Is it me or does 21,500 additional troops in Iraq sound like there will be any impact? Four or five brigades sounds impressive to a non-military guy like me but will those numbers mean anything to the insurgents? The proposal not only feels like the last ditch effort for the US's plan in Iraq, it feels like just enough to lose. Those are Mickey Kaus' formulation and he makes sense. Also, do any hard core Neocon truly believe that 21K soliders and Marines will make a dent in the chaos of Iraq?
John Derbyshire of National Review also thinks that with the latest speech, Syria and Iran have absolutely nothing to fear from us at all. Why are we now only securing the Iran and Syria border after a bloody three-year war. And that makes perfect and depressing sense.
Want more insight in how we got here? Check out Fiasco by Thomas Ricks. It seems like every bad decision we could made was pursued vigorously by the present administration. Their incompetence was truly stellar and prescient.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
The Urge to Surge
President Bush is expected to propose a surge of US troops for the next 18 months in Iraq. The only question is the number of troops the President is finally willing to bring to the failed state. Will it be 20,000 troops, as most media reports hint at, or will it be the 100,000 troops that some extreme Neocons and anti-war critics have been saying? Tomorrow night will be a true numbers game.
So, if it is 20K or 100K, the question remains: will it work? Frankly, I have my doubts.
Iraq seems to be a hopeless cesspool and I doubt more bodies from the Army and Marines will make a dent in the ciivil war and insurgency. Who exactly are we supposed to surge against? The men who walk through the streets of Iraq and wave at our soldiers, and then at night they don masks and plant roadside bombs. How can 20K new troops make sense of this utter and confounding state of nonsense?
And there is one more question. Where do these troops come from? Our Army and Marine force are stretch thin and one must wonder where the Pentagon is hiding these troops. And one ultimate question remains: who do we shoot? Where do we point our rifiles? I doubt we will even find targets. But that's just me.
So, if it is 20K or 100K, the question remains: will it work? Frankly, I have my doubts.
Iraq seems to be a hopeless cesspool and I doubt more bodies from the Army and Marines will make a dent in the ciivil war and insurgency. Who exactly are we supposed to surge against? The men who walk through the streets of Iraq and wave at our soldiers, and then at night they don masks and plant roadside bombs. How can 20K new troops make sense of this utter and confounding state of nonsense?
And there is one more question. Where do these troops come from? Our Army and Marine force are stretch thin and one must wonder where the Pentagon is hiding these troops. And one ultimate question remains: who do we shoot? Where do we point our rifiles? I doubt we will even find targets. But that's just me.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Domino, in real time
It's the first day of the new year, the kids are inside after we took a walk around he pond across the street, I've poured a drink and fired up HBO On Demand. I am now live-blogging Tony Scott's Domino, the Kira Knightly bounty hunter pic. Ron Rosenbaum of the NY Observer loved this pic even though it hails from the brutalism school of cinema.
hey, I think I coined this term when I reviewd Man on Fire, Tony Scott's revenge epic starring denzel Washington. More on that later.
We're 10 minutes in and we see a bloody Kira Knightly holding a shotgun that is taller than she is and weighs just as much.
The edits are quick, the lighting is sickly flourescent, and the pacing feels like a caffeine jag. Kira looks sexy as hell and gives good jaw. She is paying the real-life bounty hunter who was the daughter of a famous British actor. Laurence Harvey? Wow, that's Jacqueline Bisset as her mother. Man, she was meant to be in movirs. Where has she been?
More later
hey, I think I coined this term when I reviewd Man on Fire, Tony Scott's revenge epic starring denzel Washington. More on that later.
We're 10 minutes in and we see a bloody Kira Knightly holding a shotgun that is taller than she is and weighs just as much.
The edits are quick, the lighting is sickly flourescent, and the pacing feels like a caffeine jag. Kira looks sexy as hell and gives good jaw. She is paying the real-life bounty hunter who was the daughter of a famous British actor. Laurence Harvey? Wow, that's Jacqueline Bisset as her mother. Man, she was meant to be in movirs. Where has she been?
