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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Fired For a Budget Surplus

Here's a twist: two school Board members have resigned, and District financial people have been suspended/resigned because a district ran a surplus!!
The President and Vice-President of the Seaford (Long Island, NY) School District resigned yesterday, following the suspension and resignation of the district treasurer and assistant superintendent for business, because a math error resulted in the District's failure to recognize it had a surplus.
Why did it matter?
Because here in New York the voters have to approve the school budget.
And because if the district votes a budget down, the schools are severely limited in spending-- state-mandated contingency budgets mean deep cuts, which usually means teacher layoffs, no sports, art, music, etc.
Because Seaford didn't realize it had a surplus, it asked the voters to approve a budget with a huge tax increase. The budget failed.
Under NY law, the district gets another chance at a voter-approved budget. Seaford's board chose to put up the same budget, in the hopes the parents would rally and pass it the second time.
It failed again.
So the state-mandated contingency kicks in, and the massive cuts ensue.
But now the district finds it had a $1.7 million dollar surplus. Which means it could have put up its budget with only a minimal tax increase-- a budget that would have kept all services, and which would probably have passed.
So the inability of adults in the district to be able to do simple math has resulted in a hardship to the children of the district.
And so we have resignations and suspensions over a surplus.
Only in the world of public education!
(By the way, this is my entry to The Carnival of Education: Week 30, which is a wonderful collection of education-related posts run by my good friends at The Education Wonks, a superb education site. Go visit the midway and see what people from around the country are writing about as the new school year opens.)
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Help For New Orleans

As we are getting the first morning light's view of the devastation, it's clear that New Orleans and Mississippi are in a terrible way.
I know our government, which in many ways is merely the collective face of us as neighbors, will rally to help. And so will the American Red Cross. If you can, please send them a bit. (If I find myself watching a disaster on the news for several hours over a day or two, I feel obligated to send something-- even the price of a movie ticket. I'm not equating a disaster to a movie, but these people's suffering has occupied my time. I feel it's only right to contribute in some small way.)
I resent my tax dollars and insurance premium dollars going to people who keep rebuilding flimsy homes in the face of brutal nature, like the woman in Florida I saw last week who casually looked at her beach house, destroyed for the third time, fully confident that we would pay to have her luxury home rebuilt. Or who allow unsecured trailer parks in a hurricane alley; put in a building code, and then we'll talk.
But these poor people in New Orleans and Mississippi never had a chance. No building code would have saved these homes and businesses. I have no problem lending a helping hand to these neighbors. I hope we do so quickly, and I hope the fears of hundreds of dead are wrong.
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Sunday, August 28, 2005

Thinking of New Orleans

I have written previously of our trip this Spring to New Orleans. Jazzfest. Incredible food. Music. Energy. Wonderful people.

As this hurricane bears down on the Big Easy our thoughts and prayers are with them-- may the people be safe and the property damage be manageable.
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Army Recruitment: The True Story

I came across the article yesterday. I thought it provided interesting insights on the dedication of the brave men and women defending our country (a story which cannot be told often enough) and the danger of the liberal bias of our Mainstream Media (also a story that cannot be told too often).

by Ralph Peters
August 23, 2005 -- WHAT was the big "Iraq" story in August? Which vital issue got the most air-time and ink? The camp-out of a sad, tormented woman who had lost her son, her marriage and her judgment.

The media pounced on poor Cindy Sheehan in an anti-Bush, anti-war frenzy. The disappointment was obvious when she decided to go home.

What should have made headlines? It would've been nice to see more attention devoted to the complexity and importance of drafting a new constitution for Iraq. But my nomination for the "Greatest Story Never Told" is a quieter one: Locked in a difficult war, the U.S. Army is exceeding its re-enlistment and first-time enlistment goals. Has anybody mentioned that to you?

Remember last spring, when the Army's recruitment efforts fell short for a few months? The media's glee would have made you confuse the New York Times and Air America.

When the Army attempted to explain that enlistments are cyclical and numbers dip at certain times of the year, the media ignored it. All that mattered was the wonderful news that the Army couldn't find enough soldiers. We were warned, in oh-so-solemn tones, that our military was headed for a train wreck.

Now, as the fiscal year nears an end, the Army's numbers look great. Especially in combat units and Iraq, soldiers are re-enlisting at record levels. And you don't hear a whisper about it from the "mainstream media."

Let's look at the numbers, which offer a different picture of patriotism than the editorial pages do.

* Every one of the Army's 10 divisions — its key combat organizations — has exceeded its re-enlistment goal for the year to date. Those with the most intense experience in Iraq have the best rates. The 1st Cavalry Division is at 136 percent of its target, the 3rd Infantry Division at 117 percent.

