Jon Hanke has compiled Celsius 250 (The temperature at which fat burns). It tells some of the disconcerting things about Michael Moore and the making of Fahrenheit 911 that the media don't want you to know about. Check it out, and I'll try to stop with the Michael Moore stuff. I'll try.

Via Jeff G.

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Frank J has a thing or two to say about Moore Mountain and its egregious movie.

Via Laurence.

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Photon Courier discusses the parallels between the isolationists during WWII and present-day anti-war activists. It starts with anti-Semitism, and expands out from there.

Scroll down to "Into the Abyss" (he's a BlogSpotter).

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Michele has a roundup of Iraqi reactions to the transfer of power.

(Yeah. It isn't a real handover until we leave, blah blah blah.

See Japan, Germany. South Korea. Do your homework, then come back and blather at me.)

Via Jeff G.

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James Lileks hits it out of the park:

The other day a young girl came to the door to solicit my support for her presidential candidate. I asked her why I should vote for this man. She was very nice and earnest, but if you got her off the talking points she was utterly unprepared to argue anything, because she didnÂ’t know what she was talking about. She had bullet points, and she believed that any reasonable person would see the importance of these issues and naturally fall in line. But she could not support any of her assertions. Her final selling point: Kerry would roll back the tax cuts.

Then came the Parable of the Stairs, of course. My tiresome, shopworn, oft-told tale, a piece of unsupportable meaningless anecdotal drivel about how I turned my tax cut into a nice staircase that replaced a crumbling eyesore, hired a few people and injected money far and wide - from the guys who demolished the old stairs, the guys who built the new one, the family firm that sold the stone, the other firm that rented the Bobcats, the entrepreneur who fabricated the railings in his garage, and the guy who did the landscaping. Also the company that sold him the plants. And the light fixtures. It’s called economic activity. What’s more, home improvements added to the value of this pile, which mean that my assessment would increase, bumping up my property taxes. To say nothing of the general beautification of the neighborhood. Next year, if my taxes didn’t shoot up, I had another project planned. Raise my taxes, and it won’t happen – I won’t hire anyone, and they won’t hire anyone, rent anything, buy anything. You see?

“Well, it’s a philosophical difference,” she sniffed. She had pegged me as a form of life last seen clilcking the leash off a dog at Abu Ghraib. “I think the money should have gone straight to those people instead of trickling down.” Those last two words were said with an edge.

“But then I wouldn’t have hired them,” I said. “I wouldn’t have new steps. And they wouldn’t have done anything to get the money.”

“Well, what did you do?” she snapped.

“What do you mean?”

“Why should the government have given you the money in the first place?”

“They didn’t give it to me. They just took less of my money.”

That was the last straw. Now she was angry. And the truth came out:

“Well, why is it your money? I think it should be their money.”

Then she left.

And walked down the stairs. I let her go without charging a toll. ItÂ’s the philanthropist in me.

Hat tip: James.

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The Chaos Overlord just perpetrated a hilarious interview with Jeff Goldstein.

Even if you've heard of neither of these guys, you must go read it now.

(Your eyes are getting heavy. Your mouse hand is moving. You are clicking the link . . .)

I only wish the issue of Jeff's facial hair--or lack thereof--had been addressed. CO played footsie with the secondary sartorial issue (tux vs. tie-dye). But he didn't ask which picture (the cute one, or the cuter one) looked more like Jeff.

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I came back from a nice day with my best guy friend in Tijuana to find out that I did not get the job in Pasadena I'd been interviewing for.

Moments of frustration come and go, but I continue to move forward. I suspect that the process of looking into this possibility somehow brought me closer to my next vocational way station, but I'm not certain how.

What I do know now is that emotions are only emotions, and not facts. The world whizzes by, and if you don't like the view at any particular moment, don't get off the bus at that stop.

I know I love my husband, and that I'm damned lucky to have him.

I know that I respect people who are willing to take risks.

I know I have a wicked temper whose malevolent force is ultimately directed at myself.

I know I sharpened my negotiating skills today, and that will come in handy when I buy the next Attila-mobile. Today it got me a great deal on a new summer purse.

