Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for November, 2012

See it or be it.

29552_492734117416335_267212534_n

Hey y’all. What about that little cutie up there?! Sigh…So, let’s talk some football and other things quickly before I have to write an op-ed on letters to the SEC (don’t be jealous. My life is just that exciting.)…

My dirty birds FINALLY took Drew Brees to the landfill last night and dashed the Saints run at a playoff spot. I don’t think egging them when they rolled into town was very cool — we’re classier than that Atlanta — but I do think humiliating them on the field of play is okay. Atlanta now has a record of 11-1. I don’t care what anyone says, or how they do in the playoffs, that’s an impressive run. Here’s a good piece — and some nice GIFs — on last night’s game. How bout those sexy retro uniforms eh?

Now on to my DAWGS!!!!! woof!woof!woof!

It goes down tomorrow at 4 pm people. Sounds like my little crew will be at Public Bar in DuPont (there’s some weird cable issue at 18th Amendment) so come by if you want to watch two of the best teams in college football play for the SEC Championship. My friend Charlie posted this the other day and I thought it was amazing:

Prayer by Rabbi Michael Bernstein of Congregation Gesher L’Torah on Kimball Bridge Rd, Alpharetta, GA:

“May the One who guided Vince, Herschel, and Buck Belue grant victory to their descendants and joy to those who follow them. Give counsel to Mark Richt, accuracy to Aaron Murray, strength to Gurshall and ferocity to the Defense. Halt the momentum of our adversaries, say to them as you related to your servant Job, “The Tide shall come to here and no further.” And as for the Irish… Well let’s deal with that when the time comes…. So may it be inscribed in the Book of Chronicles and Statistics (the BCS) and the records of the House of Dawg.”

Also, here’s a nice little video that’s been floating around of the town where the Bulldogs live. I didn’t realize I missed it until I saw this. And I think, over the Christmas holiday, I’m going to go back and have a meal at 5 Star Day Cafe or something. Maybe catch a show at the Caledonia. Something…

While I was watching the Bengals game Sunday, it came out that my friend who invited me to watch the game with her crew is actually the cousin of Andrew Whitworth, Bengals left offensive tackle, ejected for unnecessary roughness. This piece pretty much explains why he got a little testy, something that led Raiders players to actually LEAVE THE BENCH to get in on the fight. It was an exciting few minutes and convinces me that my friend comes from good stock.

And, just to round out the football, I absolutely adore this commercial…

Alright, just other links I’ve found interesting in the last few days…

Thank you for posting this Allahpundit. It just made me happy…

Another from the Big Boss. So much wonderful. Imagine: chivalry is actually a key to happiness. Whoda’thunk…

Misconceptions about the Bible. Seriously, I consider this a must-read…

Best reason I’ve seen to reconsider net neutrality regulation.

My friend Caleb — who will be once again carrying my butt from the Waterfront metro tomorrow into Anacostia for our flag football game and I love him for it — posted this. I kinda dug it. It really is about a little something called street smarts…

On my mind lately in an effort to improve. And ask for improvement.

It’s everywhere, as it should be. It is the reason the phrase “see the awesome or be the awesome” is now my new favorite. On a related note….

Grumpy cat is how Alexander looks on the inside. (Just kidding Z….kind of…)

Now for a song that I have an entire 4 8-counts of choreography to in my head. This is another lady who’s view of the world is at once humble, huge, spiritual, and realistic. Love her.

Read Full Post »

Thanksgiving was a success I take it, for all of us? I know mine was pretty good despite the yearning to go all the way home. I got to meet some more extended family and eat some amazing food — my cookies went over quite well, a’thank you — including some delicious squid and peppers (Korean folks do some amazing things with squid), and sitting around a poker table for something like 5 hours. My family plays poker like other families play Monopoly or Apples to Apples. I think that says something very cool about us. Yes, I’m bragging on them. But I mean 5 hours of poker? You’d brag, too…

