March 21, 2008

And on Good Friday, No Less!

Belle should be ashamed of herself for peddling this kind of trash.

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Aha! The April Atlantic Is Here.

And it's a "Word Court" month. So it's off to bed with a magazine. A little reading, a little napping, the husband off at the gym . . . and Wilderness were Paradise enow.

I believe that's the literary chick's way of saying . . . I'll be in my bunk.

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"Two Schools of Thought on That."

Obama's "race relations" speech, that is. Krauthammer in WaPo:

Obama was supposed to be new. He flatters himself as a man of the future transcending the anger of the past as represented by his beloved pastor. Obama then waxes rhapsodic about the hope brought by the new consciousness of the young people in his campaign. Then answer this, Senator: If Wright is a man of the past, why would you expose your children to his vitriolic divisiveness? This is a man who curses America and who proclaimed moral satisfaction in the deaths of 3,000 innocents at a time when their bodies were still being sought at Ground Zero. It is not just the older congregants who stand and cheer and roar in wild approval of Wright's rants, but young people as well. Why did you give $22,500 just two years ago to a church run by a man of the past who infects the younger generation with precisely the racial attitudes and animus you say you have come unto us to transcend?

Noonan, WSJ:

The Obamas, he and she, may not actually know all that much about America. They are bright, accomplished, decent, they know all about the yuppie experience, the buppie experience, Ivy League ways, networking. But they bring along with all this -- perhaps defensively, to keep their ideological views from being refuted by the evidence of their own lives, or so as not to be embarrassed about how nice fame, success, and power are -- habitual reversions to how tough it is to be in America, and to be black in America, and how everyone since the Reagan days has been dying of nothing to eat, and of exploding untreated diseases. America is always coming to them on crutches.

But most people didn't experience the past 25 years that way. Because it wasn't that way. Do the Obamas know it?

This is a lot of baggage to bring into the Executive Mansion.

Still, it was a good speech, and a serious one. I don't know if it will help him. We're in uncharted territory. We've never had a major-party presidential front-runner who is black, or rather black and white, who has given such an address. We don't know if more voters will be alienated by Mr. Wright than will be impressed by the speech about Mr. Wright. We don't know if voters will welcome a meditation on race. My sense: The speech will be labeled by history as the speech that saved a candidacy or the speech that helped do it in. I hope the former.

Is that because she loves to hear Faulkner quoted, and loves it when a speech is given in "paragraphs" rather than sound-bites, or is it because she so loathes the candidacy of Hillary Clinton?

I respect Noonan, though—and if I can steal some time away from houseselling/househunting, I'll re-read the Obama speech.

That's a big "if," of course . . .

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Okay. Sometimes These Are Good.

And I did like this one:

Humorous Pictures
see more crazy cat pics

Sosumi.

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Can't the Democrats All Just

. . . get along?

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I'm Glad There's a Trigger on those Records.

But it's not like the candidates' teams had access to FBI files.

Well, not most of 'em, anyway . . .

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March 20, 2008

Light Blogging Will Continue Through Monday.

I might talk my part-time co-bloggers into throwing some posts up over the next few days, but it'll definitely be a bit sparse around here until the first showing of the house—the real estate agents' "caravan" on Tuesday.

That would be this Tuesday. There was a lot of spirited discussion around here about whether perhaps next Tuesday ("Tuesday week," for the Brits) would have been better. But I lost on that one, didn't I?

Off to bed, soon: the photographer is coming by tomorrow to take pictures of our house's bitchin' features.

Plan A: I'll get up at 5:00 a.m., and have all the rooms cleared of extraneous books and boxes by 10:00, when she's due to arrive. Then I'll spend the rest of the day repotting plants/arranging accessories for the "staging" (or "set dressing," as A the H refers to it).

Plan B: As the photographer composes each shot, I'll scurry around and de-clutter within the exact field of view she needs to get the picture. Then I'll frantically re-shuffle everything for the next shot.

After she leaves I'll crawl under the bed and cry.

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Stage Fright--Again!

A Hawkins-lanche! And me in my bathrobe; thanks, John.

If you didn't reach me via Right Wing News, check out Hawkins' terrific roundup of bad dancing. I'll bet I could beat 'em all: I'm terribly uncoordinated. Unless I'm driving, of course.

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It's So Good to Know

. . . there's still a little magic in the air; I'll weave my spell say farewell.

(With hearty apologies to Queen, the band that transcended prog-rock.)

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Blogging 101

. . . from The New York Times.

They forgot: "periodically threaten to post pictures of your breasts."


Whaaaaaaaat?

(Via Memeorandum.)

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March 19, 2008

Rumor Has It . . .

that we were actually at war with our good friends the Germans in the mid-20th Century. Anyone know for sure?

But if that were the case, we couldn't be allies with them now. Very confusing.

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Death Comes in the End.

Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

Via Dan Collins at Protein Wisdom

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Sean Hackbarth is . . .

evil.

