Good News to Brighten Your Day: The Bleat has gone bloggy. Yes, everyone’s first (or second) read of the morning, James Lileks’ Bleat, has migrated to blog format. This is so good, as it means multiple posts per day, plus COMMENTS! I hope it also means he’ll have more time for the Screedblog (hint, hint), but I’ll take whatever I can get.
Edit: Forgot to add, things like this are why Lileks is my second read of the day, and should be your first:
Driving my daughter back from Karate… I expressed the desire to LEAVE FOR SOMEPLACE LESS LETHAL, and of course Natalie doesn’t want to go anywhere else. I regretted bringing it up, since I don’t want her to think her life could be uprooted, and I said I was just talking. “It’ll be over, Dad,” she said. “It will be warm again. As warm as Arizona.”
To which I thought: and then it will be cold after that. Repeat until dead, and the interment is delayed because the backhoe snapped a chisel trying to dig your grave in the frozen earth. But she’s right; it will be warm. Ruining the onset of spring because you know winter follows is like weeping when you open a bottle of fine, fine Scotch because it will be empty some day. I’ve learned my lesson from the wisdom of a child. This year I will buy two springs and store one in the back of the cabinet.
How do you top that? You don’t. Unless you’re James Lileks.
Farewell to two stalwarts: both Ricardo Montalban and Patrick McGoohan died this week. I remember Patrick McGoohan from The Prisoner series, which, as a kid I could never quite fathom, but I loved the Introduction — so dramatic!
I never knew that Ricardo Montalban was a dancer–I remember him from Star Trek, Fantasy Island, and various automobile commercials. However, anyone who can keep up with Cyd Charisse qualifies as a dancer in my book!
Rest in peace, gentlemen.
Tortured Logic: Regarding the report that we declined to prosecute the 20th hijacker in the 9/11 attacks because he was tortured while imprisoned at Gitmo, well, I am just speechless. I am not generally one to let loose with flights of creative swearing and f-bombs, but this really tempts me. Fortunately for us all, Rachel Lucas has already vented, and has done a far better job than I ever could.
Downsized: Sadly, the nebulous job that Michelle Obama was being paid $300,000 annually to do (or not do, as she’s been off the job for almost a year now) has hit the chopping block. Given that the University of Chicago Hospital says the job will be absorbed by another executive, the Chicago Daily Observer wonders why it was an actual job in the first place. I think most folks know it was just another example of Pay-for-Play. After all, that’s the Chicago Way.
Do Over! It seems likely that the only way Minnesotans will get a fair count out of their Senate contest is to start from scratch. Given the bizarre decisions handed down by the state court and various state and local officials; given the fact that in at least 25 MN precints there were more votes counted than there were voter signatures; given the agreement to allow the campaigns themselves to determine which previously-rejected absentee ballots to count and which to discard–it’s enough to make me ask if we’re really talking about Minnesota, and not, say Illinois or Louisiana.
Seasonal Dis-affection: I’ll leave you with a link to the Anchoress, who is looking forward to Spring (as am I!) and poring over the gardening catalogs, which start blooming in mailboxes right about now.
Have a wonderful weekend!