So, pursuant to getting the personal angst — so long a feature in this space — out of the way early, I’m having a minute about something…I have, in the past, bowed to intimidation. Not because I was intimidated per say; more because I didn’t understand the need to intimidate (generally that kind of thing is borne of serious insecurity) and it made me uncomfortable and I just wanted to be away from it. Stuff like that makes me really sad. Just thinking about what it takes mentally and emotionally to CARE ENOUGH to figure out people’s crazy buttons means precious, precious time taken from working on your own damn self. And there’s not a person alive who doesn’t need to do that. Women are particularly adept at this little game of projection. I remember I used to work with a guy who told me that he had been seeing a girl he really liked — a nice girl, he called her — while also seeing a girl who was (and I can attest to this from personal experience) not so much nice as clever, manipulative, and willing to pull out the devil horns to get what she wanted. And, this old friend of mine said, she had done just that to run the “nice” girl off. My friend — who, as far as I can tell, is still with Girl #2, spoke with a sadness about that. But, presumably, was incapable of stopping it. What I think he was omitting because he found himself unable to admit it is that he LIKED the cruelty. I’m not sure what that says about him, but I think I know what it says about his future. Or at the very least his present. But people are into all kinds of things that aren’t particularly “good” for them (or, who are we kidding, the world, because propping up bitches [or dudes] who be crazy is really not cool for any of us). Anyway, back to the original point: I’ve generally wanted to be away from this kind of thing. I’ve never found a compelling reason to stay. It just gets incredibly predictable and boring after a while and it’s annoying to be asked to play a game so markedly inferior to the one you are built to play. But sometimes I think it might be worth it to just stick around and see what happens the next time (this time). Just to switch things up. You know, for fun. I honestly have never done that before. So maybe it’s time to try something new…

Okay, most important information: I found my gown in red, but only in a size smaller than I would have thought I needed. It came yesterday. And, not only did it fit, it was slightly TOO BIG. Thank you Maurice…

And, speaking of dance, this is one of the sickest hip-hop routines I have ever seen. It just turns me on. Not gonna lie.

Okay, politics. All my links from last week are really no longer relevant — well, they are, but I’m bored with the stories but a few of them. So I’ll give those to you below. But first, a conversation I had recently where someone (an Obama supporter) suggested that not all Obama voters are “brain-dead.” He was very offended that I couldn’t make heads or tails of the cognitive dissonance. It reminded me very much of another boy I used to know who, as a Bush supporter, was concerned that he was voting the same way as a “lot of really stupid people.” Man, it must be incredibly hard to be so shallow that you care about this kind of thing (“Does that make me like the Bush ignorant redneck/Obama person who isn’t insured through work? Oh noes…” instead of what you think about policy. It was just a weird moment of deja vu. Anyway, stuff from the political realm…

The big boss posted this recently.
It freaked me out because he was absolutely correct pre-election that the state polls were going to bear out accurately. So his judgment is sound. And if he thinks this is worth posting, it may be okay to consider it very likely the way things will shake out over the next few years. *Gulp* Because look, this is happening. As is this.

But what’s great is the fact that — because the First Amendment is still the law of the land — we have things like this to counter. And this. And most definitely this:

On the free speech issue, I also come back to this. Especially when — as happened recently — I’m told that I can’t share ideas that, for the most part, aren’t the already approved and acceptable ones. Sigh. Siiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhhh….

[and on a related note, The Coach sent this to me last week and it fits here…]

Alright, true diversions:

This is a smart dude. And maybe mostly for the reasons you never knew about.

I want to see this so badly but it is already sold out (which is really great given Mamet’s general tendency to not deal in bullshit). Stubhub is about to be stalked.

We get pretty cocky in the SEC — oh, by the way THE DAWGS play Alabama Saturday for the SEC Championship and, if we win, we go to the BCS National Championship game against a team I love, Notre Dame. But, if we play you Irish, I hope you bleed all over the field. — so it’s good to keep it real and not get ahead of yourself…

Speaking of my beloved South, these are my people and this makes a lot of sense.

Want. So bad…

For the boys you love. Old Spice is so great. I still love the way it smells, cheap or not.