But, you know—funny. And that makes up for a multitude of sins.

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Just in Time for Some Real Traffic!

Light blogging for the rest of the day; we're putting the house on the market this weekend, and the cleaning woman will be here tomorrow morning. It's been delicately suggested to me that she may want to mop the floors when she gets here, and that it might be best, therefore, if the floors weren't covered in boxes of books.

So, sometimes one has to do what one has to do in order to avoid the whole "spousal homicide" dealio—'cause it could be a bummer, whether I'm on the receiving end or not.


Open thread! Subject for discussion: is light cracking along a stucco wall a serious sign of earthquake damage, or merely a reflection of light shifting that might occur in a building over a process of years? How would one know the difference? And what if the wall were made of concrete?

(Do I know my readers, or not?)

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Holy Crap.

Dan Collins remarks on some juicy, jaw-dropping quotations from The Greenwald Gang (aren't they triplets? quadruplets? quintuplets? I don't know, frankly, how many of 'em there are).

Bottom line: some people actually bought the Obama speech. Like, really.

Collins to Greenwald, who felt that those who criticized Obama were engaging in a "double standard":

You give hypocrites a bad name.

Yup.

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Pejman

. . . on Heller.

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Wow.

A 71-senator tie for "Porker of the Month." Couldn't have happened to a nicer bunch of piggies, crawling in the dirt (and for all those bitty piggies, "life is getting worse").

Is your legislator one of those who voted against the one-year earmark moratorium? Check it out.

More from Citizens Against Government Waste.

Via Reynolds, who points out that the current earmarking system is not only wasteful, but also "contributes—significantly—to corruption.

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I Didn't Realize

. . . that those things had uses beyond disposing of dead bodies. I feel so . . . innocent and naive.

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Throwing Grandma Under the Bus.

So, Barack Obama cannot disassociate himself from his racist pastor, but has no trouble insulting his still-living grandmother. Nice.

I mean, I do have one racist grandparent, but (1) he didn't raise me; (2) he was as mean to me as he was to everyone else; (3) he isn't alive anymore, and (4) I don't talk about him that much. ("Chilipods, chilipods, chilipods!"; "Grandpa, do they speak a lot of Spanish where you are now?" That would tell me what I'd like to know.)

But: Obama's grandmother is afraid of black men who pass her on the street? Hell: everyone is afraid of black men who pass them on the street. I got mugged twice trying to pretend I wasn't afraid of black men passing me on the street. Jesse freakin' Jackson has admitted that he's afraid of black men passing him on the street. That's racism? I thought it was the survival instinct. Some people call it "street smarts," which means that there's a whole different set of rules for vetting people you might pass on a sidewalk, versus those you meet in the grocery store, or a bar, or a friend's living room.

This guy's sleaze factor is kind of rising, here. I'd almost prefer a straight shooter, like Senator Clinton. After all, there are things she just won't do for the sake of gaining power. Not many, but they do exist.

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March 18, 2008

Psalms 118:24

One of my favorite Bible verses, as a matter of fact.

King James Bible:
"This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."

World English Bible:
"This is the day that Yahweh has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it!"

American King James Version:
"This is the day which the LORD has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."

American Standard Version:
"This is the day which Jehovah hath made; We will rejoice and be glad in it."

Bible in Basic English:
"This is the day which the Lord has made; we will be full of joy and delight in it."

Douay-Rheims Bible:
"This is the day which the Lord hath made: let us be glad and rejoice therein."

Darby Bible Translation:
"This is the day that Jehovah hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."

English Revised Version:
"This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."

GOD'S WORD® Translation (©1995):
"This is the day the LORD has made. Let's rejoice and be glad today!"

Jewish Publication Society Tanakh:
"This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."

Webster's Bible Translation:
"This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."

Young's Literal Translation:
"This is the day Jehovah hath made, We rejoice and are glad in it."

The NET Bible:
(This is a bitchin' translation available online—very accurate and very well researched; I have it in a print version.)
"This is the day the Lord has brought about.
We will be happy and rejoice in it."

My beloved New American Standard Version:
"This is the day which the LORD has made;
Let us rejoice and be glad in it."

And then there's The Latest Scholarly Translation:
"This is teh day which Ceiling Cat did maked; we will do happy dances and be realy had while we did it."

("Be realy had"? I'm afraid I don't know the LOLCat meaning of "had." But it has to mean "glad.")


UPDATE: Please note that I can't find my "main" Catholic Bible, the NAB translation—anywhere. I suspect You-Know-Who packed it up already in anticipation of our move, but the NAB and the NASB are not that different—save for the inclusion of the "bonus books" in the Catholic version.

The tome I'm reading now is Catholic-approved, Tobit-enabled Bible, but it's a POS paraphrase, which really sucks for the New Testament; it is sometimes helpful, however, with the Old—much as I hate to admit that.

In my next incarnation I'm learning Greek and Hebrew, so I won't be so dependent upon the translators . . . . Whaaaaaaat?

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