventures of Augie March
    Bront?, Charlotte - Jane Eyre
    Bront?, Emily - Wuthering Heights
    Camus, Albert - The Stranger
    Cather, Willa - Death Comes for the Archbishop
    Chaucer, Geoffrey - The Canterbury Tales
    Chekhov, Anton - The Cherry Orchard
    Chopin, Kate - The Awakening
    Conrad, Joseph - Heart of Darkness
    Cooper, James Fenimore - The Last of the Mohicans
    Crane, Stephen - The Red Badge of Courage
    Dante - Inferno
    de Cervantes, Miguel - Don Quixote
    Defoe, Daniel - Robinson Crusoe
    Dickens, Charles - A Tale of Two Cities
    Dostoyevsky, Fyodor - Crime and Punishment
    Douglass, Frederick - Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass
    Dreiser, Theodore - An American Tragedy
    Dumas, Alexandre - The Three Musketeers
    Eliot, George - The Mill on the Floss
    Ellison, Ralph - Invisible Man
    Emerson, Ralph Waldo - Selected Essays
    Faulkner, William - As I Lay Dying
    Faulkner, William - The Sound and the Fury
    Fielding, Henry - Tom Jones
    Fitzgerald, F. Scott - The Great Gatsby
    Flaubert, Gustave - Madame Bovary
    Ford, Ford Madox - The Good Soldier
    Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von - Faust
    Golding, William - Lord of the Flies
    Hardy, Thomas - Tess of the d'Urbervilles
    Hawthorne, Nathaniel - The Scarlet Letter
    Heller, Joseph - Catch 22
    Hemingway, Ernest - A Farewell to Arms
    Homer - The Iliad
    Homer - The Odyssey
    Hugo, Victor - The Hunchback of Notre Dame
    Hurston, Zora Neale - Their Eyes Were Watching God
    Huxley, Aldous - Brave New World
    Ibsen, Henrik - A Doll's House
    James, Henry - The Portrait of a Lady
    James, Henry - The Turn of the Screw
    Joyce, James - A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
    Kafka, Franz - The Metamorphosis
    Kingston, Maxine Hong - The Woman Warrior
    Lee, Harper - To Kill a Mockingbird
    Lewis, Sinclair - Babbitt
    London, Jack - The Call of the Wild
    Mann, Thomas - The Magic Mountain
    Marquez, Gabriel Garc?a - One Hundred Years of Solitude
    Melville, Herman - Bartleby the Scrivener
    Melville, Herman - Moby Dick
    Miller, Arthur - The Crucible
    Morrison, Toni - Beloved
    O'Connor, Flannery - A Good Man is Hard to Find
    O'Neill, Eugene - Long Day's Journey into Night
    Orwell, George - Animal Farm
    Pasternak, Boris - Doctor Zhivago
    Plath, Sylvia - The Bell Jar
    Poe, Edgar Allan - Selected Tales
    Proust, Marcel - Swann's Way
    Pynchon, Thomas - The Crying of Lot 49
    Remarque, Erich Maria - All Quiet on the Western Front
    Rostand, Edmond - Cyrano de Bergerac
    Roth, Henry - Call It Sleep
    Salinger, J.D. - The Catcher in the Rye
    Shakespeare, William - Hamlet
    Shakespeare, William - Macbeth
    Shakespeare, William - A Midsummer Night's Dream
    Shakespeare, William - Romeo and Juliet
    Shaw, George Bernard - Pygmalion
    Shelley, Mary - Frankenstein
    Silko, Leslie Marmon - Ceremony
    Solzhenitsyn, Alexander - One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
    Sophocles - Antigone
    Sophocles - Oedipus Rex
    Steinbeck, John - The Grapes of Wrath
    Stevenson, Robert Louis - Treasure Island
    Stowe, Harriet Beecher - Uncle Tom's Cabin
    Swift, Jonathan - Gulliver's Travels
    Thackeray, William - Vanity Fair
    Thoreau, Henry David - Walden
    Tolstoy, Leo - War and Peace
    Turgenev, Ivan - Fathers and Sons
    Twain, Mark - The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
    Voltaire - Candide
    Vonnegut, Kurt Jr. - Slaughterhouse-Five
    Walker, Alice - The Color Purple
    Wharton, Edith - The House of Mirth
    Welty, Eudora - Collected Stories
    Whitman, Walt - Leaves of Grass
    Wilde, Oscar - The Picture of Dorian Gray
    Williams, Tennessee - The Glass Menagerie
    Woolf, Virginia - To the Lighthouse
    Wright, Richard - Native Son
Interesting that I have already read Emerson and Thoreau, but they're both on the shelf for a re-read.

So you might just think I'm another run-of-the-mill blogger, slobbering libertarianism and spilling Guinness on the keyboard, but I sound awfully smart as I do.

 
Cat Blogging

The Threepenny Review offers a moving poem entitled "A Cat's Last Summer" by Michael Hamburger.

Read it and pet your own cat(s) if you have them.

Thursday, April 22, 2004
 
World Exclusive!

It's common knowledge that John Kerry communes with dolphins:
    "He[President Bush] thinks that empty slogans like the 'Clear Skies' initiative and the 'Healthy Forest' initiative -- that somehow names that would make George Orwell rise up and cheer -- that those names will make people forget what is really happening in our country."

    Almost on cue, a dolphin slipped through the water. "There he is over there," Kerry said. "He says, 'help, help, help."'
"Help, help, help," is not all the dolphin had to say. We here at All Things Belittled have an exclusive interview with Kerry's guest star. (Warning: 2.7 Mb Mp3).

 
Put Your Back Into It

Some phishers don't even seem to be trying. Here's one such e-mail I got today:
    From: *Citi_C_a_r_d_s~Members
    To: stlbrianj@hotmail.com
    Subject: Citionline |E-Mail| Verification - stlbrianj@hotmail.com
    Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2004 19:42:58 +0000
    MIME-Version: 1.0
    Received: from cdm-66-76-235-89.tyrd.cox-internet.com ([66.76.235.89]) by
    mc3-f40.hotmail.com with Microsoft SMTPSVC(5.0.2195.6824); Thu, 22 Apr 2004
    12:35:09 -0700
    X-Message-Info: 6sSXyD95QpXLoZz646LSJ7Ue2E0865la
    Return-Path: BarbMartincich@ihaveahugecrotch.com
    Message-ID:
    X-OriginalArrivalTime: 22 Apr 2004 19:35:10.0582 (UTC)
    FILETIME=[ECCAF960:01C428A0]

    To_veerification_of _your_ [Email] address click on_the_link :

    [hyperlink deleted to protect you, gentle reader.]

    and enter in the |ittle window_ _your_ Citi ATM/Debit full_Card_number and
    Pin
    that you use in local Atm_Machine..

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Like I'm going to fall for that again.

Wednesday, April 21, 2004
 
Pop-Up Mocker Updated!

I've updated the Pop-Up Mocker site.

Go look at it at least once. Someone's gotta.

 
Punct'ed

Harvey at Bad Money speaks word punctuation to power:
    The purpose of punctuation is to reproduce the pauses and vocal inflections of the spoken word, thus allowing the writer's intended meaning to be made as clearly as possible.

    It is a servant, not a master, so use it any way you wish, as long as it helps you get your point across.
Now, let him try to convince my mother-in-law, the former English teacher. Good luck, Harv. I'll be behind you with a dust pan, ready to collect your pieces.

 
A Government of the People, By the People, and For the People in Government

I was going to comment upon the unequal-before-the-eyes-of-the-law treatment received by Representative John Hostettler of Indiana, who mistakenly brought a gun to the airport as he was getting ready to fly back to Washington, but someone's beaten me to it.

Did the TSA throw him down, surround him, rough him up a bit, and then whisk him to jail for a quick trial and felony sentence? Of course not, he's not a citizen, he's a legislator. They took his gun to hold for him and put him on a later flight.

Owen at Boots and Sabers has a complete compare and contrast for you.

 
Cosmic Kismet

Neil Steinberg? In Reason?

Wow.

 
Donnie Darko Director's Cut

As some of you might remember, I was not too impressed with the movie Donnie Darko.

Now, I see that the director's cut is coming:
    "Donnie Darko," a cult drama starring Jake Gyllenhaal as a disturbed teenager, is getting a new theatrical release, featuring 20 minutes of never-before-seen footage.
Perhaps it's the twenty minutes of sense that were cut from the initial release.