Next on the list. Good for the winter months while you’re hibernating…

Finally, your music. Paste always gives me much to explore. And that’s wonderful. I’d like to dance to this. And I’m currently loving this song. Pops, this one’s for you. I cried the first time I heard it…

Read Full Post »

Happy Thanksgiving my lovelies. I miss all of you who live in my heart. You know who you are. One day, when the road is clear, we will share a hug and swap some love. I look forward to it.

Also for the holiday, look at what my pen-pal sent. His mom had a hard time giving it away…

So my brother John says I was a whole lot cooler — more laid back — when I was younger. Well, that may have something to do with the kind of, um, recreation I was into when I was in college but I also think that I’ve had to get a hell of a lot harder. I’ve been sweet and sensitive my whole life and it’s gotten me a lot of sorrow. So, I’ve done what my father has always suggested: I’ve thickened my skin. I thought this was a good thing? My family wants me to be the quick-to-cry kid I always was but also the tough-as-nails baller I am today. Help me figure out that middle ground because apparently it’s elusive…

So I had about a million political things to post — thoughts and links — but I’m cutting them out and saving them for next week because I’m tired. I just want to make my fixin’s for tomorrow, drive out to Dumfries and enjoy my family, hang with Ash Saturday, maybe watch UGA beat Tech, and forget about the ugliness that comes with games of popularity and ethical negotiation. I swear to God if I meet a man that demands I do this on the weekends — EVERY week — I will marry him. But also because of this. Very astute observations here.

It’s more just that you can’t see the face, the other human being, on the other side of an internet nastygram, and that encourages all sorts of asocial behavior. Human beings have built-in empathy receptors keyed to the faces of other human beings. We lay off each other, in real life, because we don’t like to see each other hurt. We don’t like the sight of tears.

The internet doesn’t have anything like that. There is no brake pedal in an internet dispute, as there would be in a real-life one. In real life, seeing someone mortified and hurt would make us stop pretty darned quickly.

So, I like the non-political threads for that aspect– because, in a way, you get to see someone’s humanity. Maybe empathy is just one shared recipe away.

Okay, other non-political things. I swear: I’ve just moved 10 links to another saved draft. Because we all need a break…

Dance. I can move like this. I just need to find a class that will let me…

Cool! I use my mittens that double as fingerless hobo gloves but these are intriguing…

I think I found my Christmas charity.

How I feel every time I go to the sports bar up the street and work on my laptop. Because sports bars are not conducive to coloring. (h/t George)

Aaron Rodgers is hot. That’s all I’m saying.

Thank you Zac.

So, so, so beautiful. The music/number relationship actually excites me. I know that’s weird…

Finally, not sure why but I woke up with song in my head. At least Popper turned his cynicism into something beautiful. I need to learn that skill. This is for all you folks traveling to see your loved ones. Because it does.

Speaking of beautiful, a friend of mine pointed me to Fiona Apple’s FB page (because I’m a ridiculous fan) and check out what the lady posted the other day. I cried a good one. Miss you Stella.

It’s 6pm on Friday,and I’m writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet.
I am writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here’s the thing.
I have a dog Janet, and she’s been ill for almost two years now,
as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She’s almost 14 years old now.I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then ,an adult officially – and she was my child.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She’s almost 14 and I’ve never seen her start a fight ,or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She’s a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact.
We’ve lived in numerous houses, and jumped a few make shift families, but it’s always really been the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she’s used to me being gone for a few weeks every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison’s Disease, which makes it dangerous for her to travel since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and to excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all of this, she’s effortlessly joyful and playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago.
She’s my best friend and my mother and my daughter, my benefactor, and she’s the one who taught me what love is.
I can’t come to South America. Not now.
When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn’t even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she’s not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That’s why they are so much more present than people.
But I know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog, and instead, be part of everything. She’ll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can’t leave her now, please understand.
If I go away again, I’m afraid she’ll die and I won’t have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes to pick which socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us.
I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love and friendship.
I am the woman who stays home and bakes Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend.
And helps her be comfortable, and comforted, and safe, and important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life, that keeps us feeling terrified and alone.
I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time.
I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I’ve ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel.
And I am asking for your blessing.