More later
Saturday, December 30, 2006
On Saddam
Some thoughts on Saddam Hussein's execution and comments from various bloggers.
When I saw the news last night, I wondered who would show the video first, Al Jazeera or YouTube. Also, would YouTube show the clip or would it pass in order not to leave a bad taste in people's mouths. You can see people die in various war clips so why not the execution of a dictator? I saw one clip of a group of people huddled around a man lying on the ground. I thought he had had a heart attack until he exploded and sent body parts flying.
The reliable if wonky Josh Marshall asked this question:
Well, it all depends, Josh. If, lets say if, Iraq is a functioning democracy, then these last three bloody years will be forgotten in 50 years. If there is a truly Mulsim country with a functioning democracy and economy, then the current view of Bush-Cheney-Rumsfeld will be completely different than it it is now. Time will tell.
Marshall's compatriot David Kurtz noted that the executioners look like the terrorist goons from the Nick Berg beheading video. That was truly weird. Why not make it a more military affair with uniforms? Of course, anyone identified with Saddam's final moments will be a target but it does give a snuff film feel to the whole proceedings.
If you're in the mood for some disconnect frisson, go to the New York Times obituary of the dictator. For a newspaper that called the pending execution wrong, the obit is sober and clear-eyed and--yes--almost saber-rattling. If it had appeared in the National Review, no one would have blinked. Good for the Times to remember the brutality of this man.
Here are the first two graffs:
The Times should require Maureen Dowd, Paul Krugman and Frank Rich to read this obit everyday when their Bush-bashing columns are due.
Let's play politics. Does this help Bush's numbers, as some must be wondering? No. If there is small spike it will be short-lived. Saddam is gone, a chapter is closed but Iraq roils and rages due to sectarian violence. Will a surge of troops work? No one knows, but the despots around the region are certain that one of their own has died with no small part of US involvement. If this gives them pause, then much has been accomplished.
When I saw the news last night, I wondered who would show the video first, Al Jazeera or YouTube. Also, would YouTube show the clip or would it pass in order not to leave a bad taste in people's mouths. You can see people die in various war clips so why not the execution of a dictator? I saw one clip of a group of people huddled around a man lying on the ground. I thought he had had a heart attack until he exploded and sent body parts flying.
The reliable if wonky Josh Marshall asked this question:
What do you figure this farce will look like 10, 30 or 50 years down the road? A signal of American power or weakness?
Well, it all depends, Josh. If, lets say if, Iraq is a functioning democracy, then these last three bloody years will be forgotten in 50 years. If there is a truly Mulsim country with a functioning democracy and economy, then the current view of Bush-Cheney-Rumsfeld will be completely different than it it is now. Time will tell.
Marshall's compatriot David Kurtz noted that the executioners look like the terrorist goons from the Nick Berg beheading video. That was truly weird. Why not make it a more military affair with uniforms? Of course, anyone identified with Saddam's final moments will be a target but it does give a snuff film feel to the whole proceedings.
If you're in the mood for some disconnect frisson, go to the New York Times obituary of the dictator. For a newspaper that called the pending execution wrong, the obit is sober and clear-eyed and--yes--almost saber-rattling. If it had appeared in the National Review, no one would have blinked. Good for the Times to remember the brutality of this man.
Here are the first two graffs:
The hanging of Saddam Hussein ended the life of one of the most brutal tyrants in recent history and negated the fiction that he himself maintained even as the gallows loomed — that he remained president of Iraq despite being toppled by the United States military and that his power and his palaces would be restored to him in time.
The despot, known as Saddam, had oppressed Iraq for more than 30 years, unleashing devastating regional wars and reducing his once promising, oil-rich nation to a claustrophobic police state.
The Times should require Maureen Dowd, Paul Krugman and Frank Rich to read this obit everyday when their Bush-bashing columns are due.
Let's play politics. Does this help Bush's numbers, as some must be wondering? No. If there is small spike it will be short-lived. Saddam is gone, a chapter is closed but Iraq roils and rages due to sectarian violence. Will a surge of troops work? No one knows, but the despots around the region are certain that one of their own has died with no small part of US involvement. If this gives them pause, then much has been accomplished.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Aboard the yellow bus
One sign you've seen a good movie is how long it lingers in your mind after the DVD player is turned off. Regina and I saw Little Miss Sunshine and loved it. The performances were all terrific and the whole cast made it seem like they were a real family. Steve Carrell is wonderful as the Proust scholar who is recovering from a suicide attempt and Alan Arkin is a hoot as a grandfather who is thrown out of his nursing home for snorting heroin. I especially liked Toni Collette and Greg Kinnear as the parents of the little girl who wants to be in a beauty pageant in California.
Kinnear and Collette are desperately trying to keep their shit together and I can definitely relate. In fact, this was one reason I loved Edie Falco in the most recent episodes of The Sopranos. Her husband has been shot by his uncle and she doesn't know how she can cope. If she doesn't get an Emmy, there should be hearings.
Back to Little Miss Sunshine. I loved the small moments. Steve Carrell running like a true Proust scholar -- his strides are truly academic. The little girl Olive preparing her reaction when she wins her pageant. Alan Arkin's salty advice on love to his grandson, who has taken a vow of silence until he joins the Air Force Academy. The music is terrific and I've ordered the soundtrack from Amazon. Our neighbor has our Netflix copy and she told Regina she loved it and cannot wait to see it with her mother. No greater praise
Kinnear and Collette are desperately trying to keep their shit together and I can definitely relate. In fact, this was one reason I loved Edie Falco in the most recent episodes of The Sopranos. Her husband has been shot by his uncle and she doesn't know how she can cope. If she doesn't get an Emmy, there should be hearings.
Back to Little Miss Sunshine. I loved the small moments. Steve Carrell running like a true Proust scholar -- his strides are truly academic. The little girl Olive preparing her reaction when she wins her pageant. Alan Arkin's salty advice on love to his grandson, who has taken a vow of silence until he joins the Air Force Academy. The music is terrific and I've ordered the soundtrack from Amazon. Our neighbor has our Netflix copy and she told Regina she loved it and cannot wait to see it with her mother. No greater praise
Monday, December 25, 2006
This is your eight-year old on acid
Or playing with the photobooth camera on the new MacBook. She is one happy snowflake. Watch out, Dakota Fanning!
The Gadget Guy
Merry Christmas! The family had a wonderful morning and a nice slow day although Tim's newest word to his vocabulary -- MINE!!! -- was overused everytime his brother Matthew grabbed a toy or new keychain. The little one is learning to stand his ground, which is nice. That's him up there with me.
Santa brought Nora a new iPod Nano. Everyone thinks we're insane for giving an eight-year old an MP3 player but this is a test of her responsibility. If she can tke care of this, then she has cross a threshold. If she leaves it around for the boys or the dog to destroy, then we'll take it from her for a week. This is why we are loading some Beatles, Eric Clapton, and Green Day along with her Disney girl singer CDs. Besides, we added the iPod car kit -- a Frankenstein tape adapter that lets the iPod play inside your car's audio system. We'll be rocking down to LI tomorrow for Grandma and Grandpa Fest 06 in style.
I am truly loving the whole Apple MacBook and iPod toys this holiday. Everything works simply and simply works. It's a joy. My nephews gave me a Sony digital video camera and I cannot wait to shoot some fotage and edit it on my Mac. Add some music, some fades and special effects ... maybe I can get my job to give me a four month sabbatical so I can play with my new toy. What say?
Matthew took off his clothes in the kitchen just now. Not a new occurence but he clearly had something in mind. He was holding the box of the new snow tubes that we received from Aunt Maureen and The Boys. On one side was a pic of a person tubing down a snowy hill. The other side had a pic of a boy lounging in the tube in a swimming pool in the summer sun.
Hang tight, Matthew. Summer will be here soon enough. In fact the shortest day of the year was just last Friday or Saturday.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Duke debacle
The DA leading the investigation of the Duke Lacrosse Team rape case has dropped the rape charges against the accused players. Some charges remain but they look as weak as the more serious charge of sexual assault.
Clearly, DA Nifong has to be investigated and charged with malfeasance. While they are at it, the lawyers for the university had best prepare a settlement package for the accused players. I am no fan of over-priveleged jocks but they were clearly railroaded over a number of issues: race, privelege, jock vs brains, etc. The attorneys for the innocent players are going to be mighty busy counting their money, arranging interviews on The Today Show and clearing their names.
Clearly, DA Nifong has to be investigated and charged with malfeasance. While they are at it, the lawyers for the university had best prepare a settlement package for the accused players. I am no fan of over-priveleged jocks but they were clearly railroaded over a number of issues: race, privelege, jock vs brains, etc. The attorneys for the innocent players are going to be mighty busy counting their money, arranging interviews on The Today Show and clearing their names.
When good appliances die
It's inevitable, like the tides. Appliances in the home and other big ticket items all go belly up within weeks of one another. Last month, our gas stove died. It's six years old and yet the cost to repair the thing would be around $300. So, the new stove was installed this week.
What else? Well, the Sienna stopped producing any power and the service engine light came on. Needs a new tune-up and some cylinders. Six hundred bucks.
The washing machine has stopped agitating. It's at least 15 years old and probably not worth repairing. Do we hear five hundred?
There's a sustained leak in the main floor tub. I can only hope this is going to cost less than a new TV.
Thank goodness that an old Home Office Computing colleague has sent some extra work my way. I evaluated a pair of web sites for a firm who might hire his company to update their online content. Woo hoo, dead appliances will rise again.
What else? Well, the Sienna stopped producing any power and the service engine light came on. Needs a new tune-up and some cylinders. Six hundred bucks.
The washing machine has stopped agitating. It's at least 15 years old and probably not worth repairing. Do we hear five hundred?
There's a sustained leak in the main floor tub. I can only hope this is going to cost less than a new TV.
Thank goodness that an old Home Office Computing colleague has sent some extra work my way. I evaluated a pair of web sites for a firm who might hire his company to update their online content. Woo hoo, dead appliances will rise again.
Superman Returns
A day off from work before the holidays begin, a dog at my feet, a quiet house and wifi on my MacBook even if I don't know where the signal is exactly coming from. Could it be my new modem that the cable company installed a few months ago? The new MacBook seems to have a don't ask, don't tell policy with the source of its Internet connection.
I'm watching Superman Returns and am loving it. The director blessedly quotes from Superman and Superman II and the score by John Williams. They didn't finish the "Truth, justice and the American way" line and I wonder why they didn;t have Clark Kent finish the little mission statement. Too patriotic in an anti-American world? The producers probably figured audiences outside the US might not cotton to the idea. Right now, Lois is telling Superman that the world doesn't need a savior. Oh, really?
They're doing the Lois and Superman fly over Metropolis scene. The special effects are so smooth that even the obvious blue screen effects are seamless. His flying has a lighter touch and the CGI on his flowing cape is a wonder. Can't wait to see the rest.
I'm watching Superman Returns and am loving it. The director blessedly quotes from Superman and Superman II and the score by John Williams. They didn't finish the "Truth, justice and the American way" line and I wonder why they didn;t have Clark Kent finish the little mission statement. Too patriotic in an anti-American world? The producers probably figured audiences outside the US might not cotton to the idea. Right now, Lois is telling Superman that the world doesn't need a savior. Oh, really?
They're doing the Lois and Superman fly over Metropolis scene. The special effects are so smooth that even the obvious blue screen effects are seamless. His flying has a lighter touch and the CGI on his flowing cape is a wonder. Can't wait to see the rest.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
The Guilty Neocon
I must now come clean and confess that the war in Iraq, in clear-eyed retrospect, was an utter disaster and we should not have gone in and deposed Saddam Hussein.
Of course, I am glad that this brutal dictator will soon swing by the hangman's noose, but the situtation on the ground is far from perfect or even acceptable. We have failed the Iraqi people for the second time. We did not support the Kurds in the days and weeks after the first Gulf War and we have yet to establish order more than three years after the liberation of Iraq in the new millenium.
Three years ago, I fully believed the Neocon line that people want to live in freedom, that the Middle East needed a full-bodied democracy (Israel and Turkey excepted for obvious reasons) and that Saddam had weapons of mass destruction. I was duped.
Do I blame Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld? No, not particularly. They clearly had their world view and stuck to it. They either created the intelligence from whole cloth or ordered it to be delivered in such a format to adhere to their world view. I do blame Colin Powell, however. Powell knew when he addressed the United Nations, a corrupt and anti-US body --but still the standard-bearer for liberals and do-gooders everywhere.
Imagine if Powell had threateaned to resign if this report were published. Imagine if he told the President that he would not sell this shabby bill of goods to the general assembly of the UN? Imagine if he resigned and gave interviews to the fawning media for a month straight.
I doubt he would have stopped the war but he might have added a spine to the Democrats and the anti-war side of the Senate and House of Reps. Powell blew his shot.
Why? Was it the old soldier's loyalty? Was it the sweep of events and the accelerated news cycle? Did his old boss -- W's father -- get to him and say 'Proptect my boy?" Sadly, we won't know. Instead, we are stuck in a quagmire with no solution in sight. Would I want my son or daughter in Iraq, standing at a machine gun turrett on an unprotected Humvee in Baghdad? No, I would not. Put me up there.
Afterall I supported the damned farce and I should be the one to go. And hey, now that the Army has raised the enlistment age to 42, what is my excuse?
None whatsoever.
Of course, I am glad that this brutal dictator will soon swing by the hangman's noose, but the situtation on the ground is far from perfect or even acceptable. We have failed the Iraqi people for the second time. We did not support the Kurds in the days and weeks after the first Gulf War and we have yet to establish order more than three years after the liberation of Iraq in the new millenium.
Three years ago, I fully believed the Neocon line that people want to live in freedom, that the Middle East needed a full-bodied democracy (Israel and Turkey excepted for obvious reasons) and that Saddam had weapons of mass destruction. I was duped.
Do I blame Bush, Cheney and Rumsfeld? No, not particularly. They clearly had their world view and stuck to it. They either created the intelligence from whole cloth or ordered it to be delivered in such a format to adhere to their world view. I do blame Colin Powell, however. Powell knew when he addressed the United Nations, a corrupt and anti-US body --but still the standard-bearer for liberals and do-gooders everywhere.
Imagine if Powell had threateaned to resign if this report were published. Imagine if he told the President that he would not sell this shabby bill of goods to the general assembly of the UN? Imagine if he resigned and gave interviews to the fawning media for a month straight.
I doubt he would have stopped the war but he might have added a spine to the Democrats and the anti-war side of the Senate and House of Reps. Powell blew his shot.
Why? Was it the old soldier's loyalty? Was it the sweep of events and the accelerated news cycle? Did his old boss -- W's father -- get to him and say 'Proptect my boy?" Sadly, we won't know. Instead, we are stuck in a quagmire with no solution in sight. Would I want my son or daughter in Iraq, standing at a machine gun turrett on an unprotected Humvee in Baghdad? No, I would not. Put me up there.
Afterall I supported the damned farce and I should be the one to go. And hey, now that the Army has raised the enlistment age to 42, what is my excuse?
None whatsoever.
One Small Step for Mac
Okay, I have this glorious MacBook for less than a week, and I have been hiding it from the kids. Call me anal, but I do not want them to play with it. Sue me. So, I bring it out of the sock drawer where I keep it and I place it onto the bed. I turn away and Matthew steps onto the bed and walks across the mattress. He walked towards the laptop and places a foot on the white beauty and steps -- STEPS -- on the laptop and over it.
He walked on my new laptop, people!
I walk over -- okay, I do a fast walk/slow run -- to check my laptop. I open the lid, hit the Power button and notice in one second that there isn't a lightening strike line crack down the middle of the screen.
The MacBook is fine. Works well and just needs an owner who doesn't allow his son to use a new laptop as a doormat. Sorry, Matthew. This one is my fault, buddy.
He walked on my new laptop, people!
I walk over -- okay, I do a fast walk/slow run -- to check my laptop. I open the lid, hit the Power button and notice in one second that there isn't a lightening strike line crack down the middle of the screen.
The MacBook is fine. Works well and just needs an owner who doesn't allow his son to use a new laptop as a doormat. Sorry, Matthew. This one is my fault, buddy.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
The Lay of My Land
Quick Book Report: I am a third of the way through The Lay of the Land, Richard Ford's Frank Bascombe trilogy. It's a fine series of books and it deserves a place on the same shelf as John Updike's Rabbit novels. The sentences are longer in this installment ans yet the voice is friendly and so calm. Frank's second wife has left him for her first husband whom all thought was dead; he has two adult children; an ex-wife who is checking in with him and his health is at odds with his optimism. Or it might be the source of it. He has prostate cancer and he realizes that in his mid-fifties, he is in what he calls his premanent period.
I should continue on this book but I also bought A Conspiracy of Paper, a historical novel about intrigue at the London Stock Exchange in the 1800s. I read most of the author;'s other stock exchange and funy clothes novel, The Coffee Trader. It was good but it was due back at the library. I'll be returning to it.
Quick Gadget Report: I am typing this on my new Apple MacBook. I am in love but I think Nora may love it more. She wants to make movies, burn DVDs and load music on a pink iPod. She has asked Santa for it and I know for a fact that he will deliver. I have yet to plug in my Dell Jukebox, but my new Mac might die of laughter. I think there might be an iPod Nano in my future too.
Quick Blog Report: Kevin Drum had a good line about James Baker's Iraq Situation Group report. Has any document disappeared into irrelevancy so quickly? The retired SecDef Donald Rumsfeld says he hasn't read it but for the summary and the President clearly won't read it. Frankly, I doubt if even his father, a man who he adores, could talk him out of his position on Iraq.
Andrew Sullivan had a smart and frightening throwaway line, an aside on his blog. Perhaps we should leave and let the Middle East have the war that it so desperately wants. Could it comes to that? Clearly, oil plays a factor in our presence there though one must admit that we could have occupied the country without building a dictatorship and call it Shell Oil-stan. Who could stop us? Would we care about this irrational region if there were no oil is the question. The West would throw up its hands and allow the players to kill themselves much like what happens in Africa.
I should continue on this book but I also bought A Conspiracy of Paper, a historical novel about intrigue at the London Stock Exchange in the 1800s. I read most of the author;'s other stock exchange and funy clothes novel, The Coffee Trader. It was good but it was due back at the library. I'll be returning to it.
Quick Gadget Report: I am typing this on my new Apple MacBook. I am in love but I think Nora may love it more. She wants to make movies, burn DVDs and load music on a pink iPod. She has asked Santa for it and I know for a fact that he will deliver. I have yet to plug in my Dell Jukebox, but my new Mac might die of laughter. I think there might be an iPod Nano in my future too.
Quick Blog Report: Kevin Drum had a good line about James Baker's Iraq Situation Group report. Has any document disappeared into irrelevancy so quickly? The retired SecDef Donald Rumsfeld says he hasn't read it but for the summary and the President clearly won't read it. Frankly, I doubt if even his father, a man who he adores, could talk him out of his position on Iraq.
Andrew Sullivan had a smart and frightening throwaway line, an aside on his blog. Perhaps we should leave and let the Middle East have the war that it so desperately wants. Could it comes to that? Clearly, oil plays a factor in our presence there though one must admit that we could have occupied the country without building a dictatorship and call it Shell Oil-stan. Who could stop us? Would we care about this irrational region if there were no oil is the question. The West would throw up its hands and allow the players to kill themselves much like what happens in Africa.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
No Cure Afterall?