Among separate combat brigades, the figures are even more startling, with the 2nd Brigade of the 2nd Infantry Division at 178 percent of its goal and the 3rd Brigade of the 4th Mech right behind at 174 percent of its re-enlistment target.

This is unprecedented in wartime. Even in World War II, we needed the draft. Where are the headlines?

* What about first-time enlistment rates, since that was the issue last spring? The Army is running at 108 percent of its needs. Guess not every young American despises his or her country and our president.

* The Army Reserve is a tougher sell, given that it takes men and women away from their families and careers on short notice. Well, Reserve recruitment stands at 102 percent of requirements.

* And then there's the Army National Guard. We've been told for two years that the Guard was in free-fall. Really? Guard recruitment and retention comes out to 106 percent of its requirements as of June 30. (I've even heard a rumor that Al Franken and Tim Robbins signed up — but let's wait for confirmation on that.)

Of course, we'll hear stammering about an "army of mercenaries"— naive, uneducated kids lured by the promise of big retention bonuses. That's another lie told by the elite to excuse themselves from serving our country in uniform.

The young men and women who have been through the crucible of combat — often on repeated deployments — are hardly naive. Their education levels exceed the American average. And, as of Aug. 2, the Army had spent a 2005 total of only $347 million on Selective Re-enlistment Bonuses — that's weekend walking-around money for America's Fortune 500 CEOs.

Big bucks for risking your life? Not hardly. Only 60 percent of soldiers get any re-enlistment bonus. For the overwhelming number whose skills merit an extra incentive, bonuses runs between $6,000 and $12,400 per year of contracted service — per year of facing death, wounds, separation from family and uncertainty as to whether you'll ever see that family again.

A total of 643 soldiers with very special capabilities, from special operators to doctors, got an average payment of $57,000 — a fraction of what the private sector offers them for doing the same jobs at far less risk.

No, they don't do it for the money.

Guess we have to face it: Patriotism is alive and well. Soldiers believe in the Army, and they believe in their missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. They love their comrades, too. And yes, the word is "love." They would die for the man or woman serving beside them. They're risking their lives to save a broken state, to give tens of millions of human beings a chance at decent lives, to do the grim work that no one else in the world is willing to do.

Their reward? The Cindy Sheehan Extravaganza. Predictions of disaster. The depiction of Michael Moore as a hero and our soldiers as dupes. And a ceaseless attempt to convince the American people that there's no hope in Iraq.

The ugly truth is that much of the media only cares about our soldiers when they're dead or crippled. That's a story.

As you read this, 500,000 soldiers are on active duty because they chose to serve their country. Additionally, hundreds of thousands of Reservists and Guard members have been called into uniform. And they're all behaving as true soldiers do: Running toward the sound of the guns, not away from them.

We should be humbled by their choices, honored by their sacrifices, and proud of what they're fighting to achieve. Instead of the jerk's refrain "Support our troops, bring them home," the line should run "Support our troops, make their home worthy of them."

Our young men and women in uniform — in every service — deserve far better than we've given them.

- New York Post, 8/23/05


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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Rudolph Is A Coward

Eric Rudolph was sentenced yesterday for the horrible bombings at the Olympics and at abortion clinics. The families of the victims called him a coward.
They understated it.
He is worse than a coward. Put aside the incredible hypocrisy of killing innocent humans to ostensibly save other innocent lives, these were acts of a madman.
The acts, and this sub-human, need to be denounced in the strongest possible terms by all of us who believe in human dignity, in the rule of law and in the right of all innocent humans to life.
The acts, and this sub-human, need to be denounced most of all by those of us who oppose unrestricted abortion.
And so here is my denunciation of him and all of those who use violence, threats of violence and harassment as a tactic in this unending struggle.
If the argument is that human life, no matter how small, deserves dignity, it seems to me that bombings and hate mail and shouting obscenities at pregnant women is a horrid way to make a point. The right to life movement has, in my opinion, morality, decency and the historical pull of civilized people's protection of the weak on its side. Education of the public, the use of the ballot box and the Courthouse, learned discourse, appeals to the sensibility of a freedom loving people-- these are the tools we should use.
Not the methods of street thugs.
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Monday, August 22, 2005

Walkin' In Memphis

We took our eldest back to college this weekend. She goes to school in Nashville, a very nice city that we have now visited several times. Our purpose this weekend was significantly more limited than last year, when she was a mere freshman.

This year she had many things to do that didn't involve us, but we still wanted to see the room, the suitemates, etc. Make sure our each-year-a-little-less-a-child daughter was settled in.