I’ll be seeing you.
Love, Fiona

Read Full Post »

Hello all my friends and friends of friends. Let me apologize in advance for anything negative here just before a family holiday. My hope is that my little hurt heart doesn’t turn you all around to some other nonsense, rambling page, or make you sad when you should be thrilled to get back with the people who know you best, because my pathos will be over soon. It’s just that…I’m not going to Georgia for Thanksgiving. And this makes maybe the 2nd time I haven’t gone home for this holiday. I mean, it makes all kinds of sense: I do need to some QT with the Maryland family and it will make my mother happy (these are her people), and it will be cheaper than two trips down in the space of a month since I’ll be down at Christmas…but…I miss my home. Now, I know by admitting that I open a door to all the real jerks I know to throw their own plans in my face (see how cynical I’ve become? This is what happens when you give too much access to your heart and mind to people who are kind of dead inside. They try to make you into a zombie, too; never trusting, never believing…) but I suppose I have suffered — and survived — those slings and arrows so fire away. I’ll just enjoy my cousin and Aunt and Uncle and be that much more excited to head South come late December. And I’ll be avoiding the zombies who want to eat my brain…

I did get to hang out yesterday in Annapolis with my brother John, sis-in-law Sharon, and cousin Ginna Michelle. That was a good time. Annapolis reminds me of a higher end Athens, Ga. on the water. Here’s a few images. Operation puppy plan continues…

So this is like 1/16th of my entire family. “Clan” is not an unfair assessment. You see why I miss them. It’s like my tribe and I’ve been on the hunt for too long without rest…

Look at that face! The time is drawing near…

Bomb.

Tebowing or thinking…? Annapolis is pretty though.

I came about 3 seconds from buying this and just surreptitiously leaving it in the bathroom at work. Or carrying it around for my friends when we’re out just to elicit spontaneous hilarity.

Diversions:

Proud of Georgia here. Saxby Chambliss sounds like my dad. He has the same accent. Also, the same tenacity. Because even if the press manages to not cover this till it dies, Ed is right at the end: why the hell was this consulate allowed to remain open?

A few other links on this same topic. Crowder might make you a bit uncomfortable but he’s right here. And I will never understand why people get so mad at Israel and insist they’ve stolen land or something. It’s patently ridiculous. And it is true: if you support the regimes currently opposed to Israel you are supporting some pretty indefensible stuff. You know that, right?

Also, there’s this. I think this kind of thing factors into other concerns over internet regulation. I would hate for this kind of thing to be used as justification for peeping into private email accounts. But I suspect those arguments will be made.

Speaking of the internet and The Atlantic article I posted a few days ago about Obama’s tech geniuses, hired to make sure he got re-elected (another great article here on why we should maybe be a little wary of this kind of thing…), here’s a friend of mine from a year or so ago on why turning the internet into a utility is pretty, well, dumb.

My friend George offers a good explanation of why free speech and disclosure often run counter to each other…

Better late than never, I guess. The Distinguished Veteran has a good laugh at the stunning admission by WaPo that Obama’s economic recovery was a tad oversold. Which immediately put me in the mind of this:

This is just cool. Google wins me every time with this kind of stuff.

So hey did ya hear? I got into a spirited debate last year about a playoff game versus the BCS ranking system. And I have to say that the BCS worked this year. Perfectly.

This just made me laugh.

Excellent new song by Miss Apple. I feel this way all the time. Don’t bother me with feigned attempts at affection. Either go all in or keep moving.

Used to dance and dance for this lady. She’s a beast. So much talent…

Read Full Post »

Lyrical slam dance

Told ya Mama Sue was good people.

Man, my red dress may no longer be in stock. I’ve contacted the vendor. If I have to do charcoal, I will. But the red is just so gorgeous…Oh first world problems, you make me sad. Upside? I’m kind of a ginger so sometimes red’s a hard look for me. But that red has a blue base (rather than yellow) so it would have been marvelous…We’ll see if I can track it down somewhere…

So, I just have a few little things since I have to take my shoes down the block here shortly and have them cobbled. My favorite winter boots have holes in the soles (see what I did there? And they aren’t the only thing with a hole there. But I’m working on patching that up, too.) and I predict that I’ll want to wear them for the next several months so it’s time to have them patched up.

