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|Tuesday, May 1st, 2012|
I've been feeling kinda nauseous all day. Not actually sick, but one of those low grade "bleh" feelings where you know you'd feel better if you could just throw up. Unfortunately I just don't seem to be able to...
|In order to recognize the American spirit of loyalty and the sacrifices that so many have made for our Nation, the Congress, by Public Law 85-529 as amended, has designated May 1 of each year as "Loyalty Day." On this day, let us reaffirm our allegiance to the United States of America, our Constitution, and our founding values.|
NOW, THEREFORE, I, BARACK OBAMA, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim May 1, 2012, as Loyalty Day. This Loyalty Day, I call upon all the people of the United States to join in support of this national observance, whether by displaying the flag of the United States or pledging allegiance to the Republic for which it stands.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this first day of May, in the year of our Lord two thousand twelve, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-sixth.
Oh God, I feel so much better now.
|Thursday, April 26th, 2012|
|Tuesday, April 17th, 2012|
|I Crack Me Up
From a discussion of a news report about Newt Gingrich getting bitten by a penguin
|Stormy Dragon says: Now I’m picturing Newt gradually turning into the Batman villain. |
John Peabody says: Has anyone ever seen Newt and Burgess Meredith in the same photograph? Just sayin’.
Stormy Dragon says: That’s the problem with Newt, really: he thinks he’s a Brugess Meredith, but he’s really just a Danny Devito.
Hat Tip to Outside the Beltway Current Mood: amused
|Monday, April 9th, 2012|
|Thursday, March 15th, 2012|
|Wednesday, February 29th, 2012|
RIP Davey Jones, you never got the respect your talent deserved, but there was a reason you were on the first album I ever bought.
Another piece of childhood gone... Current Mood: sad
|Monday, February 27th, 2012|
|For Johnny Cash's Birthday (February 26)
The Johnny Cash Project is a living crowdsourced music video for The Man in Black's final single "Ain't No Grave". Thousands of people were randomly assigned frames from the footage used for the video and asked to provide an artistic interpretation of the contents. The various frames are rated by the community and at any given time, the highest rated frame at each slot is used to compose the current version of the video:
Hat Tip to The Agitator Current Mood: surprised
|Friday, February 17th, 2012|
|Thursday, January 19th, 2012|
|An Interesting Point
Yesterday, during the big SOPA/PIPA protests, we had a bunch of corporations spending money both directly and in-kind to send out a message critizing members of the House of Representatives and the Senate by name for their support of a particular law. This was done within 30 days of primary elections in which some of those people are running, which means under the terms of McCain-Feingold, they were engaged in electioneering communications.
Which means that yesterday's protest would have been illegal had the much-maligned Citizens United Ruling gone the other way. Current Mood: thoughtful
|Wednesday, December 21st, 2011|
|Friday, December 2nd, 2011|
From a column about the NY Times coverage of the city's first gay pride march in 1972
|In the back of the line of march had been a contingent in black leather. I’d been curious and asked who they were.|
“We’re the Eulenspiegel Society,” one told me. They took their name from a medieval prankster hanged for his mischief and immortalized in the Richard Strauss tone poem.
Well, he went on, they were a self-help group of sadists and masochists.
And which exactly were they? I asked.
Oh, he told me cheerfully, they were the masochists.
I had to ask. Why were they marching?
He delivered his answer deadpan.
“For better treatment.”
Hat Tip to The Volokh Conspiracy Current Mood: amused
|Sunday, November 6th, 2011|
|After the Fall
People who know me well are probably aware that one of my biggest character flaws is that I'm extremly cynical and alienated. It just seems to me that the older I get, the more it seems that there is nothing truly noble or virtuous in this world; everything that seems to be is just a facade and believing in anyone or anything just leads to eventual betrayal when their true nature is finally revealed.
It's a lesson that was underscored for me yet again this weekend, as one of the few things I still had any faith in turned out to be built upon horrors that even I couldn't have imagined. I have, since I was a little kid, been a follower of Penn State football. My dad graduated from the University and as I was growing up, some of my most cherished memories involve weekend trips to Penn State games. As I grew up, I eventually went to the university myself. I'm a season ticket holder and do my best to make it to two or three games a year. I actually (quite foolishly as it turned out), believed all that "Success with Honor" crap. That this was one of the few major programs that still believed that winning doesn't mean anything if you don't win the right way, and that at the end of the day, character matters more points.
