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Wed
Mar
25
2009
The Worst Days Of Our Lives, Or The Most Amazing?
Has it really been a month and a half since I posted here? I’d like to tell you that it’s due to twitter. If I have a passing thought I think is worth sharing, rather than flesh it out into a blog post, it gets edited to 140 characters or less. But twitter is only partially the cause.
Anything of note in the news lately has been too depressing or mad-making to bother writing about. As if you or anyone really needs my input anyway, when our media cup runneth over.
Sun
Aug
03
2008
Tactical Energy Solutions
This morning on ABC’s “This Week,” Nancy Pelosi tried to diminish the idea of offshore drilling by stating it wouldn’t affect prices for a decade, whereas a release of some of the 700+ million barrels of oil in our Strategic Petroleum Reserve would have an impact on price within 10 days.
When it comes to the impact on pricing, she is correct (though, in my neck of the woods the price of a gallon of gas has already dropped 25-30 cents from its peak). But otherwise that idea is entirely wrong.
Sun. Jul 20, 2008
Our Energy Future
First off, when you titled an article “Our Energy Future,” you’d think that it begins today. Or, at worst, tomorrow. No, in our case, it begins sometime after January 21, 2009.
Maybe.
Tue
Apr
22
2008
Angry White Men
Apparently, being a liberal female author and screenwriter, like Nora Ephron, gives one license to engage in what might be considered sexist racist talk about people who look different from you:
This is an election about whether the people of Pennsylvania hate blacks more than they hate women. And when I say people, I don’t mean people, I mean white men.
Wed
Apr
02
2008
Shut Up And Drive
This topic is a real pet peeve of mine, on the basis of responsibility to your fellow travelers. But often the only way things change is when it hits the wallet.
Vanessa McGrogan never noticed the car ahead of her own speeding vehicle until it was too late. Jeffrey Stasium didn’t see the auto crossing the intersection until his pickup truck slammed into the driver’s door. The crashes, separated by three years and 160 miles, had two things in common. Both drivers were distracted by their cellphone use, according to lawsuits filed against them. And their employers wrote big checks in recent months to settle those suits in Fulton County.
Thu
Oct
18
2007
What Country Is This?
I woke up this morning, and within ten minutes of looking over the news, I wondered just what country I had woken up in.
First I read that “Senate Democrats and Republicans reached agreement with the Bush administration yesterday on the terms of new legislation to control the federal government’s domestic surveillance program, which includes a highly controversial grant of legal immunity to telecommunications companies that have assisted the program.”
Sun
Jun
17
2007
Digital Ageism Part Two: No New Paradigms for Old Fogies
Fred Wilson apparently decided to spend part of his weekend making old people sputter.
I’ve been reluctant because I don’t want to pick at this scab of a meme. I really don’t want to be the guy who made it harder for anyone older than 30 to get funded in the web services market.
Who is developing this “clearer idea”? Who is developing the set of “design patterns”? It’s the younger generation. And its important to understand why.
Sun. Jun 17, 2007
Digital Ageism Part One: iArt, Your Inner Child, And How He Dresses
I’ve always taken a rather liberal view of “art.” Perhaps because it has never been my career. Or perhaps because some of those who have made it their career seem to have a rather distorted view of it. For example, David Hockney. He thinks iPods are causing the decline of visual art. And you dress poorly, too.
Wed. Feb 07, 2007
Sometimes A Guitar Is Just A Guitar
It’s now about a half week past Super Bowl XLI, and people are still talking about it. In some cases, just plain mad about it. Or maybe, just plain mad.
Wed
Mar
01
2006
Naked Solutions, Emphasized
Curmudgeon Alert: a cranky posting, just because the crankiness has gotta go somewhere. Somewhere hopefully non-damaging (I’ve wanted to bitch-slap certain “medical professionals” over the past few days).
If you are a patron of the online casino who sees fit to disrupt every major sporting event including the closing ceremonies of the Olympics with either ugly streakers or microphone jostling hecklers, karma now dictates you will lose your ass, and I hope that it’s twice as ugly as the one their streaker bares on TV. I must repeat my advice:
Mon. Feb 06, 2006
The Offense and Manipulation of Cartoons
What started out as a rather localized controversy over the simplest of “literature,” some cartoons, has now bubbled into a nearly worldwide dispute, filled with death threats, arson, and portents of greater violence, in which both sides claim centuries of cultural tradition are being violated. And while I do see some who seem genuinely offended, I also see (on both sides) a heapin’ helpin’ of what George Will has referred to as “synthetic indignation.”
Sat
Sep
10
2005
The Blocked Bridge
In the aftermath of Katrina, there are so many demonstrable points of failure, from parish officials to city officials, from the state government to the federal government. All have their share of blame, despite those who’d love to convince you otherwise. There have been a lot of shameful moments and disgraceful performances by leaders at all levels, on both sides of the aisle. But in that cavalcade of shame, there is one story that stands out to me as far more monstrous and cruel than the others. Absolutely fascist.
Thu
Sep
01
2005
Shut Up And Give
The levels of frustration and desperation are growing. If FEMA could issue checks like they normally do to victims, these victims have no bank to deposit it in, no power to get cash from an ATM. They might as well use it as toilet paper. These people need help from the government, for sure. But right now, they need our help. They need your help, and luckily, they need it from the one thing you control.
Mon
May
02
2005
Kick the Bride
It’s a story that started just a few miles up I-85 from me, has since gone around the world ... and is now close to moving completely out of control.
Wed
Mar
09
2005
Take Your Hatred Home
In the past, I’ve cynically wondered if certain boneheaded Democratic tactics meant that Karl Rove had placed a mole among them. So I guess it’s appropriate to wonder if Howard Dean has infiltrated Fred Phelp’s infamous group, then turned them loose deep in Red Country
Sun
Feb
27
2005
Death and Loathing
The death of Hunter S. Thompson has created a bigger stir than I thought it would, in odd ways. For a generation of writers (and many who love the written word), Thompson was a “writer’s writer.” Which is often a construct used to imply “you just wouldn’t understand.”
Wed
Dec
15
2004
Nature Always Wins, Eventually
I have to be honest. I never figured this would happen. I saw some heartless rich people doing whatever they wanted, as heartless rich people have done since the beginning of time. No reason to think a simple hawk would change that.
Wed
Dec
08
2004
Soulless in Manhattan
A little of the magic of Manhattan, a rare piece supplied by Mother Nature, was intentionally destroyed yesterday.
Fri. Nov 19, 2004
TV Morals
In a case of cultural auto-cannibalism, in one week our society’s “moral values” were under attack by an Oscar Award winning movie about the sacrifices made in World War II, and the very next week they were assaulted by Monday Night Football.
As a precaution to preserve the few and apparently very fragile moral values that we have left, Thanksgiving has been cancelled, for fear of what might happen next. Our nation’s delicate moral sensibilities simply could not take another blow this quickly.
Thu. Oct 14, 2004
One Day or One Trial
It was like some bad flashback from the early 1980’s. There I was, standing with a group of people around a long table, with 5 kilos of cocaine spread out on it. $250,000-$400,000 of cocaine that had arrived in DeKalb County concealed in the false bottom of a car battery. How did I get here?