Anyway, my DAWGS are continuing — I hope — their streak tomorrow playing Georgia Southern. Ash and I have a brunch girl-date at Odeon first but then I suppose I’ll hit the Hill and watch the game assuming the kids are coming out to play. You never know. 1:30 pm on a Saturday is pretty early for some of these guys (heh). But we could be there. Come hang if you’re into it. The bartender Mike is good egg. He makes a nice Jack & Coke.


So, this looks pretty good.
I do so love a good zombie metaphor. And the kid from About a Boy grew up cute. That was unexpected.

Excellent.

This is a good read. I know guys (and girls) like these. Worked with a bunch of them back at UGA and it’s always struck me as indefinably odd that they are, for the most part, liberal Dems. Makes no sense to me. I wonder how these guys are emotionally negotiating the tech layoffs looming and the fact that the guy they helped get elected wants to turn the internet into a utility. Anyway, props to the Obama team for selling their “vision” to people that are idealistic enough to buy into it. It may be their undoing but I think they’ve been forewarned enough not to expect a whole bunch of sympathy.

Finally, my dance teacher is so fabulous. He choreographed our phrase to this song last night, a personal fave. Because the music is all over the place, we were all fighting to find a synchronous time but, toward the end of class, we were all almost in synch. And I just love thrashing around and actually dancing while doing it. Maurice, I dig you.

Keep it real this weekend folks. Seriously, keep it real. Because masks and costumes are only interesting at Mardi Gras.

Read Full Post »

The process

Hey boos. Just slowly winding down the week over here and looking forward to some dance class tonight. Which reminds me: Ali P. once again comes through with some dance, a video from one of The Pulse conventions. I went to the one in Atlanta several years ago — Ali P. was there, too! — and it was a good, good time. Have the sweatpants to prove it. It took me about three days before I could move properly again — my hip sockets felt like they had been popped out and then popped back in — but it was a great weekend. Looks like it’s coming to Boston in February. But no D.C. If it ever comes to the District, I’d be down for hitting it up…

My pops has this theory and I like it. We were talking about how people that seemingly get everything they want — but through questionable means — can still be angry and dissatisfied. He says he can’t explain it except that when you skip steps in a process — like hooking up or being with someone because the “group” chooses that for you (very popular with high school kids) instead of going through the process of falling in love; or electing a President who really didn’t earn his popularity but somehow manages to get elected based on some dubious promises, to use two examples (although the examples are infinite) you’ll find that whatever success you achieve will ultimately be dissatisfying. Because you skipped steps in the process. I’m still working it out but it makes sense to me…

Anyway, I wrote this earlier this morning and I thought I’d share it here since the alliance and understanding between these two religious groups seems to be affecting some world events at present. And some interesting things are happening as a result of that.

Thank you Jon Stewart for giving me things like this to talk about this morning. I had a really good conversation about faith and, as Jonah Goldberg puts it, the tyranny of cliches with a friend because of this. Here’s the thing: I know you say things like this from a place of self-deprecation. You’re not Bill Maher trying to shock and offend everyone and, put simply, be a dick. But when you spout off about something make sure you understand the basics before doing so because then this kind of thing gets perpetuated as something “smart” you’ve said (8 likes is too many). And it’s not. Because your opinion may be that it’s the height of arrogance but the religion is designed around the pondering of just these ideas. And I’m sure you didn’t mean to say that Christianity itself is arrogant, right? Or, did you? Because that’s a whole other conversation… (forgive my misspelling of your name. See how it perpetuates itself?)

Speaking of the behaviorally phallic, this is some kind of convention right here. Sorry boys but you kinda are what you act like.