 
Tired of a Little Shrimp? Want a GIANT???

Long John Silvers is giving it away for free on May 10, 2004.


Tuesday, April 20, 2004
 
Pardon Me, But You Wouldn't Happen To Have Six Fingers On Your Left Hand?

After some reflection inspired by Trey Givens, I discovered that I am akin to:

Inigo Montoya

Which Princess Bride Character are You?
this quiz was made by mysti


(Funny, Jared, Jim, and Trey were all different. What diversity! Someone apply for a federal grant!)

 
Easter Egg

Spoons has come clean and has admitted:
    For some reason which is quite unfathomable to me, certain sections of the blogosphere are all abuzz over the question of whether coed blogger, "Hot Abercrombie Chick," might really be a a dude.

    I'm not sure why this really matters,, but since it apparently does to some people, I feel I owe my readers a confession. I'm not actually a 32-year-old cranky male lawyer in central Illinois. I'm actually a 65-year-old widow and retired plus-size lingerie model from Butte, Montana.

    And my supposed wife "Laura" is actually just a raccoon that I sometimes see in my backyard. I think she's trying to steal the birdseed I put out.
As a matter of full disclosure, I must too explain the source of the text you see here.

    This blog generated by Documatic 3000 Libertarian Blog Plug-In.

    LBPI renders real-time, current event feedback generated by algorithms that scour RSS feeds, content aggregators, and news sites for certain keywords and provide correct responses to keywords within the content.

    For example, LBPI reliably provides the following post responses:

    KeywordResponse
    Eminent DomainThe gummint is stripping people of our assets, flying in the face of sacred property rights!
    TaxesThe gummint is stripping people of our hard-earned money, flying in the face of sacred property rights and fiscal responsibility!
    JewelJewel rox!
    Ayn RandAyn Rand rox!
    George W. BushGeorge W. Bush rox compared to John Kerry.
    <end of post marker reached>Thank you, that is all.

    As the Documatic 3000 extensible architecture is proven in field tests such as this, look for an IPO soon.

Thank you, that is all.

 
Last 20 Books You Have Read

The Gleeful Extremist thinks that the last 20 books you have read say a lot about you. TGE then tries to list the last he's read.

Come on. You readers know the last 20 books I have read; I find a minute or two to scratch out a paragraph or two about each for you, gentle readers. Let's recap, shall we, since you skip over the reviews to get to the snarky stuff:
  1. Rainbow Mars by Larry Niven
  2. Naked Beneath My Clothes by Rita Rudner
  3. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
  4. The Book Wars by James Atlas
  5. Rumpelstiltskin by Ed McBain
  6. Years of Minutes by Andy Rooney
  7. All the Trouble in the World by P.J. O'Rourke
  8. The Black Corridor by Michael Moorcock
  9. Make Room for TV by Lynn Spigel
  10. Time Flies by Bill Cosby
  11. Ghost by Piers Anthony
  12. Freefall by William and Marilyn Mona Hoffer
  13. Bad Business by Robert B. Parker
  14. The Magic of Thinking Big by David Schwartz
  15. Basket Case by Carl Hiaasen
  16. Give Me a Break by John Stossel
  17. The Dilbert Future by Scott Adams
  18. Full Court Press by Mike Lupica
  19. Gallery of Regrettable Food by James Lileks
  20. Video Fever by Charles Beamer
What does that say about me? Hecht if I know. Want to know what I am reading now?
  • The Art of Deception by Kevin Mitnick
  • Introduction to Philosophy by Baruch Brody
  • Fielder's Choice by someone
  • Bob Greene's America by Bob Greene
I guess I like collections of newspaper columns. There's one insight for you. Lileks, Green, O'Rourke, and Adams did newspaper things. And comedians. Rudner, Cosby, Rooney, and so on.

Are my fifty minutes up already, Doctor?

(Link seen on this week's Bonfire of the Vanities.)

 
You Down with DDT?

Virginia Postrel comments on a Tina Rosenberg NYT Magazine article:
    Two million people a year, most of them little kids, are dying because of the West's anti-DDT superstition. Two...million...people...a...year.

    Anti-DDT taboos undoubtedly kill even more than that, since the debilitation caused by malaria helps keep Africa desperately poor. But, hey, they're Africans. We got rid of malaria here, so we don't give a damn. I bet the NYT Mag gets letters from people outraged at Rosenberg's audacity in pointing out the problem.
Adam Duritz of the Counting Crows rebuts:
    hey farmer farmer
    put away the DDT
    i dont care about spots on my apples
    [and, apparently, two million dead people on a continent far away --ed.]
    leave me the birds and the bees
    please!

 
Three Little Words

Blackfive reports on U.S. citizenship granted to Laotian Hmong refugees:
    The reward for helping the Americans during the Vietnam War took 29 years to materialize, but for the 15,000 Laotian Hmong in this sun-baked refugee camp, it was a payout beyond their wildest dreams: U.S. citizenship.

    "I can't believe we'll be Americans," said Sui Yang, 60, who fought with CIA-backed Hmong guerrillas against the communist Pathet Lao in the mountains of Laos. "We heard rumors for years this was going to happen, but they were always only rumors. Most of us gave up hoping. I thought we were going nowhere."
I've got three words that express my sentiment for earnest immigrants, particularly those who helped the United States in the past, who would come to this country with hope of a better life and the will to make it so:

Bring 'em on.


Monday, April 19, 2004
 
Not Drinking My Own Weight

Fark led me to the story of this tragedy:
    GUINNESS will no longer be brewed in Britain from next summer.

    The plant which has made the stout for nearly 70 years is to close. Bosses blame over-capacity.
Overcapacity leading to lost jobs. We must support our British friends and try harder. Bathe in Guinness if you must!

 
Make of This What You Will

From today's StLToday.com:
    Advertising is ubiquitous nowadays, with marketers using product placements on television shows, linking words in magazine articles with ads and, as an ad firm working for Toyota recently did, temporarily tattooing pitches on people's foreheads.

    "It's a littering of the mental landscape," MacFarlane said. "We live in a culture that pushes the fear of not succeeding, getting sick, of being alone. ... Advertisers sidle up to us and say: 'Hi, we love you. We understand. But isn't there something wrong with your life?'"
Words from Paul MacFarlane, left-wing hippie advertising mogul.

Something of this smacks of poserism. The dude spouts antimaterialism, but is a successful advertising guy with an office in Downtown St. Louis and who lives in West County. Spare me the bobo.

Perhaps the title tag of the StLToday page says it all: Help

 
Is That The Best You Could Do?

CNN reports that the Hamlet first edition that I asked for didn't make the reserve price and was not sold.

Gentle readers, could you not have come up with the extra couple hundred thousand among you needed to add this to my library? I applaud whatever effort you used to generate just over a million dollars in cash, but isn't MfBJN worth the extra effort?

I implore you to continue in your efforts. Perhaps, once you kind souls have amassed enough money--heaven knows you have not been spending it on my tip jar--the owner of the Hamlet will consider a private offer.

Thank you, and good luck.

 
Lileks Agrees With Me

Lileks on that coastal elite, nanny-statist Andrew Sullivan in today's Bleat:
    Okay. As you may know, Andrew Sullivan has famously proposed hiking gas prices by a dollar to reduce the deficit and pay for the Iraq campaign. Don't get me wrong - I have a great deal of respect for Andrew.

    But.

    Here I disagree. Low gas prices are bad for the economy and bad for drivers, he says - the sort of statement that makes you read everything that follows with wry detached amusement, the same way you'd regard an article on canine training that began "dogs respond remarkably well to feng shui." You read on because it can only get better.

    He refers to gas as “
    woefully undertaxed.” If one uses the phrase “woefully undertaxed” one may be correct, but one should not be surprised when one’s conservative bona fides are called into question. You could make the argument that cable TV is woefully undertaxed. Peanut butter is woefully undertaxed. Once you’ve identified a good that can be cured by additional taxation, well, everything is woefully undertaxed. There aren’t any pro-war movies being made! We could fund them with a movie tax! Popcornn is woefully undertaxed! He says:


    The truly needy tend to consume less gas than their middle-class compatriots. Others say it penalizes those in remote and rural areas. So what?