I know I like Punch cigars, and have a few more of them to smoke.

I know someday I have to learn to make homemade tamales.

I know I will start meditating this week.

I know what I know.

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Scott Boyles of USA Today accidentally lets a few nuggets of truth slip into a story about Michael Moore's latest piece-of-crap movie.

Via Jeff Goldstein, who's been a very bad boy and should probably be spanked.

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At the risk of sounding like Outside the Beltway is my primary link with the world (which is actually true, but sounds awful, so baldly stated), I'm going to link James in two posts in a row.

Because he found this gem in Slate: the PowerPoint version of Bill Clinton's new book.

Think of all the time I'm saving you. Nine-hundred fifty-seven pages worth.

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James is responsible for my most delicious link of the week, to David Brooks, writing in The New York Times about Michael Moore:

In years past, American liberals have had to settle for intellectual and moral leadership from the likes of John Dewey, Reinhold Niebuhr and Martin Luther King Jr. But now, a grander beacon has appeared on the mountaintop, and from sea to shining sea, tens of thousands have joined in the adulation.

So it is worth taking a moment to study the metaphysics of Michael Moore. For Moore is not only a filmmaker; he is a man of ideas, and his work is based on an actual worldview.

Like Hemingway, Moore does his boldest thinking while abroad. For example, it was during an interview with the British paper The Mirror that Moore unfurled what is perhaps the central insight of his oeuvre, that Americans are kind of crappy.

Read the whole thing. Right now. You can thank me later.

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a quiz whose "go" button is labeled "Loon me up!" I cannot, of course.

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

And here I thought I was only somewhat insane. More like severely eccentric than a person who needs to be locked up. Oh, well.

Maybe my husband and I can play the "Psychiatrist and Patient" game. "Oh, doctor. Cure me. [breathlessly] Cure me now." That's hours of clean fun right there.

Hat tip: Reverend Pixy.

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I had my second interview today at the Financial Research Company where I've applied to work as an Executive Asst./Research Asst./Glorified and Glorious Gal Friday. Nothing on my resume looks like I'm suited to this job, but I am. And I suspect that the hiring managers recognized this. We'll see. They say I'll know within two weeks; I'm hoping it's a little less time than that.

If I get the gig, I will have to live fully in every Buddhist moment that I am there—no more absent-minded professor-type behavior. At least not in the office. I wouldn't have been capable of that kind of focus, especially in a support job, in the past. But life prepares one to see opportunities when they do show up. I'd be working with two of the smartest, gentlest, nicest men on Planet Earth, and it would be a blast.

I did ask for enough money that I would not be distracted by financial worries and could really throw myself into learning what needs to be done and how to do it. Every indication is that if I do get the job, I'll also get the compensation I asked for.

So now I wait. And catch up on housework, in case my hunch is correct.

Here's the deal, Boys and Girls: life is sweet. And short. We need to get on with the business of living it. Whether or not I get this particular job it's time to reach out for all the juicy ripe fruit that's within reach.

And eat it. Not slow, not fast. With the juice dripping down my chin.

In light of all this, I'm thinking about getting a convertible as my next car.

Happy summer to you all.

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. . . that illuminates my entire blog, I'd like to remind my readers that I have a birthday coming up (the big 42). Check out the sidebar for my Amazon wish list. (And, yes—there's a whole separate list under my real name, if you happen to know it: first maiden last. So even more gift ideas there.)

Gosh. I'm going to hate myself in the morning. Of course, it's just after noon on Thursday, so that's a while off—unless I'm up late tonight. (Not bloody likely: I have a big interview early tomorrow morning, so I'll be in bed before midnight if I have to take 50 Ambiens to accomplish it.)

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And now, the Lefterator will help you clarify your thoughts. Or muddy them.

Let us never forget that the Pax Americana of the future brings forth this calamity brought to us by a horrific onslaught, known as Shock and Awe. So far, the American state, with its unelected president, venal Supreme Court, silent Congress, gutted Bill of Rights and compliant media belies justifications given by the world's leading apologists for the final subjugation of the Middle East, beginning with the $90bn invasion of Iraq. For one thing, the 15-minute speech delivered Monday night by President Bush leads our attention to the essential Western imperial interests. As Norman Mailer pointed out, the pro-Sharon neoconservative cabal brings about the theocrat Ashcroft's suspension of our civil rights.