But as nice as Nashville is, I want to start using our trips there as a springboard to see a part of the country we haven't ever seen before.

So after unpacking and hanging and putting stuff away, we left her in the hands of her suitemates and took our youngest with us on a three hour car trip to Memphis.

And my Year of Music continues.

Beale Street. Oh, my. It's Bourbon Street without the sex shops, three blocks or so of closed streets, incredible ribs and barbecue, and music. Soulful, bluesey. Hot and sticky.

We ate at the Blues City Cafe (good, not great); Corky's (oh, yeah!) and parked ourselves for ribs and beer and catfish and beer and old blues and Motown soul for several hours at B.B. King's. Outrageous.

Memphis itself is a bit run down. We don't usually take tours, but our time was very limited and we figured why not? It was terrible, and we dumped out halfway through-- but we did drive past Graceland, and the motel where MLK, Jr. was murdered. I'd pass on the formal tours.

Three things to definitely see or do, besides eat and drink:
  • Take the Gibson Guitar Factory Tour-- they take you into the actual factory. Very interesting.
  • Visit the Rock & Soul Museum-- Excellent, informative, fun and moving. Great for young music fans who don't have a handle on how music got to where it is today. Teaches without preaching, lots of multimedia, lots of great music.
  • Sit with a Big Ass Beer in W.C. Handy Park and listen to blues, blues and more blues for the cost of whatever you want to drop in the tip bucket.

Another thing we noticed-- the people were friendly and as warm as the weather-- and it was perhaps the most comfortably integrated place we've ever visited. The crowds, the bands, the people at work, the people on the streets-- no where did we see a group of single-race people.

One of the T Shirts we saw frequently hit it on the head: Not Black; Not White; Just Blues.

We'll go back, maybe for one of the festivals. But not in August. Un unh.

Too damn hot for these New Yorkers!

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Friday, August 19, 2005

Friday Quickies

....So Madonna and her horse, and....I can't finish it-- too damn easy.

....The Iraqis are fielding some criticism for not meeting the deadline for
ratifying their Constitution. After all, they've been at it for months now.

Put aside the 13 years between the Declaration of Independence and the ratification of our Constitution. Just remember this:

The Constitutional Convention met in Philadelphia in May, 1787 (and remember also--we had been a republican country for several years by then.)

The Convention lasted until September.

The Constitution wasn't ratified by sufficient states until July,1788, and didn't become effective until March 4, 1789, almost two years after the Convention started.

Now, granted, the Iraqis have our Constitution, and the British and other European models, to guide them along. But they also don't have the benefit of James Madison, Ben Franklin, Alexander Hamilton, George Washington, et al to lead their way.

I say give 'em a little leeway here.

....The collision between Carlos Beltran and Mike Cameron was maybe the worst collision I've ever seen. I haven't winced like that since W's first State of the Union address.

....Putting aside morality, ethics, beliefs, etc., and just considering pure unadulterated politics, the best thing for the Republican Party is if Roberts, and all future Supreme Court Justices, support Roe v. Wade.

As the great Lewis Black would say, let me repeat that: The best thing for the Republican Party is if legal abortion remains a Supreme Court dictate.

Why? Because popular belief aside, Roe didn't make abortion legal. It made it illegal for the states to ban it.

So if Roe gets overturned, it won't make abortion illegal-- it will merely return the issue to the states, where it had been from 1789 through 1973.

In 1973 every state had a law banning abortion. All 50. It wasn't a federal law-- it was 50 individual state's laws.

If Roe were overturned, every state would be faced with the decision of what to do with abortion, now, after 32 years of abortion-on-demand. Every state would become a battleground in a war where a majority (albeit a small one) support some level of abortion right-- ranging from rape, incest, health of mother to unfettered procedures.

The Democrats would win this battle in most states. Governorships and state legislatures would swing blue, blue, blue.
That's why, by the way, this is a bogus issue on the left as well. Do you ever see New York, or Massachussets or California, etc etc ever making abortion illegal again? You might see some common sense restrictions (for instance, here in New York a 14 year old girl can't get her eyebrow pierced without parental permission, or receive a Tylenol from the school nurse, but yes, she can get an abortion without her parents knowing about it), but a complete ban? Nope, not in too many places.

I have seen school board candidates, candidates for town and village offices, even sanitation commissioner candidates asked for their position on abortion. It is the defining issue of the last 35 years, the slavery issue of our century.

If people other than the 9 Supreme Court Justices had the power to decide this issue, the Republican Party would be in huge trouble. Huge.