    Some conservatives say it's antithetical to the American Dream. Hooey.
Lileks must have made it further into the piece than I did to discover Sullivan's contention that it's okay to disproprotionatlely tax the people in the heartland (that is, everyone between the Rockies and the Appalachians) because we don't matter.

Bollucks on Sullivan, again.

Sunday, April 18, 2004
 
Book Review: The Gallery of Regrettable Food by James Lileks (2001)

Well, I have done my part to help maintain Jasperwood and to keep Lileks in Hummels and cigars. I read The Bleat, his Back Fence column with the Star-Tribune, and even his weekly Newhouse News column. That's all free, though, and does little for Lileks' bottom line, which is probably higher than many peoples' top lines, but still. By reading off the Web, I was not empowering Lileks. Much like you freeloading readers are doing by not sendng me cash or visiting my Amazon wish list and sending me goodies. Not that I am trying to put a guilt trip on you; I know you're all heartless socialistopaths who think we should be just doing this because we can, and you want it. But I digress, gentle skinflint reader.

So I went out and bought The Gallery of Regrettable Food, at full price no less, to send a couple pennies' worth of royalties to Minnesota (the poor man's Wisconsin). Unfortunately, I was disappointed with the work.

As you might know from viewing Lileks' Web site, the Gallery represents photos and some snarky wit about recipes collected in books released in the years when Baby Boomers' parents were cooking. Lileks started the project based on a cookbook he found among his mother's effects. The book's wit might be spot-on (Heather liked the pages she browsed), but unfortunately, it didn't rub me the right way for a couple reasons:
  • As a rule, I am deferential to older generations and their wisdom. I don't mock it, even when it's goofy. Well, maybe I do sometimes, but this book led me to a high horse, and you can lead a man to a high horse, but you can't make him drink. If you lead him to Guiness, though....what was my point?

  • I read this book too soon after Make Room for TV, a book which examined old television shows and extrapolated from them to score Marxist/Feminist points. Lileks' book doesn't make political points, but it does make light of the knowledge of our forebearers. Or at least the knowledge of those who marketed to our forebearers. Still, I had too much anti-Spigel venom built up to appreciate what Lileks was doing.

  • I have a closet full of these books from when I was doing the eBay thing. I'd pick them up for a dime and list them for a couple of bucks. I sold a couple, too, to people looking for their parents' recipes, or perhaps to the parents who lost the recipes in a divorce settlement or something. Still, Lileks cuts into the resale value of these treasures I own.
Still, I am glad I bought the book. I'm happy to underwrite Lileks, even though this particular tome is not my bag. I imagine his next volume, Interior Desecrations, will be some of the same. But he's a good writer, and soon he should have some collection of his other writings coming out which I'll enjoy more.

Saturday, April 17, 2004
 
Not Quite a Google Whack

Musings from Brian J. Noggle: Your only Google hit for "Mike Danton" naked with "Samus Aran".

Thanks to all my readers looking for naked pictures of the named individuals, who led me to deduce my own infamy.

 
Andrew Sullivan Goes Mad

Andrew Sullivan has actually gone mad:
    TAX GAS MORE: All of your opposition merely convinced me I was right. Here's my Time column on why raising gas taxes would be a very good thing. Here's Ramesh Ponnuru's critique. Make your own mind up.
Make your mind up, but the more you oppose me, the more I convince myself I am right? I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed? Yeek.

Here's his argument for greater taxation to improve your behavior, citizen:
    The worst knock against a gas tax is that it is, well, a tax. Who likes that? But with soaring deficits and a war to pay for, taxes are not an option — they're a necessity. The only relevant question is, Which taxes? The case for a gas tax is a straightforward one. Gas prices are strikingly lower in America than anywhere else in the world; such taxes are relatively easy to collect; since an overwhelming majority of Americans drive, few avoid the tax; and by adding a cost to the wanton consumption of gasoline, you actually encourage conservation, accelerate fuel efficiency, reduce pollution, cut traffic and help wean Americans off the oil that requires the U.S. to be so intimately involved in that wonderful cesspool of rival hatreds, the Middle East. So what's not to like?
As a source of tax money, recognize that money will be spent on programs with an ongoing basis, and that if the government successfully modifies the behavior of its foolish, short-sighted, and lesser mortal citizens, the government will need to make that amount of money up elsewhere. Which means deficits or other tax increases down the road.

Pretty soon, we're going to have to stop calling Sullivan a "conservative," aren't we?

Friday, April 16, 2004
 
Public Service Announcement:

To all of you newbie Internet users who searched Google for mike danton arrested and came up with this blog: Hey, thanks for reading, but remember to go to news.google.com for breaking news.

The breaking news on Mike Danton arrested is that the St. Louis Blues' agitator forward was busted in San Jose for trying to hire a hit man to kill an acquaintance who thought Danton was too promiscuous and drank too much.

Sources:
  • Canada.com. Headline: Blues centre Mike Danton charged in alleged murder-for-hire scheme. [He's a winger; I thought you Canadians knew hockey. Also, it's spelled "center" on American teams.]

  • St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Headline: Danton was learning to play waiting game.

  • (San Jose) Mercury News. Headline: Blues player arrested in alleged murder-for-hire plot
Damn shame, the poor, messed-up kid. Don't tell him I said that, though, because I work in Brentwood.

 
Leave the Metaphors to the Professionals

Reason's Hit and Run links to an official proclamation that warns hapless American citizens (a redundancy in the mind of Those Who Are Noble Enough to Rule) about Canadian pot:
    "Canada is exporting to us the crack of marijuana and it is a dangerous problem," Walters told reporters in Miami, where he kicked off a campaign to cut marijuana use by Hispanic youths.
Let's examine that metaphor. Canada (Canada!) is exporting to us the most addictive drug of drug. Crikey, it's the cornflower blue of all blues! The Super Bowl of football games!

I think somewhere Walters has opened a rift in the Space-Metaphor continuum. Sure, it's small now, but it's growing, and someday soon discourse will be sucked into incomprehensibility.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

 
Don't Settle For Cheap Imitations

Over at Those Shirts.com, they're sporting an advertisement whose filename is hlnshirt.jpg.

Don't be fooled.

There is only one real hln, the PerfectWife:



Sure, some other InstaWife solutions sound easier (just add water), or more convenient, but there is no comparison.

UPDATE: Hey, you can order the calendar, poster, or mousepad featuring these legs at JC T-Shirts!


Thursday, April 15, 2004
 
Ravenwood Is No Moderate

Say what you will about the man's politics, but Ravenwood is no moderate:
    I usually preach moderation, but not when moderate is 2 drinks a day? (Only a pint and a half of beer.) My definition of moderation is enjoying something not into excess. As long as I'm not getting drunk every night, missing work, or delinquent on my bills, I don't see the problem. I can stop at any time, and usually about once per year, go an entire month without drinking. (Just to prove I still can.) Besides, I'd rather live fast and die young than lead a long, boring, long, dull, long life.
I'm with you, man: Aristotle was such a sell-out.

Wednesday, April 14, 2004
 
Worst Ways to Pay a Tax Bill?

MSN's bCentral enumerates what it thinks are the 10 worst ways to pay your tax bill. To summarize, they are:
  1. Get a cash advance against your paycheck.
  2. Get a cash advance on your credit card.
  3. Pawn your diamond ring.
  4. Take out a personal loan.
  5. Charge your tax bill.
  6. Use your home equity.
  7. Gamble on the float (write a check without funds in your account)
  8. Dig into your retirement account.
  9. Hit up the folks.
  10. Pay off the government monthly.
That's the worst way to pay? Come on, fellows, here are some Even worse ways to pay your tax bill:
  1. In plasma. Much of which is not even yours.
  2. With a bag of cash in which the dye pack is yet to explode.
  3. In North Korean Won.
  4. In allocations of barrels Iraqi oil, dated 1998.
  5. Just sign over some Air America checks.
  6. Pay? Constitutionally, I am not obligated to pay income tax.
Remember, I am not a CPA nor does the preceding represent legal advice. Confer with your attorney before embarking on a payment program that might entail jail time. Thank you, that is all.

 
Puke on the AMT

Slate has a wonderfully insightful imaginative piece on the Alternative Minimum Tax as Bush's Secret Tax on Democrats:
    President Bush and the Republican Congress, who believe fervently in cutting taxes for the rich, are quietly presiding over a most remarkable kind of tax increase for high-income Americans.

