Ya gotta love Texas Governor Rick Perry's response to hurricane Dolly's category 2 landfall last night.
"These hurricanes can be highly unpredictable. We prepare for the worst and pray for the best," he said. "This is Texas. Our approach is to lean into these problems."
God bless Texas!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Ich bin ein Frankfurter
Hot dogging around the Middle East and Europe this week is the Senator from Illinoise with anchors from nbabcbs in close pursuit. It irked me yesterday to have Charlie reporting on hurricane Dolly's Texas landfall with the Holy City Jerusalem as a back drop. The implied message is that the center of the universe is wherever the new messiah is standing. Today it is Berlin.
Even Charlie's semisoftball question ("Rookie mistake?") didn't compensate for the affected gravitas that relocation conferred. BO gets to act presidential for the cameras, leaving it to McSame to simply react presidential, which is not the same thing at all.
Even Charlie's semisoftball question ("Rookie mistake?") didn't compensate for the affected gravitas that relocation conferred. BO gets to act presidential for the cameras, leaving it to McSame to simply react presidential, which is not the same thing at all.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Blue Monday
CO2 is acknowledged to be a greenhouse gas that is increasing rapidly in the atmosphere, contributing to global warming. CO2 is generated by among other things, human respiration, which produces about 2.2 pounds per person per day. If every person of the 6.6 billion souls on the planet were to hold their collective breath for one minute, the CO2 savings during the exercise would amount to 10 million pounds. Therefore, on January 14, 2008 at 12 noon local time every person on the planet is hereby encouraged to hold their breath for one minute. Persons with breathing difficulty may participate by holding for 15 seconds at four different intervals during the noon hour.
In addition to global warming, atmospheric CO2 feeds the rainforests, the kelp forests, the cornfields and switch grass fields growing renewable energy. This event will have no net effect on atmospheric CO2, and is proposed only as a feel good exercise in futility designed to keep people from tackling more environmentally damaging projects.
In addition to global warming, atmospheric CO2 feeds the rainforests, the kelp forests, the cornfields and switch grass fields growing renewable energy. This event will have no net effect on atmospheric CO2, and is proposed only as a feel good exercise in futility designed to keep people from tackling more environmentally damaging projects.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Christmas choices
Eddie stumped along the dark sidewalk in his jeans and work boots, his hands jammed deep into the pockets of his jacket against the December night. He had been working outside all day and the chill had settled into the soles of his feet. His foreman had just paid him for the week and he had three hundred seven dollars cash in his left front pocket. It was five days to Christmas.
Passing a house with a lighted tree in the front window he caught a whiff of wood smoke. That and the cold night made him think of warmth. Warmth made him think of heat, and heat made him remember the 2-day notice from the power company lying on the card table in his rented dining room. The dining room that doubled as his kitchen, living room, and bedroom. Keeping the lights and heat on would take all but twenty-six dollars of his pay.
But twenty-six dollars is more than nothing, and as he walked on past Smokie’s and heard the laughter and smelled the blend of stale beer and cigarette smoke, he wanted to drop inside, just to say hi, and to warm up. But it was five days to Christmas.
Instead he warmed up at the corner market. He had made a complete tour of the three short aisles before he started to thaw. He then set about gathering some supplies for the next week. The cheapest cut of meat is still too rich for twenty-six dollars and so he settled for beans and rice, a half gallon of milk, half a dozen eggs, a few other staples and some red apples for Buddy when he would come from his mother’s on Sunday. On the way to the checkout he weakened and threw in a chocolate bar. What’s Christmas without something sweet to share with your kid?
He chatted up the sales clerk for as long as he thought he could get by, then headed back out to the dark street. There were now two dollars in his jeans that didn’t already belong to somebody else. How was guy supposed to make Christmas happen on two dollars and change? He liked his job ok, but he hated never having enough to make it. He hated the cold. As he walked past a bell ringer he looked the other way. Charity wouldn’t be so bad if he could just once be on the other end of it.
Reaching the corner where he should turn down to his apartment, he stopped in a pool of light under the street lamp. He brushed the smeared mud off the toes of his boots while he debated with himself. Finally he straightened up and turned away from his street down toward the Fire House.
In one empty bay of the garage the Marine Reserves had set up a “Toys for Tots” distribution center. Long tables were piled with new unwrapped toys people had donated. When Eddie stepped inside it was bright and warm. He signed in and then took his time picking out something for Buddy.
Once he looked up across the table and recognized another man from the site. The big man with rough weathered hands was evaluating a bright pink box with a fashion doll inside. The man looked up and Eddie didn’t grin, but tossed him a nod of recognition. The little girl had a father that cared. That’s all Eddie saw.
Eddie passed up the toy cap pistol and chose a chubby teddy bear. He didn’t get to spend near enough time with his son, but the bear would. As he was making his way quietly back to the door, someone spoke and he turned.
“Do you want to wrap that?”
“Excuse me?”
“The bear, do you want to wrap it?”
One table was spread out with rolls of bright wrapping paper, tape and scissors. A woman ahead of him finished wrapping up an Elmo, and then it was his turn. Eddie chose the gaudiest paper he could find and using a good deal more than was needed managed to get all the corners taped down tight.
“How much?” Eddie ventured, praying under his breath that two dollars would cover it.
“All the paper was donated to us, sir. We couldn’t charge. God bless you.”
Eddie handed off the scissors to the big man with the pink doll and said, “Merry Christmas!”
May you know the joys of giving
and of receiving this Christmas.
We have all been given so very much
from God and from our fellow man.
Christmas is to share.
God bless you.
Passing a house with a lighted tree in the front window he caught a whiff of wood smoke. That and the cold night made him think of warmth. Warmth made him think of heat, and heat made him remember the 2-day notice from the power company lying on the card table in his rented dining room. The dining room that doubled as his kitchen, living room, and bedroom. Keeping the lights and heat on would take all but twenty-six dollars of his pay.
But twenty-six dollars is more than nothing, and as he walked on past Smokie’s and heard the laughter and smelled the blend of stale beer and cigarette smoke, he wanted to drop inside, just to say hi, and to warm up. But it was five days to Christmas.
Instead he warmed up at the corner market. He had made a complete tour of the three short aisles before he started to thaw. He then set about gathering some supplies for the next week. The cheapest cut of meat is still too rich for twenty-six dollars and so he settled for beans and rice, a half gallon of milk, half a dozen eggs, a few other staples and some red apples for Buddy when he would come from his mother’s on Sunday. On the way to the checkout he weakened and threw in a chocolate bar. What’s Christmas without something sweet to share with your kid?
He chatted up the sales clerk for as long as he thought he could get by, then headed back out to the dark street. There were now two dollars in his jeans that didn’t already belong to somebody else. How was guy supposed to make Christmas happen on two dollars and change? He liked his job ok, but he hated never having enough to make it. He hated the cold. As he walked past a bell ringer he looked the other way. Charity wouldn’t be so bad if he could just once be on the other end of it.
Reaching the corner where he should turn down to his apartment, he stopped in a pool of light under the street lamp. He brushed the smeared mud off the toes of his boots while he debated with himself. Finally he straightened up and turned away from his street down toward the Fire House.
In one empty bay of the garage the Marine Reserves had set up a “Toys for Tots” distribution center. Long tables were piled with new unwrapped toys people had donated. When Eddie stepped inside it was bright and warm. He signed in and then took his time picking out something for Buddy.
Once he looked up across the table and recognized another man from the site. The big man with rough weathered hands was evaluating a bright pink box with a fashion doll inside. The man looked up and Eddie didn’t grin, but tossed him a nod of recognition. The little girl had a father that cared. That’s all Eddie saw.
Eddie passed up the toy cap pistol and chose a chubby teddy bear. He didn’t get to spend near enough time with his son, but the bear would. As he was making his way quietly back to the door, someone spoke and he turned.
“Do you want to wrap that?”
“Excuse me?”
“The bear, do you want to wrap it?”
One table was spread out with rolls of bright wrapping paper, tape and scissors. A woman ahead of him finished wrapping up an Elmo, and then it was his turn. Eddie chose the gaudiest paper he could find and using a good deal more than was needed managed to get all the corners taped down tight.
“How much?” Eddie ventured, praying under his breath that two dollars would cover it.
“All the paper was donated to us, sir. We couldn’t charge. God bless you.”
Eddie handed off the scissors to the big man with the pink doll and said, “Merry Christmas!”
May you know the joys of giving
and of receiving this Christmas.
We have all been given so very much
from God and from our fellow man.
Christmas is to share.
God bless you.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Happy New Year, Nancy!
The silver lining to all of this is that the Speaker of the US House of Representatives, and she might not have considered this, but the Speaker doesn’t really get to say that much.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
St. Catherine's at the Getty
This winter the Getty is hosting an exhibit of icons and manuscripts from the ancient monastery of St. Catherine’s at the foot of Sinai. Part of the exhibit will reconstruct some of the ambiance of that sacred ground. I am curious to know if the most important piece of furniture from St. Catherine’s will make the trip. I refer, of course, to the famous holy wastebasket.
St. Catherine’s was built in the sixth century and is the oldest monastic site in continuous operation to the present day. Their collection of icons and manuscripts is the stuff of legend.
In 1844 Tischendorf was scouring the Near East for anything of value when he stopped by St. Catherine’s and happened to glance in the trash. Dumpster diving is not a new practice. What he saw there evidently made his voice tighten a little and his hands shake, because the monks in charge of the trash wouldn’t let him have all of it. He later dated the 43 leaves he was able to rescue as mid-fourth century copies of one of the oldest Bibles he had ever seen.
In the end, after twenty years of trying, out of St. Catherine’s at Mt. Sinai (though not out of the trash, out of the collection) came one of the oldest and most complete copies of the Scriptures still in existence, Codex Sinaiticus, now in the British Museum.
So, what’s in your wastebasket?
St. Catherine’s was built in the sixth century and is the oldest monastic site in continuous operation to the present day. Their collection of icons and manuscripts is the stuff of legend.
In 1844 Tischendorf was scouring the Near East for anything of value when he stopped by St. Catherine’s and happened to glance in the trash. Dumpster diving is not a new practice. What he saw there evidently made his voice tighten a little and his hands shake, because the monks in charge of the trash wouldn’t let him have all of it. He later dated the 43 leaves he was able to rescue as mid-fourth century copies of one of the oldest Bibles he had ever seen.
In the end, after twenty years of trying, out of St. Catherine’s at Mt. Sinai (though not out of the trash, out of the collection) came one of the oldest and most complete copies of the Scriptures still in existence, Codex Sinaiticus, now in the British Museum.
So, what’s in your wastebasket?
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