Surprise! No doubt, if it happens, this will be blamed squarely on Boehner for not caving but I think he and Romney probably could have a struck a deal quicker than he and Obama. For a whole myriad of reasons that have nothing to do with Boehner or Conservatives’ desire to see a middle class tax hike. Sucks. But then, I voted for the other guy so I guess I don’t feel as bad about it as others. That is to say I’ve had time to process it because I KNEW ABOUT IT WHEN I VOTED. The Distinguished Veteran has a good post about this…

Okay, let’s talk about Obamacare now shall we? Why not! This is all the fun stuff that you voted for so here it is! Hooray! Also, here. And here. So, if you’re in the profession, maybe you tighten up now a bit? I know my sister is aware of these developments…

And, to wrap up the politics, I’m here today. I’ve seen this floating around and I finally read it. I hate to despair — but I have to admit, the schadenfreude is satisfying in a way… A bit:

But, consider this: A president of the United States just ran a reelection campaign based on the promise of government largess, exploitation of class division, the demonization of success, the glorification of identity politics, and the presumption that women are a helpless interest group; and he did so while steadfastly refusing to acknowledge the looming — potentially fatal — crisis that the country faces. And it worked.

And it worked because this is the mentality of a great many kids who voted for it. Those low-information voters can thank you all. I’ll be sure to point them in your direction.

Other things:

I think this is interesting. Ron Paul was just widely reported as having asked in his farewell speech to fight to make sure government keeps their greedy fingers off the internet to ensure propaganda doesn’t become the order of the day. But turning a profit is also a great incentive…

Okay now on to glamor, food, music, and comedy. Because these are my actual interests. I just work on this other stuff to be able to indulge these other interests. Don’t we all?

I just got a Living Social deal for this place in Georgetown. A friend took issue with the fact that their food isn’t good — and the yelp reviews are pretty bad — but my contention is 1) it just had a grand re-opening and has a new chef so why wouldn’t you spend $20 to try out a meal and a few cocktails and 2) it’s on the water, man. I’d pay $20 just to sit there and drink two beers…So, I have till March to go and co-worker is in. Adventure!

Speaking of work, we’ve decided to do a black-tie thing for our Christmas party and, because I don’t have a gown that still fits, I found two, rather inexpensive dresses (seriously, these are both shockingly reasonable) but I’m not sure which one to get. It’s between this:

and this:

The jeweled bodice is so beautiful in the latter, but the former is just amazing. I love the way it drapes. It’s also significantly lower in cost and comes in charcoal and navy…Would love some suggestions if you know me and see me any time soon…

So, I’m making this this weekend to try it out so I can take it home to the folks at Christmas to get them tipsy and watch The Trouble with the Curve.

What!!! Another Christmas cookie!
I’m going to be ordering a set of these immediately. There’s a shortbread recipe of my Grandma’s that would be perfect!

Finally, I do think I’ll make a batch of this and take it to the cousin’s. I’m sure it will keep well and it just looks tasty. Nothing like a good pecan…

Another Christmas gift idea. Love it. I’ll make it for me first to see if it’s worth the effort. Much to do this weekend… Speaking of, does anyone know a good place to eat and kick around in Annapolis? I need suggestions…

I would add Bowfinger to this list.

Forgive the re-post of this link but movie looks like it’s one I will eventually own and I wanted to celebrate this song again because it’s bad ass. I could be wrong but I think I want to read the book first…

The Coach just sent me a link and told me that South Park was making fun of the Occupy nonsense like 7 years ago. Brilliant. “You mean like a baker and a cop?”

Sometimes I listen to the Monkees to feel better about things. This song sounded particularly awesome this morning.

Read Full Post »

Perfect. H/T Reason Magazine.

I had a conversation recently with a few guys I know where I think I said something along the line of “You know, women don’t really like the jealousy game. I suppose it’s effective, but we don’t really like it.” And one of my friends said, “We’re not interested in what you like. We’re interested in what works.”

Sigh.

My friend was kidding but it occurs to me that I have spent almost my entire life avoiding men who try to make me crazy with jealousy. I don’t think it leads to very good relationships. I know that from both experience and observation. It turns people into desperate shells of humanity, always looking over their shoulders; and I can’t even tell you what it does to children. But I think that it’s true that a great many people do play this little game because it “works.” What it works toward has always been my question and concern, but I suppose it keeps things interesting. Like a constant competition. If you’re into that kind of thing…

On to other stuff and things.