And then this Friday that all came crumbling down:Sandusky Charged In Child Molestation Case, Curley And Senior Admin Charged With Perjury
For more than a decade, a sexual predator was using the program to lure children so that he could rape them, first as an assitant coach and then through a children's charity. The university knew of this and covered the whole thing up. And aside from those legally responsible for this is a larger group of people who seem to have done the minimum legally required and then washed their hands of it, when basic morality would suggest they had a duty to do far more to stop this.
And while the biggest tragedy here is certainly the children who were victimized, on a smaller level I'm incredibly angry that these people had to destroy something I cared deeply about. To take something that was great and make it just like everything else in this crappy world.
And once again I feel another corner of idealism roughly round off. I grow a little more suspicious, a little more bitter, and a little more angry, and I'm sure it will continue until there's nothing left. "To steel the heart against itself ... is a stern task of soul: - No matter, - it is taught." Current Mood: shocked
|Tuesday, October 18th, 2011|
|Wednesday, October 5th, 2011|
|Car vs. Deer
Here's what the deer missile did to my car: Current Mood: annoyed
|Tuesday, October 4th, 2011|
|Car is Mostly Dead; Dragon is All Alive
Hit a flying deer at highway speeds on 422W (flying because it already been hit by another car on 422E). The car won, but is not safely drivable. Driver door dented, keypad hanging by wires, window does not lower all the way. Front left body panel ripped off, left headlight fog lamp and fender smashed, Hood bent. Radiator bent. Car leaking oil. On board diagnostics complains brakes and 4x4 damaged. Collision pre-tensioners on the seatbelt went off, so the seatbelt is shot as well. Deer pieces splattered over side of car.
But I'm okay. Current Mood: blah
|Sunday, September 11th, 2011|
|On the tenth anniversary of the 9/11
This is a poem that Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz wrote shortly following the attacks on 9/11. While not referencing that day specifically, it was intended to be his response to the day.
Current Mood: thoughtful
|In a Parish|
Were I not frail and half broken inside,
I wouldn't be thinking of them, who are, like me, half broken inside.
I would not climb the cemetery hill by the church
To get rid of my self pity.
Michaels who lost every battle,
Lie under crosses with their dates of birth and death. And who
Is going to express them? Their mumblings, weepings, hopes, tears of humiliation?
In hospital muck and the smell of urine,
With their weak and contorted limbs,
And eternity close by. Improper. Indecent.
Like a dollhouse crushed by wheels, like
An elephant trampling a beetle, an ocean drowning an island.
Our stupidity and childishness do nothing to fit us
For this variety of last things.
They had no time to grasp anything of their individual lives,
Any principium individuationis.
Nor do I grasp it, yet what can I do?
Enclosed all my life in a nutshell,
Trying in vain to become something
Completely different from what I was.
Thus we go down into the earth, my fellow parishioners,
With the hope that the trumpet of judgment will call us by our names.
Instead of eternity, greenness and the movement of clouds.
They rise then, thousands of Sophies, Michaels, Matthews,
Marias, Agathas, Bartholomews.
So at last they know why
And for what reason?
|Thursday, September 8th, 2011|
|Saturday, July 30th, 2011|
Look, I realize you want to memorialize your grandfather William Butt, but you really need to rename your pharmacy: Current Mood: amused
|Friday, July 29th, 2011|
|Perfect Metaphor for the Debt Ceiling Crisis
Right now, John Boehner is playing Colnel Sandurz to the Tea Party's Dark Helmut.
It's true that the 2001-2011 spending binge has us heading toward a financial crisis at ludicrous speed, but using the debt ceiling as the mechanism to stop us is the equivalent of pulling the emergency brake:
Of course the Tea Party, like Lord Helmut, is still demanding we do so. Unfortunately if we do, they're not the only ones who are going to crash. Current Mood: worried
|Sunday, July 24th, 2011|
|Marvel's Most Dastardly Villain Ever: The Earworm
I saw the new Captain America movie today and really enjoyed it. The very well done 1940's retro aesthetic to the whole thing made it a lot more memorable than a lot of the generic superhero movies that have been coming out lately.
And the last thing I expected to happen going in is that I'd come out with an insanely catchy tune stuck in my head:
I'm pretty much convinced that every superhero movie should have an Alan Menken penned musical production number in it somewhere. Current Mood: amused