| September 11, 2001 |
[Feb. 6th, 2004|10:53 am] |
Reading an article like this is frightening and confusing. What happened to the solid ground on which I built my intellectual foundation? It’s downright chaotic. But there is no better example of Post-Soviet Chaos.The "culture wars" have ended in a strange standoff, even a detente. The left seems bankrupt of new ideas and cannot be a partner in any really interesting conversation. The recent collapse of the Dean campaign for the Democratic presidential nomination is a case in point: his only platform, as the delegates perceived, was to be against things….
The rift, I will argue, is not between left and right but between libertarian and communitarian. Or perhaps we could say that in the intellectual absence of the left, an inherent rift in the right is becoming the new locus of debate, and the remnants of the left are having to choose one side or the other.
The defining conflict of the past 500 years has been the haves fighting the have-nots. (Not that it's been resolved.) Rather, it's been superceded by the next conflict: those wanting to be left alone versus those wanting to participate. |
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| Howard Dean is a generous 5' 8" |
[Jan. 15th, 2004|09:32 am] |
As planned, General Wesley Clark is hitting his stride just as the campaign focus moves to New Hampshire. The man is running a nearly flawless campaign (save for the one slipup where he wore loafers with no socks). With polls rising, Clinton firmly in his camp, and the press looking for a dark horse, Clark seems predestined for the nomination.
But now, the biggest test to date: choosing campaign theme song. How will Clark define his campaign? Throngs of people await the general’s decision. It’s, um, Journey.
From today’s Boston Globe:One point of contention within the campaign is a theme song. Clark favors a hit from the 1980s. "I like Journey. It's this song called `Don't Stop Believin'.' It's the music I remember," said Clark. Campaign advisers want him to go with a country tune. Lyrics to Don’t Stop Believin’ Written by S. Perry/N. Schon/J. Cain Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin' anywhere... Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit He took the midnight train goin' anywhere...
A singer in a smokey room, the smell of wine and cheap perfume For a smile they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on...
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Streetlight people, living just to find emotion Hiding, somewhere in the night
Working hard to get my fill, everybody wants a thrill Payin' anything to roll the dice, just one more time Some will win, some will lose Some were born to sing the blues Oh, the movie never ends It goes on and on and on and on
(chorus) Don't stop believin' Hold on to the feelin' Streetlight people |
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| Some of My Best Friends are Silicon |
[Jan. 14th, 2004|11:14 am] |
The lonely world of Doogie Howser. You’re overworked by your hospital residency at the age of 14. Your girlfriend has about 60% of your IQ. Your EQ is about 60% of hers. Do you confide in your precocious friend Vinny? No, you confide in your computer.
The Lost Journals of Doogie Howser, M. D. By Pasha Malla and Mike Baker
May 17, 1990 Being a doctor it's easy to forget how the human body contains not only blood, tissue, and nerves, but also emotions like love and hope. But then you remember, and you're all, "Ew, ew." |
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| Going Postal |
[Jan. 13th, 2004|04:22 pm] |
In trying to resolve a correspondence issue with the U.S. Postal Service, I found myself at the "Frequently Asked Questions" page on their web site, I found this curious answer. Apparently, it's the third most requested answer they give:"We appreciate your query concerning the mailing of the air conditioner units. The issue here is one of basic safety. Neither the United States Postal Service - nor any other of the world's postal administrations - accepts compressed gas for international air shipment."
Good to know. Other questions that were less important:
"Item has not arrived." (#13) "Track & Confirm is not providing any information. Where is my package?" (#16) "When will First-Class rates go up?" (#19) "Where the heck is my package? I have the ID." (#148) |
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| Rock, Paper, Scissors: The Finale |
[Dec. 10th, 2003|10:25 am] |
Despite illustrating that I have absolutely no readers outside my circle of friends, the Rock, Paper, Scissors contest proved something else: not many of my friends gives a damn about naming a Rock, Paper, Scissors enthusiast.
Except for one J F Neill of Washington, DC. He wins the prize for naming the Rock, Paper, Scissors enthusiast most aptly:
Losers.
For more fun, play a celebrity hero in Rock, Paper, Scissors: playrps.com.
Thanks for playing! Bookmark this page for more fun and prizes. |
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| The Game Continues |
[Dec. 8th, 2003|10:37 am] |
We are still soliciting entries for Post-Soviet Chaos’ Challenge to readers. The Winning Entry will be posted at the end of the day today.
What does one call a Rock, Paper, Scissors enthusiast?
Email me here. |
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| Judge, Jury, and Executioner |
[Dec. 8th, 2003|10:00 am] |
George Bush’s public persona wobbles between being SGA President and that weak, struggling frat boy who tried to buy your World Religions essay from you last semester. You can give yourself a headache trying to figure out whether he is lucky or just some plodding idiot savant! His apparent victories as Chief Executive exude success, but are they really making the world a better place? A question I can’t answer.
Google, however, has a verdict. Type in “miserable failure” and click “I’m feeling lucky.” I can feel my headache subsiding. |
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| By the People, For the People, and Of the People |
[Dec. 5th, 2003|05:39 pm] |
The Republican establishment responds to the earlier post regarding Dick Gephardt's, um, mandate.
The results are in.
Al Gore weighs in as well.
Special thanks to the folks at National Journal Group's, The Hotline. |
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| The Empire Strikes Back |
[Dec. 5th, 2003|05:34 pm] |
All paranoia about Microsoft aside, its MS Word dictionary wreaks havoc on grammar and vocabulary, frequently suggesting alternatives slightly less dynamic, and occasionally wrong. Lots of real words get gonged by the MS vocab Nazi. “Vocab” is one of them. Type in the word “investable” as in “investable assets” and you get red-underlined like crazy. It’s become such a scourge, that even the Assembly for the Teaching of English Grammar (ATEG) took it to task.
Yet, sometimes, rarely the suggestions are more informing and mind-expanding than the original. For instance, the word “electable” as used in my previous entry does not exist in Microsoft Word’s dictionary. Yet, it is used all the time by Democrats and journalists. Here are sentences where it comes in to play:
A potential Democratic voter on Dean: "My only hesitation is whether Dean's electable. I have some real fears about that."
From US News & World Report: “Ane Roseborough-Eberhard, a self-employed marketing consultant, says she likes Clark's intellect and calm demeanor. Married with two children, she thinks his broad appeal makes him electable.”
Even the Brits love it. From the Independent: “The Tories have become more electable under their new leader, Michael Howard, the head of Britain's biggest business organisation, the CBI, said yesterday.” The following “corrections” are what MS Word provides. For a fun exercise, replace them in the previous sentences and let the hilarity begin: Selectable, Detectible, Delectable, Erectable, and Erectile. |
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| Tricky Dick |
[Dec. 5th, 2003|04:36 pm] |
According to the latest polls, John Kerry collapsed this week. Tired of his Senatorial rhetoric and constant pleading for Swiss on his Philly Cheesesteak, the survey respondents voiced their opinion: you’re the meta-loser: a rise-and-fall story before voters even had the chance to knock you down. Thankfully, pundits (i.e., Slate’sMickey Kaus) are already helping you with your graceful departure.
This certainly has been a long primary season, and even C-Span seems to be tiring of the nine-person debates. So in that sense, it’s good to see Kerry go.
Unfortunately his departure as a war-supporting, tax-cut voting candidate bodes ill for the Democrats. The Atlantic’s own Jack Beatty shows that if current polls prove true (and, no doubt, lots could change), the race will be a fight between Dean and Gephardt.
This eventuality, he determines, would be fatal for Democrats seeking a non-Bush presidency.[Gephart and Dean] share a liability that makes them weaker candidates than the other Democratic prospects: they would repeal all of the Bush tax cuts. Senators Kerry, Edwards, and Lieberman, as well as General Wesley Clark, would repeal only the cuts for the wealthiest Americans, leaving in place the child tax credit and other elements of the cuts for the middle class. In the first presidential debate, if either Dean or Gephardt is the nominee, George W. Bush will point to his opponent and say, "If your family income is $40,000 a year, this man will raise your taxes by over $1,200" — and for once, he'd be telling the truth about the distribution of his tax cuts. In short, they’d look like fools. Howard Dean is great and all, but he's still got a real credibility issue with overzealous paper-sealing. And from all appearances, Gephardt is just a big Dick. The only "electable" Democrat left is Wesley Clark. He could do it. But remember, he once wore this outfit in public. |
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| Had Pushkin Suffered Such A Fate |
[Dec. 4th, 2003|05:11 pm] |
For those inclined to confront impugnant forces with just their bare hands, a game of Rock, Paper, or Scissors is infinitely more gentlemanly than fisticuffs. At a minimum, the modern gentleman should offer to engage in a round of rock, paper, scissors as a matter of course, if only to offer their foe a respectful out before they receive a noble pummeling.
The Chicago Tribune is in agreement, and although they suggest you provide personal information to access the online version, I have disclosed the highlights through the glory of professional courtesy. Rock Paper Scissors -- alternatively known around the world as Roshambo, Shnik Shnak Shnuk, Ching Chong Chow and Farggling -- has been holding a world championship only since 1995. But its guiding organization, the RPS Society, was founded in 1842 (as the Scissors Paper Stone Club, in London) and changed its name in 1918, when it relocated to Toronto, where [new world champion] Krueger lives.
"In every sport there's going to be luck," said Krueger, 31. "It could be the lucky bounce that Larry Bird got back in 1981, or whenever, that went straight up off the rim then back through in the final second of the semifinals. It could be somebody hitting a home run on just the right pitch."
But, he says, RPS is much more than a simple game of chance.
Even with luck and the odds on your side, you've still got to know whom you're up against, Krueger pointed out. You've got to scout the other players, observe their style, make a mental note of their habits and then read them when you come face to face.