So, because post-election there have been many calls to either modernize or get even more reticent re: conservative values (depending on who’s talking, arguments here and here representing both sides. Many thanks to Allahpundit for corralling all this stuff…), I’ve been interested in pieces like this because it takes the principles of someone I admire very much and uses them to promote the idea that if the GOP wants to be moral, they’ll understand that this election was about ‘fairness’. A bit:

C.S. Lewis begins his classic Mere Christianity by listing phrases we’ve all heard or said: “How’d you like it if someone did the same to you” – “That’s my seat, I was here first” – “Leave him alone, he isn’t doing you any harm” – “Why should you shove in first.” He notes that a child’s first introduction to immorality is when someone cuts in front of him in the school lunch line. The response is instinctual: “That’s not fair.” All moral codes, Lewis says, begin with that one reaction: “That’s not fair.”

The Republican Party can appeal to “Judeo-Christian values” as long as the sun shines and their voices hold out. But they’ve abandoned the most basic moral value of all: fairness.

This isn’t a crazy thought. But, having read Mere Christianity myself, I can report that Lewis also understood that life is not fair and attempts to try to force fairness by being a government run by busybodies interested in making us eat our Brussel sprouts doesn’t really help. I came across this gentleman’s blog and I like it, particularly this post. A bit:

One may now feel justified in defaulting on a contract simply because, in his judgement, the other person or entity is rich and doesn’t really need the money. This mindset, when predominate, does not foster a robust economy.

Consequently this mindset shift has increasingly hindered economic activity over time because such activity is based on millions of transactions. Contracts are signed. Trust is placed in others. It is agreed that if you do this then I will do that. As trust erodes so does the ability for the life blood of an economy, commerce, to happen freely. Rather contracts are broken, defaults abound and lawyers celebrate. In the end the economy suffers, and so do the people.

Unfortunately for us all the drag that immorality places on commerce doesn’t stop with the participants. The immorality of corruption leaches upward from an immoral society into governing authorities.

So you see if you’re say, Elizabeth Warren and you scream and cry about immoral practices that led to the housing bubble while flipping houses yourself to make a profit, that’s an example of how morality affects economics. And if you don’t understand that like this guy here:

In Massachusetts, Elizabeth Warren, the single most knowledgeable and effective exponent of consumer protection from financial industry scams, soundly beat Sen. Scott Brown, a champion of financial deregulation.

I’m not sure you understand what “fair” actually means. It seems silly to have to say this again because I thought people had finally understood but equality of opportunity trumps equality of outcome. Think about it. You’ll get there someday. but you have to think.

Anyway, I’m pretty much here at the moment. But I change all the time…not in fundamentals. Just in strategy…whatever that means. A bit:

And though I have my anxieties about the president’s next term, I also have a hunch the GOP dodged a bullet with Mr. Romney’s loss.

It dodged a bullet because a Romney victory would have obscured deeper trends in American politics the GOP must take into account. A Romney administration would also have been politically cautious and ideologically defensive in a way that rarely serves the party well.

Finally, the GOP dodged ownership of the second great recession, which will inevitably hit when the Federal Reserve can no longer float the economy in pools of free money. When that happens, Barack Obama won’t have George W. Bush to kick around.

So get a grip, Republicans: Our republican experiment in self-government didn’t die last week. But a useful message has been sent to a party that spent too much of the past four years listening intently to echoes of itself. Change the channel for a little while.

Other things:

I think I’m hanging with the cousins in Virginia for Tgiving. Shopping was floated so that sounds fun. And I think cousin Ginna Michelle is going to come with me to Annapolis this weekend to see the Bro. Good stuff. So, here’s how I’m preparing for Thanksgiving.

Seriously, knock off the echo chamber talk. All it’s going to do is embolden even better reporting from these outlets. Wait…never mind. Keep it up. But while you’re at it, check yourself.

Freaked me out man.

What it’s being used for should tell us something. Many things in fact. You don’t put resources toward things that don’t yield a return on that investment. But you kids knew that, right?

Math. I’d love for someone to crunch the probability numbers that there wasn’t even a single error…

So, campaign contributions by smartphone AND voting by smartphones could present a problem…

Do you like it? I think I kinda do. It’s good driving music.

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »