Went to the library and picked up John Ashcroft’s Never Again, by which I think he means 9/11 but I think also means his shrapnel-catching term as Attorney General. It's almost hilarious how much crap he caught for so little reason. The book so far seems much a self-hagiography, a bit too thick with self-awareness of his own goodness. But then, as an uncle once said, if it's true then it ain't braggin'. I'm not expert enough to know if'n it's true. I hope to read his explanation of covering up the bare breasts of a statue of Lady Justice but have not been rewarded in various page scans. I mostly look forward to his take on the inexplicable Hanssen spy case. I wish Hanssen would write a book although it would be futile for me to read, as if I'd then be able to explain the mystery of inquity.
You’ve heard of “lake effect snow”? Well we have lake effect rain. It occurs when it rains so much our back yard is dotted with small reservoirs of water. Ducks come a callin’, mistaking the large puddles for Lakes Ontario & Erie. It’s amusing, until our dog chases them away. Their quacking sound reminds him of the stuffed toys he gets, toys that squeak until he surgically removes the squeakers with his teeth.
Been on the cusp of -- and well-nigh into the rim of -- a cold. I suspect a bit of Rasputin Stout is in order. (For medicinal purposes only, rimshot.) For a short work week it was suitably brutal. Four-day weeks often are, for reasons I’ve never quite figured out. I think it’s partially due to malformed expectations. Deep down you think it’s going to be easy even if you tell yourself otherwise. This one was weighed down by computer runs that died in mid-stream twice. I found a work-around but I’m bound and determined next week to track down what exactly went wrong. It's like a murder mystery, like my own personal CSI, and I have to wait till Monday to do the forensics. Well I could go into work today but that ain't bloody likely.
In other news, Alzheimer's has replaced cancer as my greatest heath fear. Heart disease seems the result of the reckless & self-assured, cancer the disease of the worryworts. Always been my impression anyway. Death itself seems slightly less fearful given that everyone undergoes it; if everyone died of the same thing would that thing then be less fearful even if it was a horrible way to go? It's like how the poor often say "we didn't know we were poor!" and live generally happy lives until they found out they were poor. Everyone has the same general sort of birth (they differ somewhat of course, but not as much as deaths do - our body is younger and healthier at the time of birth than death), and the knowledge of that individuality makes us more fearful for being alone in it, even though we know that we’re never alone since we suffer with and in Christ.
So Jeff Culbreath has shut down his blog and someone up and took his blog over for him. Is this some sort of planned obsolescence? I suppose we’re all replaceable but the body wasn’t even cold yet. Blogging is the best anti-utilitarian activity known to man -- “write like no one’s watching” might be the catchphrase of blogging because it’s most likely true, but it would also mean you wouldn’t shut down your blog. Speaking of blogging, I’m mildly amused that Erik of ‘Erik’s Rants’ burnt a post pointing out a mistake I made in ascribing Ohio citizenship to Patrick of California. For those wishing attention, I’ve always found mistakes garner more of it than anything else. You might want to plant a few felix culpas. :-)
T-shirt at an airport shop: “Columbus Doesn’t Have a Drinking Problem, It Has a Football Problem”. I think that was it.
P.J. O’Rourke has been to some seventy countries. He surprised me on C-Span’s IN DEPTH today by saying that the culture most foreign to the American is France's, specifically Paris.
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