It would appear, after the mad ninja skillz he displayed by appealing to Congress instead of the White House to discuss the upcoming UN vote that would seek to create a Palestinian state, Netanyau managed to convince Obama of the folly in backing such a thing. Thank goodness too because, as I was reminded by a friend today, the model — in his opinion — for a Palestinian state would be an Hamas-like organization. And that doesn’t scream successful nation willing to play well with others. But someone should explain this to this kid, who never ceases to amaze me as a thinker and a writer. It’s as if he uses his considerable intelligence to shill for the most awful outcome. My suspicion is that he is pathologically attracted to Schadenfreude. But everyone has to have something special to survive in this business. So, rock on Mr. Beinart. I just hope it doesn’t come back to haunt you someday.
Other things, as usual:
Going to the beach for the holiday weekend Friday. Admittedly, it’s a strange time for the kid here to go but, since there’s 8,000 of us going (that’s a slight exaggeration), the cost is minimal and I really could use a few days to just get my head back on. And these folks invited me and it’s an opportunity to get to know some of them better while doing something I love more than anything in this world: staring at the ocean. So, I’m taking this book and this book (Char, I swear I’ll return it soon…) and alternating. The evenings will likely offer other diversions.
On a related note, I’ll be taking a bottle of this with me. Looking very much forward to making a Tennessee Honey Smash.
The softball team is crazy good. I have other things I could say there but I’ll refrain. In the meantime, this guy loves us. I hope it doesn’t go to our heads because that is the best way to start losing. I’ve played enough sports to know that. Also, special thanks to my friend who sat with me for a few hours after the game and reminded me that opinions are like bums (that’s the British use of the word) — everyone has one and some of em stink. I love you my friend.
A dancer friend of mine from back home has a lovely post on what it is about the pursuit that is downright religious. The piece in this video was choreographed by Cherrise Wakeham, who is, as you can see, tremendously talented as a choreographer. The writer was a member of her company in Atlanta and, as anyone who’s met her or seen her work can attest, is a huge fan for good reason. Beautiful work. Also, Ali, nice writing kid.
Of course it is. Netflix Instant is like crack cocaine to cinemaphiles. [I should clarify…if you read the post you’ll see that it’s not. I was just making a joke. Hardee har…]
Finally, if you see yourself in this song, good. Make a change.