You've got to strategerize. So we all agree it’s a game of chance. But entire mortgages have been waged on games with a lower probability of winning. Hence, I present you with the web site for the World Rock Paper Scissors Society.
Besides the snazzy flash animation of two players, the site offers an outstanding history of the game and an online trainer against whom you can hone your game.
This, of course, begs the question of what a Rock, Paper, Scissors enthusiast calls themselves. A question, I’m sure, for the Atlantic’s Barbara Wallraff, but I suggest readers email me their best suggestions at comradetimofei@livejournal.com.
I will post the best and brightest on Monday. |
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| Green Mean Dean |
[Dec. 3rd, 2003|04:25 pm] |
Can't wait for Howard Kurtz to comment on the Howard Fineman-Howard Dean analysis today. Perhaps someone at Howard University can clear it up for me.
The campaign of Howard Dean was dealt a crushing blow today. None other than Howard Fineman says it's not-ready-for-primetime. As for the reasons, Fineman details the lame excuses Dean's putting forth as to why he sealed his records. The punchline is, faced with a ravenous Chris Matthews, Dean uses "the protection of HIV-AIDS patients' privacy" as his shield. Dean’s public reaction to the mini-furor was revealing. When Matthews asked about the records, Dean — with a straight face — came up with this defiant howler: He had had the records sealed not to protect himself, God forbid, but to protect the privacy of HIV-AIDS patients. I think Chris was too stunned to laugh. As it turns out, the identity of such patients is automatically shielded; and, of course, Dean had long since gone on record with the refreshingly candid admission that the advent of the presidential campaign was the real reason.
For those still looking for a fight, you may want to forgive John Kerry his war vote and give him another chance. To contribute to John Kerry's "Real Deal" campaign, click here. |
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| Art of the Possible |
[Dec. 3rd, 2003|01:01 pm] |
Some friends of mine started a band in college called the Carlsonics. Through their hard work, perseverance, and sheer ignorance of criticism, they are now one of the favorite sons of Washington, DC.
See, the Carlsonics treat their critics like you’d treat a dog who just crapped on your Ikea chair. They confront them, show them who feeds them, and then rub their faces in their own handiwork. They’ve even frightened the venerable Washington Post into writing about them more than once. God knows, the Post should be afraid. To see a fun conversation between them and a critic, click here. A response from the critic: Yes, mommy and daddy are paying my tuition, but not too much because most of it is covered by my scholarship. I'm also not going for a liberal arts degree, I'm an accounting major with possible minors in marketing and psychology and an intent to go to law school after graduation. I guess Pizza Hut will have to wait a few more years for me! Critic, I served with the Carlsonics. I knew the Carlsonics. The Carlsonics were friends of mine. Critic, you are no Carlsonics. |
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| The Trail of the Dead |
[Dec. 3rd, 2003|12:17 pm] |
The woman whose clandestine status was outed by a Senior Bush official comes out of the closet. This month’s Vanity Fair includes a pictorial with a partially disguised Valerie Plame and her vendetta-seeking husband, Joseph Wilson.
It’s cute and it keeps the Bush administrations most disgraceful action in the news, but isn’t it a bit glib? Remember: Lots of people have died. Their only slip being they once had contact with an undercover CIA operative now known as Valerie Plame Wilson. Whether they knew her status or not, they are dead. |
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| The Slippery Slope |
[Dec. 3rd, 2003|12:04 pm] |
Howard Dean continues to distance himself from the American center with his wacko comments about defense. He actually put on record the statement, “Mr. President, if you'll pardon me, I'll teach you a little about defense.” If he was actually Vermont born-and-bred, he could at least claim Ethan Allen in his heritage. As it turns out, the closest he came to the Green Mountains was when he skied down them instead of going to Vietnam.
As this Slate article points out, Bush tried the same type of preposterous lies during his South Carolina campaign against McCain. The one where some of us determined his lies about McCain were so egregious, we would never vote for him. Yet, they were extremely successful in splitting the Veteran vote there and sending McCain back to his role as Senate gadfly.
I saw Dean speak a year ago at the National Press Club. At the time, he seemed like an honest broker, seriously questioning the speed at which we confront Iraq. A serious candidate for Commander-In-Chief. But as his campaign heated up, Dean showed his opportunistic (dare we say, Clintonian?) side, veering far left in order to capture the lucrative Hollywood/Wacko billionaire dollars and college-campus stick-to-itiveness. (I’ll also put forth that he felt a legitimate threat from Ralph Nader, whose candidacy guarantees a quick end to Dean, and a second Bush term.)
Now, as he becomes a national candidate, Dean is showing he’s well studied in the Bush playbook of deception. Nobody wants a soft chalet bunny as their terror warlord. But as he continues to put forth unfounded claims about his own Defense credentials, it’s time to start wondering about what a conscientious voter is to do when it’s Bush vs. Dean.
Which liar are we going to vote for? |
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