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Tiptoe through the whatever, sort of

Saturday, February 25, 2006

What would the Manolo say?And so now you know why I don't care much about whether my toes trip lightly over one flooring or another. The pants improve but it's a rare day, usually one spent out of state, that I'm not in socks and thick slippers when home. I satisfy my visual cortex instead. '70s lineoleum doesn't feel much different from old-growth fir, with or without socks and slippers, but . . . ack! Cover with paint or rugs immediately!

(This post dedicated to Sister Beth, who lives in Key Largo and is at serious risk of forgetting just what the heck slippers are. No, not flippers . . . )



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How to Spend Five or Ten Minutes

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Yesterday, Virginia Postrel posted a link to a page that will use a little bot to scan your blog or web site and come up with a "Word Cloud". Here are mine and Josh's.

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UPDATE: and here's the radio station's:

Coast Community Radio



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Are U.A.Ediot?

Wednesday, February 22, 2006


I can't say it any better than James Lileks:

>>>It just doesn’t sit well. Period. It’s one thing for an Administration to misjudge how a particular decision will be received; it’s another entirely to misjudge an issue that cuts to the core of the Administration’s core strength. That’s where you slap yourself on the forehead in the style of those lamenting the failure to request a V-8 in a timely fashion. Doesn’t matter whether it was a deal struck between the previous administrators and the UAE; that’s not how the issue will be seen. And it certainly doesn’t matter once the President gets all stern on the topic and insists he’ll veto any attempt to keep the deal from going through. At that point, millions of previously resolute supporters stand there with their mouths open, uttering a soft confused moan of disbelief.<<< Read the full Screed.

UPDATE: On the other hand, there's this, from James Jay Carafino, writing in National Review Online:

>>>What happens when one foreign-owned company sells a U.S. port service to another foreign-owned company. Not much. Virtually all the company employees at the ports are U.S. citizens. The Dubai firm is a holding company that will likely play no role in managing the U.S. facilities. Likewise, the company is owned by the government, a government that is an ally of the United States and recognizes that al Qaeda is as much a threat to them as it is to us. They are spending billions to buy these facilities because they think it’s a crackerjack investment that will keep making money for them long after the oil runs out. The odds that they have any interest in seeing their facilities become a gateway for terrorist into the United States are slim. But in the interest of national security, we will be best served by getting all the facts on the table.<<<< Read the full story, including comments from Michael LeDeen and James Robbins.

Daniel Drezner is keeping good track of the story at his blog.

It's just another in a long list of examples in virtually every issue known in which it almost doesn't matter how much you read, you can never know the real story unless you're actually working the problem. I know this from my inside-the-beltway-buckle days.



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Shrimps: On a Clear Day You Can Cry Forever

Monday, February 20, 2006

Rare clear skies reported in Southern California yesterday. Josh's sister Annie, walking her dogs in the wash by her house in Claremont, near the foot of Mt. Baldy, could see the ocean (40 miles) and on to Catalina Island (26 miles across the sea, as the Four Preps sang.)
1: Pico and Pippi




2. going for a walk

3. Annie's beloved wash











4. Wheee!

(pictures from May 2004)

I'm glad I wasn't there. That one beautiful day would have wiped all memory of smog, traffic, outrageous housing prices, earthquakes!, environmental devastation in favor of stucco, astonishing pretentiousness among all but a few, and the magic of Astoria that's real. My longings for warmth and sun and the nearness of friends, family and pop culture would burst into tears and I would, like Mount St. Helens since October 10, 2004, be "in a constant eruptive state." Which would be gobs of fun for everybody, especially Josh, who's been known to call me a marketer's dream.

UPDATE 12:53pm: Ray, visiting his mother in Palos Verdes, California, emailed yesterday: "just beautiful in LA right now. NO smog! At breakfast in Seal beach we could easily see Catalina Is. and mountains to the east." And now he's sent pictures from today's trip to Balboa Island, along with a note "today the smog has come in and we can see some snow of the tops of mts but the lower parts are in reddish haze." I should be in such a haze.


(Top: on Balboa Island, looking over to a blue Catalina lolling under the clouds. Can you tell it's winter? See the bare deciduous trees on the right. Took me years to understand that deciduousness depends more on the absence of light than on the presence of cold. Middle: another shot slightly north to a low blue Catalina Island. Bottom: Like any other beach town, in the winter you can have the Prom all to yourself.)