Monthly Archives: October 2007
NOTE: You can download Christina’s Craving complete.pdf [link works as of 30 Oct 2013]
I am woman, hear me roar.
I am Blakely St. James.
Halloween was always important to my feminine identity AS Blakely St. James, since Christina’s Hideaway was released on Halloween 1983, and Christina’s Craving ends on a fictional Halloween, with the eponymous heroine dancing with the author behind the authoress, Blakely St. James. Continue reading
I am astonished on the eve of battle. These two great armies of the blogosphere are drawn up, face to face, General versus General: The Dread Pundit Bluto (if that IS his real name) versus Glenn Greenwald, Steve Benin versus Dr. Rusty Shackleford, Blue Crab Boulevard versus Newshoggers, Captain Ed versus Crooks & Liars, Balloon Juice versus Hot Air and Michelle Malkin versus Reality Itself.
And, as the two tribes face off across the waterhole, I think of what started all this: not one soldier with a rifle.
But, rather, one soldier with a pen.
[NOTE: The entire first part of the blog battle over “The Baghdad Diarist” is chronicled HERE. A searchable .pdf with links.]
Regular readers might recognize this, from Sept. 3rd’s “Meet The New Baghdad Bob“:
I checked the infostream [internet] for actual quotes from Boylan and found only one prior citation swarm in 2007: An April quote about how Iraqi protests were not bad, but were, instead, a vindication of how mass demonstrations showed that democracy was working. Then nothing until August and the extraordinary step of the Chief Spokesman for the Iraq theater sending an email to a Right-Wing blogger [to Confederate Yankee 'confirming' Pvt. Beauchamp's "recant"ing and then, the letter to Kevin Drum:]
September 2, 2007
PETRAEUS AND THE REPUBLICAN CAUCUS….Yesterday I received an email from Col. Steven Boylan, the Public Affairs Officer for Gen. David Petraeus, highlighting some disagreements Continue reading
This story continues to swirl, perhaps in directions that the Rightie Blogosmear™ didn’t intend or expect. The original post, “A Convenient Leak for Dan Quayle’s Brain” is here — a longish little report that seems to have generated a lot of interest. It’s currently being featured on Salon‘s Blog Report, and The Moderate Voice‘s “Around the Sphere.” Continue reading
This part of the story is fiction:
Dateline: Dearborn, Michigan
October 30, 1902
SMITHY HONOREES ANNOUNCED
The Greater Detroit Amagamated Blacksmiths’ Guild honored one of its own last night, as the “Blacksmith of the Year” awards were held at McGinty’s Wagon Shop of 688-692 Mack Avenue, in honor of Will McGinty’s retirement. Continue reading
These are difficulties the man from the country has not expected; the Law, he thinks, should surely be accessible at all times and to everyone, but as he now takes a closer look at the doorkeeper in his fur coat, with his big sharp nose and long, thin, black Tartar beard, he decides that it is better to wait until he gets permission to enter. The doorkeeper gives him a stool and lets him sit down at one side of the door. There he sits for days and years.
I do not know what Franklin Foer did to piss off the White House or the Army, or both, but the Drudge Report posted this “scoop” today, and the Rightie Blogosmear™ went b*g-f**k b*t-sh*t beerjolais karazee. (Really? Is THIS the most important story in America? Really?) Continue reading
I am off to the sea. Will be back in a few days.
“I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.”
Sir Isaac Newton
We begin with the Weasel-in-Waiting, Mitt (“Unclean Hands”) Romney.
It seems that Romney continues his decidedly un-Christian “I will do ANYTHING to win” streak. The one that first surfaced in my awareness when he retroactively gamed the System to bald-facedly claim (as only lawyers can manage) that he’d ACTUALLY been living in Massachusetts during the period when he was living in Utah, paying taxes in Utah, driving with Utah plates, Utah drivers’ license, etc. Continue reading
One reader writes:
On 10/19/07, **** wrote:
Is “re-perkify” a real word?
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.
— Philip K. Dick
* WARNING: Not work safe, but some might take offense, so … warning. Be adult.
To which we replied:
Even worse, it’s a non-word derived from a non-word.
Which means it’s dangerous. Please call a Haz-Mat team and have it hauled away.
“Perkification” MIGHT be considered a word, had we conquered Perkistan (not a real country) and were trying to leave. But “perkify” is not a word, and, therefore “re-perkify” is even less so.
Google lists Results of “about 474 for perkify.”
This does NOT mean it’s a word. But if enough idjits use it, it will become one. Witness “proactive” and the use of “read” as a noun-verb (or an “action-thing”) as in “it’s a good read.”
Dick Tracy, Library Cop
From the Merriam-Webster online dictionary: Pentateuch
Main Entry: Pen-ta-teuch
Pronunciation: \?pen-t?-?tük, -?tyük\
Etymology: Middle English Penteteuke, from Late Latin Pentateuchus, from Greek Pentateuchos, from penta- + teuchos tool, vessel, book, from teuchein to make
Date: 15th century
: the first five books of Jewish and Christian Scriptures
There is a dark side to the story of Joseph in Egypt — a tale that is found in Genesis, shared in Jewish and Christian scriptures, and retold and amplified in the Koran. It is one of the best-known stories of our human species: Continue reading
This was posted to Zug earlier, but never posted here. Now seems a good time.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Once more unto the breach, dear friends…
Kicking and screaming, I am dragged back into the fray.
Didn’t want to. Didn’t mean to. But it is, as Kant notes, a Moral Imperative, no matter how hopeless I might reckon the effort.
Gentlemen in England now abed will hold their manhood cheap that did not blog here with us upon Saint Crispin’s Day. (Or, HERE)
Act 3. Scene I
SCENE I. France. Before Harfleur.
Alarum. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, BEDFORD, GLOUCESTER, and Soldiers, with scaling-ladders
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect …. [MORE]
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