So for party politics sake, the GOP should hope that Roberts won't vote to overturn Roe.
(This isn't an original argument on my part-- I heard it long ago in a somewhat different form, but I don't recall the source-- if anyone knows it, speak up so I can give credit where Machiavellian credit is due!)

....And finally, a quote from the great Theodore Roosevelt:
The Constitution was made for the
people and not the people for the Constitution
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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Waiting

Two quick posts-- first, I really had no opinion about the Cindy Sheehan blockade at first-- though I will admit each day she seems to push me further away from sympathizing with her.

I am waiting to read Jen Martinez' take on the subject-- her site is where I go for info from a troop's-eye level. If you have time, and you haven't done so before, take a peek at her site-- it's amazing.

Another site well worth a few moments is A Constrained Vision. Written by a self-proclaimed "Fourth Generation Jewish Republican, Third Generation Economist, Second Generation Blogger, First Generation Blue Devil" this is perhaps the best written, most consistently-high-quality site I've come across. Intelligent, serious, well-researched and thought-provoking, this is a must-read site.

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Tuesday, August 16, 2005

The Clinton Shuffle

What is the Clinton Shuffle?

Yesterday I referred to a post by Rossputin regarding Hillary's Presidential ambition. He thought Hillary might have a problem during her Senatorial re-election campaign in handling the question about whether she was going to run for President.

The "predicament" has two parts-- one, if Hillary says she isn't going to rule out a run for the White House, will New Yorkers hold it against her. I said no.

The second part is, what would be the affect on Hillary if she says no, I will not run for the Presidency, I will finish my term in the Senate, etc., and then runs. Will her reversal, or lack of candor/truth hurt her?

Nope. She'll just do the Clinton shuffle.

What is the Clinton shuffle? You've seen it, at least a dozen times. It goes like this:

The Clintons are faced with the exposure of an embarrassing situation, or an abject falsehood.

Their first response, always, is to tell a big lie. A lie waaaaaaay far from the truth.

(To do this visually hold your left hand in a fist right in front of you--that's "the truth". Now extend your right hand out sideways as far as you can--that's the Clinton's first response.)

Now each day, as more facts are uncovered, or as people start blowing holes in the Clinton's first response, they issue a "clarification". That second response is marginally closer to the truth than the first lie, but not by much. (If you are doing the visual demonstration, slide your right hand in an inch or two.)

This pattern continues for a while; day by day, the Clintons come a bit closer.

However, when they get within say a foot of the truth, they throw up their hands and exclaim in exasperation "This is ridiculous! We've answered these questions dozens of times now. The people are tired of all of this harassment. We have to get beyond this issue and talk about the things that matter to this country."

And it works. Again and again and again. They always lie initially. They always shave the story as pressed. They never ultimately tell the truth.

It's the political version of the rope-a-dope. And we're the dopes.

Where has this been done? Off the top of my head: the cattle futures scandal; the I-didn't-inhale stupidity; the draft dodging story; the missing billing records; Monica; the firing of the travel department workers; Craig Livingston; the pardons-for-sale, including the Hassidim from upstate New York; the campaign money from China, the Lippo group and the Buddhist monks; the gifts to the Library; etc. etc.

That's the Clinton shuffle. Watch for it.

How might it happen with Hillary?

Here's the scenario: Hillary says when pressed: I have no intention of running for any office other than the Senate. I love my job and I want to keep doing great things for New York.

She wins re-election, then promptly announces her candidacy for President.

When asked about her prior statement, she denies ever having said it.

When shown the videotape a couple of days later, she says, well, you've taken that bit out of context.

When the whole tape is revealed, she says, well, at the time I had no plans, but the state of the nation requires me to act.

When the documents are revealed that she had a committee all set up months before the videotaped statement, she says, that was merely an exploratory group, not sanctioned by me.

When the notarized statements are produced detailing her involvement, she'll throw up her hands, exclaim in exasperation "Really, this is just Republican harassment! I've answered questions about this for two weeks now! There are much more important things to discuss, like how we're going to feed, clothe, insure, etc everybody, can't we just move along and get past this?" (There will also be personal attacks on the people giving the statements, but that's another story).

Sound familiar?

In my lifetime I've had the privilege of watching Magic Johnson and Larry Bird and Michael Jordan play basketball, Wayne Gretzky play hockey, Muhammed Ali box, Tom Seaver pitch, Tiger Woods golf.

And I've heard the Clintons lie.

Greatness comes in many forms .
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Monday, August 15, 2005

Hillary & The Senate Run

My fellow HCBA member Rossputin recently posted that he thought Hillary Clinton was going to have difficulty during her Senate reelection campaign answering questions about her Presidential campaign. He opined that if she says "yes", she has Presidential ambitions it would hurt her here in NY, and that if she says "no", it will hurt her later in the Presidential campaign to have gone back on her word to the people of New York.
I feel it's a non-issue. Rossputin was kind enough to highlight our exchange.
There are two issues here: one, will her quest for the White House hurt her here in NY? and two, will lying about those plans hurt her later?
I'll write about the second part tomorrow-- on what I call the Clinton Shuffle.
But for today, the short answer is her Presidential ambition will decidedly not be a factor here in NY.
New Yorkers don't care if a politician seeks higher and further office, nor should we.
We're not signing a young pitcher that we have to train and invest money and time in. Nope, we're hiring you for the job, right now. Want to run for the Presidency? Knock yourself out.
Maybe there are other places where you have to pledge your undying loyalty to the job in order to win it, but with few exceptions, not here. One of the few exceptions? Maybe Mayor of New York City. We kind of understand that being mayor is a full-time job.
Heck, we don't even care if you are from New York, especially if the job is US Senator. Maybe it's because so many New Yorkers are recent transplants, both from overseas and from the hinterland. Whatever the reason, we have elected in my lifetime Robert Kennedy (Mass.), James Buckley (Conn.) and Hillary (Ark. by way of Ill.). Even our first Senator, Rufus King, was a carpetbagger.
We don't care if someone runs for higher office. Nor should we.
If Hillary's campaign creates more contacts, more people who owe her favors, more chits she can call in, more visibility (not that she needs it, but this holds for others besides Hillary) then even an unsuccessful campaign should help our state.
Of course if she should, God forbid, win, that also should result in greater benefits for us (though since she isn't grounded here in NY, I'm not sure that would happen. Hillary, and maybe Colin Powell, are probably the only two truly national candidates, candidates known and admired --or hated-- nationwide without a strong home base in any particular state.)
There are three factors then which make Hillary's future ambitions irrelevant to New Yorkers.
First, money. A national campaign should bring money to the state, in terms of jobs for New Yorkers, headquarters, ad buys, etc. Again, win or lose, there is the possibility of a greater share of the federal pie.
Second, we understand that politics is the profession of the politician. New Yorkers live in a vibrant, fluid work environment-- few people work for the same company all their lives, or expect to. We understand that you have to keep an eye out for the next gig, and it's OK, as long as you do the one you have well. So a politician dreaming of higher office doesn't faze us.
Finally, I think New Yorkers intuitively understand that when you come right down to it, except at budget time, the U.S. Senate doesn't require a person's undivided attention. If a Senator takes three months off, the Social Security checks are still going to go out on the third, the Army will keep protecting us, the National Parks will still be open. There is a difference between legislative and executive positions. And we even differentiate between the executive jobs that need somebody there 24/7, and those that do not.
Mayor? Full time job.
Governor? Give us 6 months of hard work and we're OK. Just fly back for any disasters and we're cool.
U.S. Senator? Please. It's the second best job in America, right after elementary school gym teacher. We've had Senators that spent more time in Israel than Washington (Javits) and more time on bar floors than on the Senate's (Moynihan). They were both beloved, admired and served longer than any other New York Senators.
Nope, Hillary's ambitions are known--and we don't care.
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Friday, August 12, 2005

Friday Quickies

...In the wake of a bridal shop that closed abruptly, leaving soon-to-be-brides stranded, a local news program did a story on wedding insurance.
Wedding insurance. "Not just for bad weather (but that's covered), this protects your deposits, attire, photographs and much more" says the website of a leading provider of this coverage.
Two thoughts leap to mind: 1-- there is simply too much money floating around this country.
2-- there is less a need for wedding insurance than there is marriage insurance.
I am happy to say, though, that had I purchased marriage insurance I would have lost-- my wife and I celebrate our 26th Wedding Anniversary today. She really should be considered for sainthood.
....It is so easy to criticize all things political, governmental, societal, etc., and I certainly do my share. But it's important to acknowledge when somebody is doing a good job.

Unlike for virtually any other form of natural disaster, we get incredibly detailed notice of hurricanes long before they are a threat to life and property.

Think about it. We start getting reports on hurricanes days, sometimes weeks, before landfall. So a shout out to the men and women of the
National Weather Service. Their work, and the work of others (including NASA and its satellites) save lives.

Could you imagine if we got the same warnings for tornados & earthquakes? Maybe someday.

.....So I am interviewing a very qualified candidate for an associate's position with my firm, when she mentions she is from Louisiana. I say really? I was just at... and she finishes my sentence with "Jazzfest". Hmmmm?