    The Alternative Minimum Tax is becoming a miserable annual tradition for a growing group of prosperous taxpayers. (If you've just received a nervous phone message from your accountant—that's probably what she's calling about.) The AMT traces its origins to a minimum tax enacted in 1970 when Americans were scandalized to learn that some 155 high-earning taxpayers owed no income taxes in 1966. The AMT was originally designed so that people who had a lot of income but loads of deductions—through the standard exemption, the ability to write off property taxes and state income taxes—couldn't reduce their taxable income to next to nothing. Historically, it applied to a tiny minority of taxpayers. But with every passing year, more and more citizens are ushered behind the velvet ropes. This congressional backgrounder suggests that 1.8 million Americans paid it in 2001. Newsweek's nearly infallible Allan Sloan wrote earlier this month that "about 2.3 million returns for 2003 got nipped by the AMT." The numbers are set to rise exponentially in the next several years. A two-income couple in New Jersey—he's an accountant, she's a public school teacher—with combined income of $230,000, three kids, and annual property taxes of $15,000, could easily fall into paying the AMT. Even government bureaucrats get nailed. Last year, IRS Taxpayer Advocate Nina Olson paid the AMT.
Got that? It was enacted in 1970, and it's Bush's secret weapon. Maybe that's what he was doing when he was AWOL from Viet Nam, wot? Working in a secret laboratory devising a tax scheme to punish Michael Moore and Barbra Striesand in 2004.

I know about the AMT because I once worked for a startup and got stock options, and the AMT could have hit me badly if that company's options had been worth exercising. It's a crazy tax, but then again, I think most taxes are wasteful and most tax revenues are wasted. But the author of this bit "analyzes":
    Republicans don't want to fix the AMT because fixing the AMT would require undoing their beloved tax cuts. Without the billions generated by millions of taxpayers getting slammed by the AMT, the marginal rate cuts would be impossible to sustain for the next several years, let alone make permanent. Without the AMT, the deficit picture would look far worse than it does.
No, actually Congress, which includes both mean Republicans and the kind-spirited but misunderstood by the ignorant heartland Democrats could cut income taxes AND eliminate the AMT if it would only cut spending, which is a far less palatable choice to the political porkivores.

The author of this piece, undoubtedly, is one of the persecuted residents of an enlightened coastal state s unfairly targeted for the AMT simply because he's a nutbar the Republicans want to punish the Democrat-voting states. Tax and spend works much better when only the "spend" part touches you, ainna?

(James Joyner has more, albeit less snarky, about this article.)

 
Bob Rybarcyzk Sings the Blues

Bob Rybarcyzk has a new chant for the Kiel Center:

    Let's go ahead and get one thing out of the way: the Blues will never win the Cup in our lifetimes.

    Whew. Boy, it feels good to get that off of my chest.

    Let me say it again. The Blues will never win the Cup in our lifetimes.

    Anyone who knows me knows that this is what I say any time the words "Blues" and "Stanley Cup" come up in conversation. It's not that I'm particularly knowledgeable about hockey or am smarter than anyone else. (I think I've proven that fact time and again in this space.) I'm just fairly certain that I'm right.
Unfortunately, I am somewhat more familiar with the Blues, and I agree.

Of course, I can entirely foresee the league collapsing with an extended lockout next year, so this year might be the last chance the Blues get to win anything.

 
Why You Should Vote Every Time

South Milwaukee's mayor was reelected by a single vote after a hand recount.

It goes to prove that your vote has the possibility of being the one that makes the difference.

Of course, the loser is planning to take the count to court, which further proves that no election will ever be settled in the future by mere vote-counting alone.

 
Start Your Christmas Shopping Early

In case you're wondering what to get me for Christmas, I wouldn't mind a first edition Hamlet.

Hey, look, one of the 19 copies remains in private hands and is at auction. Since it's up for auction at Christie's, you no longer have to plot your university or museum heist. Of course, since it's expected to go for several million dollars, you'll need to start working on the Bellagio heist pronto.

Oh, wait, I see you're already on it. Thanks.

(Link seen on Fark.)

Tuesday, April 13, 2004
 
I Agree With Lileks

Lileks today:
    Big tot day, Mondays. No school, no Nana, just us - and since I decree that the TV shall be silenced after two morning programs, that means puzzles and books and coloring and painting and so on. Usually I have the radio or the news on while we play, but like I said last week, I hit a point where I can't take it right now. I just can't take another "we're there for the oil" call. I can't take another 37 minute discussion about whether the PDB said OBL wanted USA DOA PDQ. I browse the news sites and the blogs, then go play with my daughter for the rest of the morning. I think April will be my month off from marinating in the news 24-7, if only to get my blood-pressure down from hummingbird levels.
I am with him on this. I told Heather just this morning, before reading Lileks, that I don't like listening to the radio for news or watching television. I don't like the practiced sneers in the tones or the unsubtle narrative framework offered for the events. So I've stuck with the online news sources.

However, when I'm lost in the day to day hysteria of the 24 hour news cycle, I turn to an unlikely source for perspective. Back when I was an eBay dealer, I purchased a collection of Newsweek magazines, a single year from 1966-1967. I paid $2 for it, okay, and I made the $2 back in selling select issues. But that's not the perspective: no, although Viet Nam was ramping up at the time, each week it was gloom and doom or hope. Granted, Viet Nam didn't turn out that well, but the simple snapshot from the beginning of the conflict showed how poorly the media could predict the course in the early time period.

Contemporary media provide the same bark-level view of the forest. Still, I don't enjoy the spoken news.

Although to be honest I can listen to the students on WSIE because they don't have the fully practiced nuance of newscasters. Heck, in many cases, they lack inflection or even proper pronunciation. So I can take their version of radio news, which is just as well; I'd hate to have to change from Ross Gentile's Standards in Jazz on the drive home from work.i

 
All Aboard Wal-Mart

Overlawyered.com rounds up a summary of groups suing Wal-Mart. Why? Because it's there. Now shut up and give me some free money, and my lawyers more free money.

Everyone wants to beat on Wal-Mart and Microsoft because they're successful. Looks like we've about bred capitalism out of the country. Good work, social engineers.

 
New Warning Issued for Old Urban Legend

The Palm Beach Post reports on the scourage of the sex bracelet:
    The multicolored set of plastic bracelets many Palm Beach County middle and high school students are sporting these days aren't just a fashionable fad.

    At some schools, boys and girls snap off one of their classmate's colored gel wrist bands in exchange for a corresponding sexual favor, health department officials told school board members Monday.

    For example, a person wearing a white band may mean she is willing to kiss to the person who pulls it from her wrist. A red band means a lap dance and black is intercourse. The meanings may vary from school to school.
::Yawn:: Back in the eighties, we wore Satanic worship bracelets, wherein the color of the band indicated the animal (white means pigeon, red means chow puppy, and black meant kindergartner, but the meanings varied from school to school) to sacrifice.

I guess we in Generation X didn't get the cool faddish urban legend.

In other news, Boots and Sabers will soon have more comments in their infamous Bracelets for Sex post, dated October 19, 2003, which the the Palm Beach Health Department probably used as in-depth research.

 
Important Note for Women Readers

Dear women readers:

MSN Dating and Personals offers 7 sure signs he's a mama's boy. They are, to sum up:
  1. If you're talking to him on the phone, if his mother interrupts through call waiting as you tell him you're not wearing underwear, he'll talk to her instead.
  2. He talks to her a lot on the phone.
  3. He cancels a date in which you will not be wearing underwear to help her move furniture.
  4. He quotes his mother a lot.
  5. He compares you to his mother a lot.
  6. His mother decorated his house.
  7. His mother visits his home frequently.
Ladies, that's a lot to remember. You want to know how to tell a mama's boy, as depicted above, in one step? 1. Real men are beating him up right now. That's a lot easier, isn't it?

Besides, the minute you have announced to a real man that you have no underwear on, we're on our way to meet you. We're not going to talk to our mothers. We're probably not even going to follow any conversation really well. If you say you're feeling a draft and a man acknowledges call waiting at all, he's not a mama's boy, he's trying to pass to spare her the pain of coming out.

 
Don't Let Your Co-Workers Stare Over Your Shoulder

.... as you type instructions into the edit box and watch as the submissive Web model does exactly what you type. Have it your way, any way you want it.

Oh, yeah, slowly...lay an egg.

What did you expect from SubservientChicken.com? (Note: Not Mozilla friendly.)

(Link seen on Snopes.)

Monday, April 12, 2004
 
Purging Binging

The Agitator reports that the definition of binge drinking has been revised:
    Now, the NIAAA has backtracked a bit. It now defines a binge as five drinks in two hours or less for men, four in two hours for women. Seems more plausible, and seems like a definition that would at least put most people over .08.
That's good news, and it makes it easier for us at MfBJN to keep from binge drinking. As part of our non-binge drinking program, we recommend no more than four tallboys in two hours. That way, if you inadvertently consume an additional 40 ounces of cheap beer during the movie, you're still within the bounds of reason.

 
Grammar God Eye for the Rock God Guy

At Encarta, Martha Brockenbrough takes pop/rock lyricists to task for their crimes against the language.

Unfortunately, although she has a point, grammarians tend to go a little easier on historical lyricists who butchered the language to make a rhyme or to get off on the right foot. There's no word on whether old poets necessarily knew the rules they were breaking, either.

What was my point? Oh, cool grammar post. Go read it, Mz. Igert.

 
Riddle

What's funnier than a joke about the French going to war?

A joke about Canadians going to war.

Sunday, April 11, 2004
 
Book Review: Make Room for TV by Lynn Spigel (1992)

You might wonder why I bothered to read this book, whose full title is Make Room for TV: Television and the Family Ideal in Postwar America. Actually, I wondered a bit myself while wandering through this Marxist/Feminist inquiry into the impact of television on life of the bourgeois in the ten years after World War II. Then I remembered. Because I paid a whole quarter for it at the library. Plus, it just sounds cool if someone asks what you're reading, and you can answer Marxist/Feminist inquiry into the impact of television on life of the bourgeois in postwar period. Not that anyone asked. But I was ready to answer.

So I sloughed through five chapters and 187 pages of this book, remembering for a brief moment (if you count three weeks' worth of head-shaking lunches as "a brief moment") what it was like in college. When I would be assigned something like this, or would be assigned some topic tangentally related to this for a paper whose research would lead me to this book, and I would read some of it because I had to. Let's face it, this thing wasn't aimed for the mass paperback market.

My second problem with this book is the author's faulty methodology. The first, of course, is that she's a Marxist/Feminist academic, but to bring that up would be ad homenim, and people are allowed to believe stupid things because this is still a free country. When it's no longer free, we'll be mandated to believe those stupid things. But I digress.

Spigel builds a history of repression in America in what she calls the Victorian period, willfully or foolishly applying a historical term that denotes a period British history. Calling it the era of the Robber Barons wouldn't have had the same connotation of repression and need, though, so she calls the last portion of the 18th century through World War II "Victorian" for, I would assume, the whole world, not just Britain. Granted, this is just a quibble over language, but since language is how we communicate concepts, I could tell pretty early how different the author and I conceptualize.

So, about the methodology. Spigel surveys magazines from the immediate post World War II period, examines the advertisements for televisions, and compares them with some prepackaged thought in the form of other academic pabulum which agrees with her basic M/F premises. As a result, she tells us about the repressed suburban bourgeois and how television was a tool of The Man to hold them down.

Brothers and sisters, I cannot tell you how goofy the ultimate intellectual content of this book is. Spurious assertions, laughable on the face, abound. Americans felt ambivalent to television because it was used as a weapon in World War II? Spigel forgot to footnote how commercial broadcasts brought the Axis to its knees. Perhaps she just meant sounds carried invisibly, magically through space. The more intellectually rigorous sections of the book do offer two sides to an issue. For example, if men don't help the housewives at home, they're pigs. If they do, it's because they're powerless at work and seek to assert their control where they can, in the home. Truly, Spigel has a dizzying intellect.

Sometimes, though, she makes a coherent, almost reasonable argument, such as asserting that television provided a proxy communal neighborhood at a time when suburban sprawl removed people from their traditional, more urban neighborhoods. Unfortunately, Spigel took this argument elsewhere, leaving me with a small idea with which I could agree. I hold tightly to this single idea, because otherwise I wasted a bunch of time and twenty-five cents, which is about a thirty-secondth of a six-pack of Guinness.

Academic textbooks that share this worldview spend a lot of time analyzing existing metaphors, images, and other artificial constructs and magically reveal, through their scrying, that the premise with which the academic began the inquiry is actually the conclusion. Unfortunately, they (like this book) write syllogisms in space.

So there you have it, gentle readers; the missing book. I meant to do a longer, more reasoned review pointing out where Spigel diverges from reality, but then I realized I have better things to do. Were I an academic, teaching three sections a week, perhaps I could have time to fit it into my salaried day. But it's not worth my leisure time. And this book is not worth yours, unless you're like me: a book slut.

 
The Bone? I Cut To The Marrow, and Sucked It!

Think you can do better than Congress? Here's the National Budget Simulation, where you can set budget priorities and adjust taxes. Your hero, or mine anyway, scored thusly:

    Budget Totals

    Old budget was $3251.488 billion
    ($2264.172 billion in spending, $987.316 billion in tax expenditures and cuts).

    New budget is $1727.29 billion
    ($1318.51 billion in spending, $408.78 billion in tax expenditures and cuts).

    You have cut the deficit by $1524.2 billion.

    Your new deficit is $-1167.19 billion.

    Oops!

    You've cut so much that the federal budget now contains a substantial surplus. Many economists warn that this budget may help induce or prolong a recession, and ordinary citizens demand a refund. You might want to cut taxes or raise spending.
Oops? That's not a bug, it's a feature!

(Link seen on The Agitator.)

 
Retreading Water

Channeling Michael Williams, I have posted a couple of my published short stories, including:
  • "An Aluminum Dream", in which an arena usher gets the chance to meet the songstress with whom he's obssessed whose music he likes.

  • "Reading Faces", wherein a literary writer reading on a college campus confronts the worst type of audience.
Read 'em, link to 'em, but don't repost without written consent.

Thank you, that is all.

Saturday, April 10, 2004
 
Book Review: Full Court Press by Mike Lupica (2001)

I picked this book up in a Barnes and Noble in Springfield last year. Off the remainder rack, for $6.95, so don't think I am out there buying all sorts of expensive books. However, based on this book, I'd be happy to buy another of Lupica's novels.

The story revolves around the recruiting of an American ex-pat living in Europe to a struggling NBA team. After seeing D. Gerard play in a charity game, scout Eddie Holtz is determined to bring him back to play for the New York Knights. When D. Gerard removes a cap, Eddie's shocked to see it's a woman. He think she's got enough game to run with the males in the NBA, and he convinces Dee that she ought to take her shot at the big time. He convinces his boss to take a shot on integrating the NBA, and the boss is happy to, if only for the novelty. But when Dee starts to play, she's got to prove she deserves to be in the NBA.

Seemed to me that the first Lupica book I read was a mystery, so I almost expected a corpse to turn up in this book. Well, one does, sort of; but it's not a mystery. It's a mainstream novel, one I could enjoy. I don't watch basketball as a matter of course, but the book conveyed enough authenticity in digestible form that my rudimentary knowledge of the game didn't hinder my comprehension.

Most of all, I liked Lupica's writing style. Easy to read, smooth and comprehensible, kinda like Guinness for the eyes. Of course, I remarked to Heather that Lupica's style is rather like my own. So perhaps I am prejudiced.

For those of us keeping score at home, this is the 19 book I have read this year, and the 18th review you've suffered through. Thanks. And sorry for the review for the missing book, which you'll suffer through when I get around to it.

Friday, April 09, 2004
 
How Very Postmodern

Okay, all you cinema aficianados who proclaimed that Quentin Tarantino's Kill Bill Vol. 1 was some sort of masterpiece of poetic violence or whatever rationalizations you offer for chic senseless gore and slashery. He's making screeches about a Vol. 3:
    "The star will be Vernita Green's (Vivica A. Fox's) daughter, Nikki (Ambrosia Kelley). I've already got the whole mythology: Sofie Fatale (Julie Dreyfus) will get all of Bill's money. She'll raise Nikki, who'll take on The Bride," he says. "Nikki deserves her revenge every bit as much as The Bride deserved hers. I might even shoot a couple of scenes for it now so I can get the actresses while they're this age."
For those of you who might be less in the know than me, The Bride is the "heroine" character of volumes 1 and 2. She's left for dead and spends almost four hours chasing down the assassin leader who wanted to kill her on her wedding day. That's Bill.