It'll give you as much of that as you can stand.

Via Michele.

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. . . Not reading Jeff Goldstein. Go. Now.

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. . . will be light to nonexistent for the rest of the week, as I follow up on an intriguing job lead.

Details later. Meantime, check out my blogroll.

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Michael Moore has, apparently, retained some lawyers and threatened to sue anyone who impugns his (cough, cough) good name. Of course, this amounts to freedom of speech for those who have access to Hollywood money—and no one else—but we'll let that go by for now.

In the meantime, I'd like to point out that Team Moore will be very busy if it tries to file suit against every thoughtful blogger out there. I therefore propose an essay question: "Is Moore more stupid, or more evil?"

Hitch appears to be leaning toward stupid, but I'm not so sure myself. I'm thinking evil; I rather suspect this man knows exactly what he's doing, and that he's more the champion of his own bank balance than any working person.

The only way the Academy could possibly redeem itself for the Bowling in Columbine fiasco is to nominate this film in the fiction category—the only appropriate category for any of Moore's work.

UPDATE: Ray Bradbury is pissed. And I'm not sure I blame him, though there's nothing to be done about it.

Michel Moore should be more careful: after all, there are good filmmakers out there, and cleverer writers. The parodies of Bowling for Columbine and Fahrenheit 9/11 may well be exquisite. Of course, some things parody themselves.

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1 In case you missed this, go to: http://slate.msn.com/id/2102723/ Christopher Hitchens takes on Moore. Hitchens is always Hitchens. I was disgusted about some of the things he said about Reagan but he is a brilliant writer and commentator, and has Moore pegged perfectly. This column is over 4,000 words but is worth reading.

Posted by: Jerry Lee at June 22, 2004 01:31 PM (8fKFW)

2 Yup, it's good, and was actually the jumping-off point for my (typically) long-winded post. The word "Hitch" (his blogosphere nickname, presumably from Andrew Sullivan) links that same piece. Thanks for stopping by, Jerry.

Posted by: Attila Girl at June 23, 2004 01:22 AM (LcVoH)

3 I was bored, and have been looking for factual material for an anti-Michael Moore disertation (ok..a long, book sized rant *grins*) and thought of something. So, being a lover of Free Speach, I figured I'd point out that.... ..an anagram of "Michael Moore" is.... ..wait for it.... *grin*... "Liar Come Home" Just something for you to snicker at.

Posted by: Jon at July 04, 2004 06:29 AM (rg8tR)

4 As a liberal, I gotta say, I'm tired of Michael Moore. These days, it seems like you have to be a fan of Moore to have any liberal cred. I don't need Moore to tell me why George Jr. sucks ass. And it gives conservatives such an easy out. Let's all attack Michael Moore, so we don't have to talk about the latest embarassment from the Whitehouse. "Because it says so in the Bible" has been replaced by, "because your a liberal and Michael Moore's a liberal."

Posted by: Adam at July 08, 2004 09:32 PM (tfidl)

5 I've never said that to anyone. In fact, I'd like to see more people denounce him, but the voices are few and far between. Remember all those people who wrote books or made videos about Bill Clinton, during his administration? The looney ones: Bill was a cocaine trafficker. He killled Vince Foster. He killed those black kids by the railroad tracks. No one paid these theories any attention. Yet Michael Moore comes out with some idiotic conspiracies that are just as outrageous, and Hollywood showers him with laurels (by appearing at the premiere of the film, and speaking out in favor of it). He makes the cover of Time magazine. For a liberal to fail to distance himself from Michael Moore is analogous to a Muslim failing to distance himself from al Qaeda: I will take a jaundiced view of anything else they say, because they are buying into the intellectual equivalent of cotton candy.