Apparently she had, in preparation for our interview, Googled me and read this blog.

Gulp.

I use my name here, which I know most people don't. I keep the site pretty clean (the next paragraph notwithstanding) and I don't write anything I don't stand behind.

I guess, naively, I never figured anybody would ever Google me.

Oops. Not very bright, am I?

....So yet another bastion of the American Catholic church has got himself caught up in a
sex scandal. The rector at St. Patrick's Cathedral, Monsignor Eugene Clark, age 79 (not a typo) seems to have gotten himself involved romantically with his married private secretary. She is 46 (also not a typo).

Now every comedian on TV has made some reference to the Church's relief that at least she is a an overage female, rather than an underage male. And I know it is a bit unfortunate that Clark was teaching a course, I kid you not, on relationships. Let them all have their fun.

I think the Church can put a positive spin on this. Think how attendance, and participation in the sacraments, will skyrocket if the church lets word slip out that in addition to bread and wine communicants can get their choice of Viagra, Cialis, etc.

....A New York Court has rejected an intriguing defense in a prostitution "madam" case-- the judge ruled that prostitution is not the same as pornography.

Interesting argument. And I think the judge got it wrong.

The Court held that prostitution is illegal because X is paying Y to have sex with X. Pornography is different, says the Court, because X (the producer) is paying actor Y to have sex with actor Z.

I don't see the difference. Putting aside the morality of both transactions, and putting aside whether or not either or both should be legal, I just don't see the difference between the two. Both are economic transactions in which somebody pays another to perform sexual activity. Seems to me we are hypocritical, and doing mental contortions equal to the physical ones of the people involved, to try to distinguish between the two.

....Got talked into taking my daughter back into the City last night for yet another band show, this time at The Knitting Factory on Leonard Street. Unfortunately, the band had thought they were going on at 8-- when we got there we found out they weren't going on until midnight.

No way.

I am too old to be staying out that late, then driving home, then getting up for work the next day. I told her we would stay for an act or two, but not til 1 am.

My daughter's disappointment was abated because hanging around in the hallway, waiting for their delayed gig, was the band. The members of
Paint By Numbers, a band out of Oregon, were wonderfully understanding about this old man's inability to stay up late, and were gracious and cordial with my daughter. And they were amazed she had "discovered" them long before their record deal, and that she has one of the 1000 CD's they had cut and sold in Oregon a couple of years ago--my daughter had found it in a used record shop here in town.

My disappointment was abated by a young man who, truth be told, appeared a bit stoned. My daughter and I were met by him at the door of the building (which houses 3 or 4 different bar/stage areas).

He asked us if we were going to be drinking that evening. I looked at him, pointed at my daughter and said "Her? No way. Me, I might have a beer. Why?"

He then, I swear to God, asked for proof.

From me.

My daughter about fell on the floor. I looked at him in stunned silence.

He repeated his request.

I dug out my wallet, flashed my license at him, and he stamped my wrist.

I got carded. At 47.

In the words of the immortal
Lewis Black, it's things like this that make me weep for my country.

.... And, finally, a quote from the great Theodore Roosevelt (apropos the National Weather Service):
Nine-tenths of wisdom consists in being wise in time.
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Thursday, August 11, 2005

My Year of Music

This has become my Year of Music. I didn't plan it that way, but that's how it's going.

I have always figured that your music, and your sports teams/memories kind of solidify in your teens, maybe early twenties. I think that is why, for instance, I have now purchased some albums in 4 formats (no, not 8-track-- but yes, vinyl, cassette, CD & MP3-- indeed, I know of at least two songs I have purchased 5 or more times-- as a 45, an LP, cassette, CD & MP3--and as part of compilation albums. Once you buy something 5 or 6 times, shouldn't the artist be required to perform it in your living room for you?)

Last night I took my younger daughter (15) and a friend into Manhattan, to the Lower East Side, to see a band, "
Band Camp" that they like. The room held about 150 people and it was packed. The band is pretty good, though not my cup of tea. The act before the one the girls wanted to see, Sun Domingo, I enjoyed more. (Although I'm not sure it helps a band's image to know that a 47 year old, married, father of 2, fat ol' suburbanite liked their stuff-- unless I was also a record company suit, which I am not).
I sat at the bar to give the girls some space-- though I was right at the door and had a clear view of the entire room, and them at all times. I nursed a beer with, literally, a set of foam earplugs in my ears. The kids had fun, and, like I said, the bands were entertaining. I truly enjoy bopping into the City on weeknights--it is certainly better than sitting on the couch watching another CSI rerun!

The year started with a great John Gorka concert, about which I've
previously written, and the discovery by my wife and me of Nadine Goellner, a wonderful young talent.

Then off to Jazzfest in New Orleans in April, which was spectacular for the music and the food!

We've been into the City a couple of times to see Nadine play in small clubs/bars. A couple of weeks ago my wife and I saw
Nanci Griffith at the Planting Fields Arboretum on Long Island-- simply a great show. She has been one of my favorites for about 20 years. I saw her once as part of a benefit concert, but she was ill and the great John Prine stole that show. It was a true pleasure to see her in a great venue, sounding amazing.

We have an upcoming trip planned to Nashville to drop my eldest off at college; we're going to take a day or two to swing by Memphis for some blues and BBQ. We haven't decided if Graceland is on the agenda or not. How can you not like Elvis, right? I mean, I do, but I never bought into that whole trailer park, Elvis is King, Elvis is alive, Elvis will rise again schtick. So I don't know. I guess we'll play it by ear, so to speak.

And, when it isn't causing me problems with our Armed forces, my iPod has breathed new life into my listening regimen.

My Year of Music-- and my free trip around the Sun-- more on that another time.
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

The iPod Terrorist

I received an iPod for my birthday in June.
It almost cost me my life a few weeks ago.
My eldest's summer job is with a company with offices in Times Square. Although it is a Monday-Friday gig, she was required to work 2 Sundays. The first was the weekend after the London subway and bus bombings.
Side note: In order to get the iPod to play through my car radio, I had purchased the Griffen FM bud. Simple to use, you plug it in the earplug hole of the iPod, set your FM radio to an open station and viola!, the iPod becomes a little FM transmission station.
The problem? Not too many open FM frequencies here in NY, so reception was terrible.
I upgraded to a PodFreq, which I highly recommend. It's a plastic case into which the iPod sits snugly. It has an antenna running up the back which, when extended comes out about 10 inches or so. You set the station on your radio, then use these two little buttons on the face of the PodFreq to coordinate with your radio. It works great!
So on this beautiful Sunday morning I tell my daughter, hey, don't take the train, I'll drive you. I figure it'll be a bit of face time with my daughter. We have a lovely trip in, I drop her off, and then treat myself to a quiet Sunday walk in Central Park.
So far, so good.
I finish my walk, purchase a steaming hot cup of coffee and climb into my wife's van for the trip home.
I'm crossing Manhattan, hot coffee in one hand, the iPod sitting in the PodFreq which is resting in the coffee cup holder, music blasting, no traffic, just zipping along.
As I cross one of the avenues I hit a humongous pothole. Hot coffee flies up out of the cup and lands on my shorts and bare legs. The PodFreq is violently bumped, knocking it off the station the radio was set to, so now instead of Bare Naked Ladies I have nothing but a wall of static pounding me from the dash.
I yank the van to the curb, braking hard. I grab some napkins and furiously swipe at the coffee burning my knees and shins. I then grab the PodFreq, with its large sturdy antenna pointing upward and start banging away at the little buttons, trying to get it back on the right station. It takes me a few seconds, but I get it.
With that I look for the first time to my left. Crossing the street, his rifle held across his chest, and walking directly to me is a soldier in full camouflage gear. Behind him are three other soldiers, all staring directly at me.
Then it hit me. They were posted at a bus depot. London. Van. High speed stop. Bearded guy doing something under the dash, then fiddling furiously with something that in fairness looks like a transmitter of some sort.
Gulp.
I opened the window, hands visible, big smile, yelling "Sorry! Sorry! Spilled coffee, spilled coffee!!", then got my big suburban ass away from the depot as quickly as I could.
OK, I know my life wasn't really in danger, but I certainly do apologize to those soldiers for causing them any concern. I've learned my lesson, too.
No more Bare Naked Ladies in the car.
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Tuesday, August 09, 2005

The Shuttle

As I write this, the shuttle is circling the Earth, waiting for some cloud cover to lift, waiting to come home.

Where I hope it stays evermore.

I hope beyond hope that these brave men and women return safely tomorrow.

And then I hope the shuttle never flies again.

NASA's manned mission program is a disaster. Successes such as the Hubble (after the corrective lenses) and the Mars Rover are proof that NASA can get it right, and that space exploration can be exciting and useful and expand our knowledge by leaps and bounds.

But somewhere along the line our manned program got hijacked. I know it was somewhere in the '70's, when this country started thinking small, that we abandoned our dreams. We let the spirit of Lewis & Clark be replaced by the practicality of a Philadelphia shopclerk. We lost our vision.

And so we wound up with a space program by committee, and the NASA that spawned the thoroughbred programs Mercury and Gemini and Apollo begat the camel-like shuttle. (I refer, of course to the old joke that a camel is a horse designed by a committee.)

I never understood the shuttle's mission. It was to fly into space and...return? I don't get it. It has never worked correctly (I remember all of the lost tiles even at the beginning) and it has needlessly taken too many lives. Now we hear it can't land because of low cloud cover? C'mon. Is there a commuter plane so humble, with a mission no more complex than flying bored salespeople to Des Moines, that can't land in a stormy fog, let alone clouds at 8,000 feet?

We never should have left the Moon. By now we should have a lab up there, a colony even. We should have built a huge telescope on the back of the Moon. We should have explored it like it was indeed a new frontier, not poked around and come home.

We should have stretched ourselves to Mars. Not just talked about--done it.

I think of the Europeans and their New World experience.

The Vikings, who undoubtedly landed here long before Columbus, looked around, grabbed some artifacts and left, not to return until Minnesota needed settling centuries later.

Will we go that way? Will others take up our charge? Will we watch Japanese or European or Chinese astronauts overtake us and flourish?

Will we be space's Vikings?

There are so many important reasons for manned (and unmanned) space exploration; others have said it better than I ever could (see
here and here).

There was a
West Wing episode in the second season, one where an exploratory satellite to Mars was lost. The discussion centered around why it was important to go to the Moon, and on to Mars. The Sam Seaborn character hit it on the head:

‘Cause it’s next. For we came out of the cave, and we looked over the hill,
and we saw fire. And we crossed the ocean, and we pioneered the West, and we took to the sky. The history of man is hung on the timeline of exploration, and this is what’s next.
We need real leadership here, bipartisan leadership. We need to set a mission, one that is just beyond our grasp, something we need to strive for. We need a manned space program with a clear, visible goal.
What will the benefits be? Who knows?

All I know is that the Vikings gave up before they got to see the mountains of West Virginia, before they experienced the Mississippi, before they gazed on the Grand Canyon. Could anyone have told them when they first left port the vastness that awaited them, the beauty, the riches? Would they have believed those tales? Weren't those brave people lessened by their short-sightedness?
I want a vigorous space program. I want our unmanned ships voyaging to the stars. I want to see a manned program that captures our imagination and lifts our hearts and thrills our souls.

I usually only end my Friday Quickies with a Teddy Roosevelt quote, but it's been a while, and I think this one is apt:


"Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat."
"The Strenuous Life"
8:15 am: The shuttle is home safe, thank goodness. But clearly this bucket of bolts should never fly again, and the mission of this troubled agency must be recreated.
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Sunday, August 07, 2005

Rafael Palmeiro

Yes, I've been away most of the summer. Many things happening, but I do miss this, and you all. I find I listen to the news composing posts in my head, so I suppose, my absence notwithstanding, this has gotten into my psyche.
I didn't think Rafael Palmeiro belonged in the Hall of Fame before the steroid suspension, but I could listen to the argument for him without much passion either way. Now I truly believe he doesn't belong.
I know he has 3,000 hits and 500 homeruns, but seriously, other than as a selection for a rotisserie league, has anyone ever uttered the words "Rafael Palmeiro" in response to the question "Name the top 10 players in baseball today"? Never. Not once in this guy's career.
His supporters said, pre-scandal, and will say again after this dies down, it's not his fault he has always played in back-water towns.
First, yes, it is his fault. Any number of times he has had the opportunity to sign with clubs that had a chance at the playoffs-- he has always refused. A guy who shuns the chance to win? That's the guy you think deserves to be in a room with Cobb and Ruth and Jackie Robinson and Gehrig and Berra and Gibson and Seaver and Mantle? Please.
When he has been in the playoffs, he has been...below average. Coming into this year, his 162 game average was 33 homeruns, 106 RBI's and a .269 batting average. Good (heck, I'll even give you very good) but not great.
But in the playoffs? In 22 games he hit 4 homers, 8 RBI's and a whopping .244. (That works out to about 29 homers over 162 games, which is close to his season average, but only 58 RBI's and 25 points off his already low batting average.)
And now we have him doing his Bill Clinton imitation in front of Congress (maybe it has something to do with the finger-wagging?)
No way.
If he goes in, then baseball has to let Shoeless Joe and Pete Rose in.
And I'll give you the names of two guys who deserve it before Raffy: Thurman Munson and Keith Hernandez.
I'd take those 2 any day, for any team. Neither ducked pressure and both were considered the preeminent player at their position during a good stretch of their careers.
Hell, I'd take Rafael Landestoy before I took Rafael Palmiero!
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