As part of The Bride's vengeance, she kills Vernita Green, a sub-assassin. While the daughter's home or something. Ultimately, I think the story goes, The Bride will kill Bill.

But in Vol 3., The Bride would be the legitimate target for vengeance, and the audience's sympathy should shift to another innocent bystander whose life was hurt, and the senseless violence would go on and on like the mad god Azathoth, dancing to the music of the universe. I see the cheap political metaphors, brother.

There's your damn mythos, Tarantino. You're a postmodern punk without a sense of morals outside the beauty of violence, or perhaps just your own "genius" in a world of sickophantic cynical "intellectuals" and "academics."

(Thanks, Drudge, for the link.)

 
Health Update

Via Fark (of course), we have this important health update: Guinness is good for you.

Yes, Guinness apparently, according to certain resarch:
  • Helps prevent heart disease; since my family has a history of heart disease, I better up my dosage just to be safe.

  • Is an important source of vitamin B, which has suddenly gained importance for its rationalization benefits.

  • Has less carbs than other beers. It also has less carbs than eating a whole confetti cake each night, and since I have to do one or the other....

  • Contains less alcohol by volume than other beers, which means I can drink more without forgetting where the bottle opener is.
Unfortunately, the article also contains disturbing news:
    It's a favorite of Bono (obviously), Madonna (with a good cigar) and Matt Damon (no, Guinness does not make teeth unnaturally white).
Even given these side effects, we at MfBJN recommend a healthy daily supplement.

 
Pejman Will Be First

Pejman wasted part of my Friday evening with trivialities:
His impertinence has been noted.

 
A Little Perspective From....Tie Domi?

The hockey playoffs have started, and the highly-paid athletes have begun puffing themselves and their profession with hyperbolic metaphor.

Tie Domi, the Toronto Maple Leafs enforcer known as the Albanian Aggressor, interjected a little perspective:
    Domi did want to get something else off his chest, however. Peter Bondra said he thinks the series could be "a war."

    "Using the word war is getting a little stupid in our game, especially in our rivalry," Domi said. "Out of respect to the war that is going on, I don't think it should be used. Those guys are fighting a real war and it is insulting to them."
I never thought I would utter or type these words, but Tie Domi is right.

(Link seen on Hockey Pundits, whose commenters all attack Domi for the comments. I assume they're Canadians and don't need perspective, since they're ultimately protected in their myopia by their benevolent neighbor.)

 
Baseball Stats Update

As some of you St. Louis residents know, backup catcher Cody McKay pitched two scoreless innings in a game against the Milwaukee Brewers last night.

That gives him an ERA of 0.00, which far surpasses that of Jose Oquendo, the utility infielder (and present third-base coach) whose lifetime ERA is 27.00.

Jeez, I actually remember that game from fifteen years ago. As last year's advertising slogan said, it's definitely a baseball town.

Thursday, April 08, 2004
 
Procrastination

Sign on the studio door at the gym:
    GX classes will be cancelled on Easter Sunday.
Why not go ahead and cancel them now? Why wait until Easter Sunday?

Sorry, that's humor only a Grammar God would appreciate. If you're a Grammar Master or lesser, e-mail me and I will explain it to you.

 
NSFW

Pardon me while I cash in on the outrage, but:

They can have my porn when they pry it from my warm, sticky hands (image)


Available in t-shirts or bumper stickers at Cafe Press.

 
The Right Man for the Job

Stephen Mitchell Sack, author of Getting Fired: What to Do If You're Fired, Downsized, Laid Off, Restructured, Discharged, Terminated, or Forced to Resign.

(Seen on FoxNews.com.)

 
Indian Tech Companies Outsource, Too

Remember those tech jobs leaving for foreign shores? Cue the Neil Diamond, because they're coming to America. The Washington Post reports:
    Infosys Technologies Ltd., which has become India's second-largest software maker thanks largely to outsourced work from the West, is investing $20 million to create nearly 500 consulting jobs in the United States.
Just stay competitive, fellows, and commerce will flow to you.

 
Anti-Cat Blogging

A special thanks to Cagey for sharing the Ford SportKa commercial wherein the cat meets the evil twin of the Ka.

I foolishly mentioned it to my beautiful wife. Can I sleep on your couch tonight?

Wednesday, April 07, 2004
 
Samus Aran Naked?

Coming soon to a theater near you: John Woo's Metroid.

Man, I hope it's as good as Wing Commander.

(Link seen on Fark.)

 
Honey, About That Scrip

My most beautiful wife and the light of my eyes and el fuego de mi corazón, I want to take a moment to explain this little scrip of paper before you find it on a dresser somewhere. It says, in my handwriting:
    Melanie Thomas
    (314) xxx-xxxx
    meet Thurs. night
That's Melanie at Thomas Construction regarding the work we're about to have done. We should call her back to give her some additional information or to schedule an evening meeting.

(Am I the only spouse out there who preemptively explains his phone message shorthand when it involves a woman?)

 
Steinberg on the Bandwagon

Neil Steinberg, of the Chicago Sun-Times, jumps on the anti-Wal-Mart bandwagon today:
    Wal-Mart is a thing of evil

    There is great irony that the Wal-Mart proposed for the South Side would be located on the site of the shuttered Ryerson steel mill, a bit of symbolism that would be too obvious in fiction, but in real life just sits there and smirks at us: the good-job, good-salary past of America bulldozed to make room for the penny-shaving gulag of Wal-Mart. Of course it's our own fault. We rhapsodize the small town past of America, with good old Mr. Henderson standing behind the oak counter at Henderson's Drugs, wrapping our box of cotton balls in brown paper and twine. But when forced to act on our convictions, it turned out we'd rather save a few pennies on our cotton balls by buying them in a 55-gallon drum from an indentured servant at Wal-Mart with Mr. Henderson greeting us at the door for minimum wage.

    Tales of Wal-Mart excess -- from forcing illegal immigrants to work unpaid overtime to triple-charging customers through a credit card snafu -- were already piling up when a truly frightening story arrived from Inglewood, Calif.

    The Inglewood city fathers, sensibly enough, blocked Wal-Mart from importing its Third World employment practices to their community. The Bargain Behemoth responded by getting a referendum on Tuesday's ballot with a proposal that would basically create a sovereign Republic of Wal-Mart in the heart of Inglewood; if you think I'm exaggerating, the New York Times said the measure would ''essentially exempt Wal-Mart from all of Inglewood's planning, zoning and environmental regulations, creating a city-within-a-city subject only to its own rules.''

    My bet is that voters pass the measure -- what is the integrity of your government compared to the lure of buying stuff really cheap? -- and no doubt Wal-Mart will find a way to jam itself into Chicago next.

    The most telling detail of the California nightmare is this: The goons Wal-Mart hired to gather signatures to get their measure on the ballot were paid a far better wage than the clerks in its stores.
How disappointing. Steinberg takes a couple of isolated incidents, mixes them together, and decides that the free markets aren't good. Or at least great success in the free markets aren't; maybe Steinberg prefers only moderate success mixed in with enobling failure. Granted, I'm putting words into his keyboard here, but people who hold up Wal-Mart as an example of what's wrong with capitalism are poor thinkers. I don't know what those people want, probably just something else, and heaven forbid if we ever get it.

Wal-Mart got to where it is by building stores where others wouldn't, by selling acceptable quality products at low prices to people who weren't being served by other department stores or boutiques. Although some portions of the corporation have done wrong (skimping overtime pay, hiring un-driver's-licensed illegal aliens) and some unfortunate incidents occur (accidental overbilling), it's not a force for evil. Its customers can shop at higher-priced stores if they get better service there or if that's important to them; its employees can get other jobs if it's important to them. Wal-Mart's the intersection of free wills in this little thing we call commerce. If it bothers you so damn much, bobos, take up substinence farming and start whining about your aching backs instead.

Wal-Mart is just the Microsoft for those who don't pretend to be technical.




Others weigh in:

Tuesday, April 06, 2004
 
Us and Them

The Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel catches John Kerry in an unfortunate pronoun:
    Democrat John Kerry said Monday that the violent Shiite uprising in Iraq underscores the Bush administration's failure to build a "genuine" international coalition there and create the conditions for lasting stability.

    "I think they're on a terrible course," Kerry said of the administration's performance, while speaking in Washington, D.C., to a group of reporters, most from Midwestern newspapers.

    Asked if the United States should arrest Muqtada al-Sadr, the radical cleric who inspired the uprising, Kerry said, "I think they've got to do what they've got to do."
I don't agree with all of Bush's policies, Senator, but I do agree that we are one country, and it's our countrymen who are in Iraq right now, carrying out the orders of our elected leader.

So, Senator, how else can you divide this country into us and them?

Pretend like I haven't paid attention to your campaign so far and summarize.

 
Who Questioned Emil Guillermo's Virility?

In today's SFGate.com, Emil Guillermo looks at the microphenomenon that is William Hung and finds what he expected: anti-Asian American racism. (Hurry, that's a perishable link.)

For those of you who don't know, William Hung wanted to be a contestant on the television show American Idol, but whose cover of a Ricky Martin song, "She Bangs", proved so awful that he didn't make the cut. Instead, he was thrown out at audition, but since these auditions aired, became an anti-star of sorts. He's made the rounds of the television shows and has a CD coming out. America likes an earnest, but ultimately undertalented, performer. Sure, it's funny, but it's also endearing. A lot of us can project ourselves into William Hung.

What does Guillermo project? Seemingly, a lack of virility:
    With William Hung, is there any other reason to extend the joke on America except that it plays to a racist image of the ineffectual Asian-American male?

    What is Hung but an infantilized, incompetent and impotent male image? Strong? No. Virile? No. Sexy? The guy's a virgin.
You know what, Emil? A lot of people are virgins, and some of them don't care for it. The modern message indicates you're a freak if you're not getting head in third grade. I haven't seen William Hung in action--I get my entertainment and pop culture news on the Internet-- but I wouldn't be so quick to call him infantilized, incompetent, and impotent. As a matter of fact, those words don't tend to come to mind for most people unless they're writing television ads for male supplements. Those men are incompetent.

Guillermo hits the v-word again with this bit:
    It wouldn't be so bad if we saw positive images of Asian-American males in the media. But, for the most part, we've been invisible, and the images have usually come with martial-arts enhancements.

    Bruce Lee's combative persona has been the most virile and most enduring icon for Asian-American males. But the stereotypes that predominate are the sinister and inscrutable or ineffectual and effeminate.
Jeez, buddy, give it a rest. You're so caught up in making William Hung's name ironic that you fail to see what makes him iconic: that he's an underdog member of a multicultural society that appreciates underdogs.

Guillermo might want me to prove it:
    You certainly wouldn't see them glorify a black man who couldn't sing and dance on "American Idol." Nor would they prop up a clumsy, tone-deaf white person.
He's wrong. For starters, Don "No Soul" Simmons was a joke in 1987. But that's not the point.

America braces people who sincerely try, often even if they're not the most talented. When I look to my hometown sports teams, I see that the fan favorites are often blue-collar players, not the superstars. The St. Louis Cardinals have had Joe McEwing and Bo Hart; the St. Louis Blues have had Tyson Nash, Mike Danton, and Dallas Drake. They play their hearts out, but they're not eight-figure players.

Still, we lesser mortals can see ourselves in their positions and can root for them to succeed beyond their ability.

Well, some of us do, anyway. Others, like Guillermo, have other projections to see.

Monday, April 05, 2004
 
Leave the Metaphors to the Professionals, Son

A special snicker-out to the weathercaster on the radio that described today as a good kick off to the baseball season.

That's what we in the professional words biz call an air ball.

 
We Bear All Alanis

So, according to Drudge, Alanis Morissette has been protesting United States censorship, by which she means commercial enterprises that ask her to change words in her monobrow lyrics before broadcast. Let's examine that more closely, shall we?
  • She's a Canadian

  • who protested in Canada

  • about "censorship" in the United States

  • which is not actually censorship, but a negotiation between the producer (Morissette) and a purchaser (radio stations) that didn't work out according to Alanis's "artistic" sensibilities.

  • She protested this "censorship" by wearing a body suit (not by exposing her actual, slightly dumpy body).
How seriously does she expect anyone to take this protest? Just seriously enough to buy her new album, probably. That's what the smart people who run her told her, anyway. If she understood or remembered.

For crying out loud, U.S. Censorship. I tell you what, honey, but I will take your point a little more seriously if I knew CBC was showing a little nudity between hockey games and shows about hockey. So if you want to see some bodies, agitate for liberation in your own damn country first. When CBC changes its ways, I'll personally write my cable company to get it piped down here.

Other sources for the story: Others weigh in:

 
I Hate It When That Happens

Fark links to a story in the Fond du Lac Reporter about a woman whose water was cut off because a faulty meter underreported water usage for her late mother. It's a pretty sad story, but what's even sadder is the way the story sort of changes themes in the middle:
    t was no April Fool?s joke when the tap went dry Thursday for a Fond du Lac woman who was left to pay a $1,200 water bill for her deceased mother.

    Sonja A. Terry, said neither she nor her late mother, Maria Wittig, had an idea the utility bills were drastically less than they should have been. The problem with an outside meter was discovered only after Terry?s mother died in June 2003 and water utility officials cross-checked what they call the ?actual? meter in the basement at 120 E. Second St.

    Wittig had requested and purchased the outdoor meter so the reading could be taken outside her home. The outdoor meter had slowed drastically and may not have been working at all.

    Terry agreed in December to pay $50 a month toward the $1,200 bill. When she failed to make the two initial payments, her water was shut off.

    ?I turned the faucet on and nothing came out,? Terry recalled.

    Early last week, she was given another shut-off notice due to two more consecutive months of non-payment. The water was shut off Thursday. She agreed to pay $100 and the water was turned on a short time later.

    ?I can?t make those (extra payments),? Terry said. ?They?re putting it on my regular (utility) bill.?

    Terry said her most recent regular utility bill was $242. Another $150 was added to the bill ($50 repayment schedule for each of three months), bringing the total to nearly $400 for the quarter.

    Before the error at the meter was discovered, Terry said her mother?s bill was $53. The amount is the monthly charge for vacant residences, according to water utility staff. The amount suggests that the outdoor meter wasn?t functioning at all.

    ?I hate doing this,? Fond du Lac Water Superintendent Dale Paczkowski said. ?I don?t like it. (And) it?s time consuming for us to be putting (shut-off) notices on the door and sending letters.?

    Paczkowski said the water was used ? it ran through the actual meter.

    ?I agreed (in December) to $50, which I cannot do,? Terry said. ?I thought I could (pay $50 per month toward the debt), and I had my back surgery, and I lieves headache and eases insomnia. It can be applied full strength to burns, rashes or psoriasis.

    Lavender is a ?must-have? in the home, Vores said.

    n Lemon increases optimism and sense of humor, helps calm fear and increase memory, according to Vores? list of essential oil uses. In very dilute solution (1 or 2 percent) it is good for acne, he said.

    n Peppermint is a mental stimulant, relieves headache and anxiety. It is good for congested sinuses and digestion as well as emotions.

    n Tea tree oil builds strength before surgery, says a list of oils Vores? has compiled. It?s a strong antiseptic that stimulates immunity.

    Vores describes essential oils as the ?lifeblood? of a plant, the part that is fragrant. ?Pure? oil comes from a single source.
It's some sort of content error, but it's always interesting to note how far you go before you realize you've missed something.

Sometimes, when I am reading a particularly hard to follow text, I have been known to skip pages when the last words of one page and the first words of the page two pages ahead mesh in a manner no more confusing than the rest of the work. When reading, I admit I don't slow down and understand each sentence or paragraph before moving on; I tend to gather the grasp of the whole, which is why I keep reading stuff I don't understand as I am reading it. I expect to pick it up from context. As I have a philosophy degree, rest assured I have run into the situation where I accidentally skip a page and don't immediately know it many times while contending with works of on the order of Heidegger, Sartre, Dostoyevsky, and others.

P.S. I didn't get to the whole next paragraph in the above piece, unlike some works.

Saturday, April 03, 2004
 
Whew, Heather Would Have Killed Me Otherwise

With some trepidation, I took a quiz pointed out by Ravenwood, and fortunately discovered:

Grammar God!
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!

If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!

How grammatically sound are you?
brought to you by Quizilla


Heather's choice of mate is validated!

P.S., Ravenwood, Heather thinks your Red Zinfadel goes well with pizza.

Friday, April 02, 2004
 
Book Review: The Dilbert Future by Scott Adams (1997)

I don't know if it was inappropriate or not, but I read The Dilbert Future at work. Unlike most Dilbert books, which lament the workplace environment and the world's dysfunctional state, this book laments the current state and the state the world was going to be in. So it represents a forward looking bad employee attitude.

Scott Adams took his cartooning insight into trends that were nascent in 1997 (or 1996, which is when I assume he wrote the book) and projected them out into the future. With some wryness, of course, but with some sincerity, too. His futurism is hit or miss, but he did pick up on some interesting things which came true. Some don't, however. We don't all have ISDN, but we do have cable modems and DSL, which are gradually supplanting the dial-up lines used in 1997. And this Internet thing has gotten a whole lot bigger. Not as big as the hype which would peak within a couple years of this book's publication, but bigger. Adams also picked up the trend of blogging:
    Prediction 52: In the future, everyone will be a news reporter.
Jeff Jarvis is so behind Scott Adams.

So Adams takes his best stabs at the future, and the book's amusing enough with that. However, with the ultimate chapter, "A New View of the Future", Adams goes careers off into a I'm Not Really Here-style weird Buddhist musing. He talks about how future paradigm shifts will indicate our current perception of the experience of time is inaccurate, and the near past, near future, and present are all the same, or similar, or something. He's sincere. Hey, I am all for keeping an open mind, but this bit lacks a big enough dose of skepticism for me.

Still, it's only a chapter, and it's not the whole book, so I can overlook it and say the book's amusing enough to read.

Thursday, April 01, 2004
 
Book Review: Give Me a Break by John Stossel (2004)

When I finished this book last night, Heather asked me if I liked it. I said, "It's okay." Was it a good book? she pressed. "It was okay," I responded.

There you have it: this is a nice book.

It's about 40% biography, wherein John Stossel tells us about his evolution as a thinker and a commentator, and 60% survey of libertarian positions on issues. It's an unfortunate mix, because it really didn't do too much for me.

Stossel tells us anecdotes from times throughout his career when he was working as a consumer advocate reporter for local affiliates up until he became the 20/20 presence and network gadfly. These anecdotes and insights are the strength of the book. It could have used more of Stossel's personal account of his odyssey. The first four or five chapters describe it.

Unfortunately, the remainder of the book is not much more than a laundry list of what libertarians believe (less government, more personal responsibility). The very chapter titles reflect this: "Welfare for the Rich", "The Trouble with Lawyers", "The Left Takes Notice", ""It's Not My Fault" and up to "Owning Your Body" and "Free Speech". Stossel works in a few anecdotes--including the one excerpted in Reason--but mostly he just conducts a survey course.

Perhaps it's a good primer for the people who've seen Stossel on television and don't know much about libertarianism. If so, he assures them that others share the vision they might find attractive. Heck, he even invokes Ayn Rand a couple of times. But it doesn't offer a detailed, reasoned argument to sway thinkers--or to offer arguments for the believers who want to them.

Of course, it's not Bias when it comes to harsh indictment of media, and it's not Ann Coulter or Michael Moore polemics to rouse the rabble or enrage the heretics. It's more even-tempered than that, and it does treat the reader fairly, and the opposition sympathetically. Stossel even offers kind words to the police state government and contemporary society, noting that we're remarkably open and free even while we're moving towards crackpot nannyism.

That Stossel's a nice boy.

So that's what it is; a nice, rational, but ultimately lightweight treatise (if that's not an oxymoron) on how one man became a libertarian (or small-l liberal) and what it means to him.

 
I Came Not To Fisk Whitman; It Just Happened

The world-famous DC from Brainstorming, who also appeared on the Hugh Hewitt show this evening (even if Instapundit overlooks it, we know), asks why I didn't want to be associated with Walt Whitman.

The backstory: I took a Quizilla quiz that asked what poet I was. I wasn't Walt Whitman, and I said I was glad I wasn't. DC took the same quiz and was. And she wondered why I said I didn't like Walt Whitman.

I don't find his poetry very vivid. Certainly, most of it seems to have a point, which Whitman doesn't hide. As a matter of fact, he pretty much delivers a non-rhyming lecture with line breaks. Let's take DC's favorite Whitman piece, and let's color code it. Blue is show, which means an image or other sensory material; green is tell, which is discussing abstractions:

    O Me! O Life!

    O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
    Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the foolish;
    Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
    Of eyes that vainly crave the light?of the objects mean?of the struggle ever renew?d;
    Of the poor results of all--of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
    Of the empty and useless years of the rest--with the rest me intertwined;
    The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?

    Answer.
    That you are here?that life exists, and identity;
    That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
You see, I am reduced to coloring the blooming concrete nouns to find images and turns of phrase. The rest, chatter.

Personally, when it comes to poetry, I prefer structured poetry to free verse. So let's take a quick gander at something from my personal favorite poet (aside from my beautiful wife and, well, me, of course), Edna St. Vincent Millay:
    What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
    I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
    Under my head till morning; but the rain
    Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
    Upon the glass and listen for reply,
    And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
    For unremembered lads that not again
    Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
    Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
    Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
    Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
    I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
    I only know that summer sang in me
    A little while, that in me sings no more.
The concrete images resonate at a lower level than abstractions, and the reader makes the connections and draws the higher meaning for himself, which resonates more deeply than a series of things we know, but cannot see or feel.

(Thanks to Lex Libertas, another conservative poetry lover, who led posted a pile of Millay's poetry.)

As I said, I like structured poetry better than free verse (although not exclusively). I prefer to see a poet struggle against the bonds of tradition, and make the poem worthwhile. So it's no surprise that I work in the sonnet form like my patron saint:
    It's always more than sex to sleep with you.
    Don't get me wrong; I like to tangle sheets
    and hungry scents and taste the salty dew
    of glistening sweat where heavy brow meets
    soft eyelids closed, relaxed. I'll kiss them, too,
    and sample other slow seduction sweets.
    But I run out of juice, won't thump my chest
    and say I don't, and so I like the rest:
    I like to lie, arms wrapped around you, deep
    in comfortable darkness where the moon projects
    odd patterns on the walls. I want to keep
    you safe and warm as winter licks our necks.
    You mumble love and slowly fall asleep;
    these moments worth much more than simple sex.
You can mentally add your own blue or green highlighting to it. But keep in mind, it's not public domain, and I better not Google it and find other hits, or I will kick your ass (don't worry; if you don't own a donkey, one will be provided for you).

To make a short story long, I don't like Whitman because his poems don't contain the things I value in poetry. Imagery, concrete sensational phrases, and/or structure.

 
The Bottom of the Slippery Slope?

Oh, how they mocked me last year when I shook my head about St. Peters, Missouri, arresting underage teenagers for taking pornographic videos to sell to their fellow high school students. (I went into greater detail about the absurdity the next day.) Can you get any more absurd than charging children for exploiting children?

The Meatriarchy Guy links to a story in story in USA Today:
    A 15-year-old girl has been arrested for taking nude photographs of her self and posting them on the Internet, police said.
Her crimes?
    She has been charged with sexual abuse of children, possession of child pornography and dissemination of child pornography.
She has been charged for abusing herself for having and distributing naked pictures of herself.

You know, Government could better protect The Children and the little inner The Children by straight-jacketing us and putting us in dark closets, where no carcinogenic sunlight need blemish us.

 
Pulling the Emergency Brake on the Train of Thought

Have you ever had this happen to you?

This afternoon, I was thinking that The Toxic Avenger was named Melvin before he became the title character. When suddenly, the absurd nature of the musing pulled the emergency brake on my train of thought, and it went off the tracks. Maybe it was already careering too fast around a bend when I saw it.

Why the heck was I thinking about a movie I have not seen?

I couldn't retrace my thoughts nor make sense of it. Some of you know I am prone to spitting out random trivia seemingly unrelated to what we're talking about. Perhaps you'll feel better to know I do it to myself, too.

To say Noggle, one first must be able to say the "Nah."