Archive for August, 2007

Nope: Fuck ’em Both.

The most recent GWB-​​​​related news is that Bush 41 is now “pained” at how reviled his son is. We’re reminded that Daddy is 83 del­i­cate years old; we’re sup­posed, I guess, to feel some kind of sym­pa­thy for the old man, and trans­late that into Good Feeling for his inbred retard of a moron son. Well, let’s think […]

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The Interesting Interaction of Vision and Language

Recently there was a pro­gres­sive open house at the Medical Professional Center, a more or less satel­lite facil­ity to the hos­pi­tal here where physi­cians have pri­vate prac­tices. The idea was that, in order to pub­li­cize a half dozen recently-​​​​arrived physi­cians, there would be a sort of food scav­enger hunt from office to office. Beginning with bev­er­ages, pro­gress­ing to crudité, […]

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Shorter Satan: John Evander Couey, Come on Down!

The last time I wrote about John Couey was March of this year, after he’d been found guilty of the rape and ghastly mur­der of nine-​​​​year-​​​​old Jessica Lunsford. The ques­tion at the time was whether he was men­tally capa­ble of under­stand­ing the mag­ni­tude of his crimes; if he was, in short, men­tally retarded and there­fore unsuitable […]

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Whut?

Leaving aside the wis­dom of par­ents choos­ing either name, I have to ask why the hell New Zealand thinks it can accept or reject any name cho­sen for a child. A New Zealand cou­ple is look­ing to call their new­born son Superman — but only because their cho­sen name of 4Real has been rejected by the government […]

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Rats and Roaches

Fifteen years ago Douglas Adams wrote a book called Last Chance to See. Unlike his Hitchhiker’s and Dirk Gently series, this was non­fic­tion; in it he chron­i­cled the plight of a half dozen or so extremely endan­gered species — imper­iled by human encroach­ment on their ter­ri­to­ries — and penned a beautifully-​​​​done mem­oir of des­per­a­tion. He wrote the following […]

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Wisconsin Winter

I wrote this in 1999, when I was there. I actu­ally lived in this. In Wausau. Some morn­ings the air was so cold you felt your breath freeze in your nos­trils as you inhaled. The mois­ture from your out-​​​​breath just solid­i­fied on the hairs and pas­sages in your nose as you breathed in. It is a very strange […]

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It’s All we Have

This set of images of Earth is, accord­ing to NASA, the best full-​​​​planet view to date. At work I have two mon­i­tors, which means I get both hemi­spheres. Mini ver­sions after the fold (mini-​​​​we?). H/​​T to Seed.

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Sigh. Two Down.

I think Hillary Clinton has lost my vote too. Apparently there has been some dis­cus­sion of employ­ing nukes — nukes! — against ter­ror­ist cells; Clinton refused to say whether or not she’d use them. The yield of even a small weapon is so tremen­dous that set­ting one off to kill the aver­age clus­ter of ter­ror­ists would affect […]

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Gore and Kucinich ’08

It’s a ticket that doesn’t even exist. One man is unde­clared; the other is far, far behind in polls. So why don’t we change that? Why not, for once in liv­ing mem­ory, choose the best men for the job? Gore and Kucinich. Because we’re tired of stupidity.

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Misdirected email: October Order

When you live online, a fact of life you get used to is that some­times per­sonal notes get unin­ten­tion­ally sent to a wider audi­ence; usu­ally it’s because they’ve been sent by mis­take to a list­serv. Generally these notes are non­signif­i­cant, some­times they are weird (just a com­ment meant for a friend), and some­times they are deeply per­sonal and every­one just […]

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Big Mistake, Barack.

Apparently Mr. Obama has for­got­ten some­thing very impor­tant about the major­ity of vot­ers in the US right now. US pres­i­den­tial can­di­date Barack Obama has said he would order mil­i­tary action against al-​​​​Qaeda in Pakistan with­out the con­sent of Pakistan’s gov­ern­ment. Hey. Barack. Diplomacy first, last and always. War is the last recourse of a failed nego­tia­tor. It […]

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RK

It’s strange to learn that some­one whom you didn’t know very well has affected you in sub­tle, slight ways. I met Robin Kornman about half a decade ago; the other mem­bers of the Milwaukee Shambhala sangha had good things to say about him and seemed pleased to learn he would be return­ing soon after a hia­tus — I think […]

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