Posted by: Attila Girl at July 09, 2004 11:19 PM (LcVoH)

6 Yes...good old Michael Moore... advertisements for his movie after July 30th might fall under Campaign Reform Laws and might be pulled from airing..What does good old Mikey do? Whine that this infr5inges on his freedom of speach...and in related news, Michael Moore has publicly stated that anyone who criticizes (flames) him will get sued. Say wha? Why for some odd reason am I reminded of "Animal Farm" when I see a picture of Michael Moore?

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Michele's teenage daughter has her own blog. Hilarity ensues.

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The argument in favor of mowing down Muslims who are not willing to reform their faith so it resembles a "religion of peace." An argument made with some passion—but one we all need to read. Because it states a few uncomfortable truths.

Via Jeff Goldstein.

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Attila the Hub and I saw the latest Harry Potter film today. We enjoyed it, but the Azkaban story was the first book that spun out of control (depending on your point of view) in terms of length, so the amount of material that had to come out of the book in order to bring the movie in at under five hours was noticeable. I will have this problem with the next two films, for sure--and probably all of them in the future: there's no way they will be able to include all the sub-plots. This is what Rowling gets for writing the Nineteenth-Century Russian Novels of Children's literature.

A lot has been written about the "dark, gritty" quality of the movie. It's true: both literally and figuratively this installment is darker than the first two. It was like watching a child's first horror movie at moments, it was so gothic in feel (yet modern-scary, too, with a lot of fast cuts meant to startle the audience; thank you, M. Night Shymalan). And striking this dark note might be a good warning for parents: after all, Movie Number Four (Goblet of Fire) will begin the Significant Present-Day Casualties. It could be that the filmmakers were letting us know: "The party's over. Don't take your youngest kids to these films any more."

Still. Why do that before you have to? So much charm, wit and humor was stripped out of the story that it made it hard to indulge the director in a lot of the "extras" that made it in. ("You cut out my favorite parts, but want me to hang with a long ride over a lake on a Hippogrif? I'll have to think about that one." I didn't think long, because that is one of the best visual scenes in the movie, and foreshadowed the importance of the lake in the coming plot twists. But, still.)

Some things were done right. Showing the kids in contemporary street clothes was absolutely correct: this story is set in present-day Britain, though Hogwarts is as old as a lot of European castles and contains ancient wizard traditions within its walls. I was also okay with the kids getting visibly older. After all, so do the characters: by a year or so per story [/snarkiness]. (Though I didn't have any of the same "ohmigod I'm a pedophile" moments that I experienced with the Chamber of Secrets. The camera didn't linger on Daniel Radcliffe's face in the same way, so one only noted in passing that he's developing into a fine-looking young man, as opposed to being struck over and over that This Kid Will Be a Serious Heartbreaker in About Five Years.)

And then there is the genuinely lovely symbolism: We continually see Harry and his friends against the backdrop of a building-sized clock, with a pendulum that sweeps along the main hall, hovering just over their heads in a swing that encompasses thirty feet or so. This is (obviously) a hint that time will be one of the adversaries in this story. And as the movie opens we see only darkness until we zoom in on Harry, reading by the light of his wand, which he's using as a flashlight, muttering the spell that makes it emit light over and over: the framing of the scene shows Harry's importance as a leader in (and savior of) the wizard world—and the lumos spell foreshadows the importance of his Patronus to the plot.

Still, I'd be happier if more of the charm and humor of the original had been left in. For instance, The Knight Bus was a lovely chapter in the first book, but becomes ugly and frightening in the movie.

Also, some elements were downplayed that will only have to be addressed in the next book, most notably the tension between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic.

And then there are my smaller quibbles: we are cheated out of a second view of the white stag, and its significance is never explained. And most fans are pretty unhappy that we never learn the origin of the Marauder's Map. I'm not sure Cuaron and Columbus would have done better by giving us more historical background, though: as it was there was some "talky" explanation that bogged things down a bit, as my husband remarked. No easy answers, here.

I think it's about time for me to re-read all the existing ones, and check on the release date for book Number Six.

I liked this the least of the existing three movies, but I recognize that at this point I'm always going to have an argument with the plot-trimming that will simply have to be done.

Nostalgia ain't, as they say, what it used to be.

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