Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Rep. Mike Pence (R-Ind)
(1) Opposes the President's health plan (and everything else).
(2) Looks like the albino killer, Whitey,* in Foul Play.
*Apologies to Whitey.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tiananmen Square or the Berlin Wall?
Or will it end not with a bang but a whimper? Oh may the Iranian demonstration not die a slow death!
Here is praying that Iran will creep toward democracy. At least let's hope that the rigged election will be thrown out and the voters can go to the polls again. Moussavi might not be that much better than Ahmadinejad, but at least the former, not the latter, is the choice of the people -- vox populi. Iran is a sort of democracy -- even though it is a theocracy.*
(* Could it be that Allah wants the will of the people as His will?)
And I guess I'm sold on democracy, sloppy and imperfect as it is. The Ayatollah might be regretting not making it an absolute dictatorship, letting the people think they really have a say in their government.
Kurt Vonnegut, in Mother Night, writes, "We are what we pretend to be, so we ought to be careful what we pretend to be."
Let it be so. May Iran "fake it to make it."
Here is praying that Iran will creep toward democracy. At least let's hope that the rigged election will be thrown out and the voters can go to the polls again. Moussavi might not be that much better than Ahmadinejad, but at least the former, not the latter, is the choice of the people -- vox populi. Iran is a sort of democracy -- even though it is a theocracy.*
(* Could it be that Allah wants the will of the people as His will?)
And I guess I'm sold on democracy, sloppy and imperfect as it is. The Ayatollah might be regretting not making it an absolute dictatorship, letting the people think they really have a say in their government.
Kurt Vonnegut, in Mother Night, writes, "We are what we pretend to be, so we ought to be careful what we pretend to be."
Let it be so. May Iran "fake it to make it."
Friday, June 05, 2009
Generic Post
Another beautiful Friday. Wife sleeping on sofa, wakes up, sits up, looks at me, shakes head, laughs, says, "I'm going to bed."
"I thought that's where you were," I say.
"I certainly was sleeping." She pads off to take her nighttime meds. Jacob is coming tomorrow, although not early. He went to the doc in Louisville the other day to begin a new regimen for his medical condition; the regimen needs to take into consideration that he's now rapidly entering adolescence.
Rudy, at foot of sofa, is zonked, grinning in his sleep.
Boob tube's off. No Van De Graaff either. Yet.
It was a gorgeous sunny day, blue and gold and green, warm in the sun, cool in the shade. I remarked again that weather like this all the time (instead of mostly humidity and rain) would cause the Californicators to descend upon us like the Mongol hordes. We have enough as it is. I mean from California. We used to get urban refugees from such exotic places as Cincinnati.
My perspective on the immigration of big city swells here is of a native, born before WW II at that. I sat in front of a store this evening next to the Ohio Theater with a friend, Kevin, passing the time of day, and I thought about how many, many times I have walked these not-so-mean streets over a half-century plus a score of years. We were really provincial when I was a kid.
Had a sandwich with another friend, Sam, at the Downtowner across the street just before the visit with Kevin. Leisurely evening. Came home then and got the wife for another commune with nature. We drove downtown, along the river and along Main Street. By the time we got downtown it was deep dusk and most of the downtown strollers -- what's that French word? flaneur -- had vanished. The riverfront teemed with people. They're adding several observation points, extending the excellent brick walkway in both directions. Next week the city's beginning its bicentennial (200 years) celebration.
That's all.
Good night.
"I thought that's where you were," I say.
"I certainly was sleeping." She pads off to take her nighttime meds. Jacob is coming tomorrow, although not early. He went to the doc in Louisville the other day to begin a new regimen for his medical condition; the regimen needs to take into consideration that he's now rapidly entering adolescence.
Rudy, at foot of sofa, is zonked, grinning in his sleep.
Boob tube's off. No Van De Graaff either. Yet.
It was a gorgeous sunny day, blue and gold and green, warm in the sun, cool in the shade. I remarked again that weather like this all the time (instead of mostly humidity and rain) would cause the Californicators to descend upon us like the Mongol hordes. We have enough as it is. I mean from California. We used to get urban refugees from such exotic places as Cincinnati.
My perspective on the immigration of big city swells here is of a native, born before WW II at that. I sat in front of a store this evening next to the Ohio Theater with a friend, Kevin, passing the time of day, and I thought about how many, many times I have walked these not-so-mean streets over a half-century plus a score of years. We were really provincial when I was a kid.
Had a sandwich with another friend, Sam, at the Downtowner across the street just before the visit with Kevin. Leisurely evening. Came home then and got the wife for another commune with nature. We drove downtown, along the river and along Main Street. By the time we got downtown it was deep dusk and most of the downtown strollers -- what's that French word? flaneur -- had vanished. The riverfront teemed with people. They're adding several observation points, extending the excellent brick walkway in both directions. Next week the city's beginning its bicentennial (200 years) celebration.
That's all.
Good night.
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