Feeling under the weather, I found myself doing something I never, ever do. I watched Larry King Live for more than five minutes. The guest was Dr. James Dobson, the ultra-conservative founder of Foundation of the Family.
King mentioned the disgraced minister Ted Haggard who was forced to step down after his drug-fueled rompings with a gay escort became news before the election. Dobson, a true man of God, says he didn't have the time to minister to Haggard as he returns to the fold. He admitted the process, which also includes curing Haggard of his desires, could take years.
The good doctor is just too busy.
Or perhaps he is too upset by the timing of Haggard's news or he knows that deep down these curing sessions almost never, ever work. As Josh Marshall points out, wouldn't a Haggard cure be a great endorsement for the post-gay crowd?
Some friend.
King mentioned the disgraced minister Ted Haggard who was forced to step down after his drug-fueled rompings with a gay escort became news before the election. Dobson, a true man of God, says he didn't have the time to minister to Haggard as he returns to the fold. He admitted the process, which also includes curing Haggard of his desires, could take years.
The good doctor is just too busy.
Or perhaps he is too upset by the timing of Haggard's news or he knows that deep down these curing sessions almost never, ever work. As Josh Marshall points out, wouldn't a Haggard cure be a great endorsement for the post-gay crowd?
Some friend.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
A Landwhat?!
Waters did its first ever German-language edition. As Europe becomes a true financial powerhouse -- too many regs in New York so launch that IPO in London, baby! -- Waters needed to expand its scope. Makes sense. As a NY boy, I tend to focus on Wall Street stories and my British-born publisher wants our magazine to be truly global. (How we can do this with three editors in NY and London is another matter).
So, we hire writers, one in Germany, and we create an issue. We hire a translation bureau and hire a proof reader who is skilled in the language. So far, so Teutonic.
Anyway, due to an editing and art direction (apparently) error, we have a serious typo on our cover. The cover!
Instead of saying, in German, Deutsche Boerse: A New Landscape, it seems that we dropped off the letter T in the last word.
It reads: Deutsche Boerse: A New Land Sheep.
So, we hire writers, one in Germany, and we create an issue. We hire a translation bureau and hire a proof reader who is skilled in the language. So far, so Teutonic.
Anyway, due to an editing and art direction (apparently) error, we have a serious typo on our cover. The cover!
Instead of saying, in German, Deutsche Boerse: A New Landscape, it seems that we dropped off the letter T in the last word.
It reads: Deutsche Boerse: A New Land Sheep.
The Nov-Dec Book Dilemma
Okay, I've finished a great novel -- The Emporer's Children by Claire Massud -- and I am still looking for another great one. I picked up Elmore Leonard's Mr. Paradise at JFK on the way to London because he's great for some downtime and I like those trade paperbacks. But where is my next great book?
I have Lay of the Land by Richard Ford and that looks promising. Picked it up in London and iot has one of those fabric bookmarks. So classy and sa doamned annoying. I don't know what to do with the thing! I could cut it off but hey, that's not nice. I ordered an old copy of Seeing Calvin Coolidge in a Dream by paleocon John Derbyshire. I like the Derb's comments on The Corner of the National Review web site and this is supposed to be a charming little book, but we'll see.
In the mean time, the object of my lust is this: A new MacBook. There's a program at work that allows you to buy one at a discount and a few dollars are taken out of each paycheck to pay it off. Way cool. All I see when I look at this baby are the novels I want to write, the podcasts and songs to record for my fan base, and the videos to shoot and edit. See? I am not even a Mac owner and I'm already insufferable.
London Times
Being in London during the 06 elections and you feel a tad under water. The Beeb reported the main news -- good day for dems, bad for W -- but they didn't report the races I wanted to hear about.
In Westchester, my son's therapist's brother-in-law ran against a Republican, Sue Kelly. He's John Hall, the lead singer of Orleans. I had to wait to read about his return. It turns out that Kelly ranaway from a reporter on video when asked about Mark Foley, the congressman with a thing for teenage pages.
I was also interested in the Attorney general race. I liked Jeanine Pirro as the Westchester AG but she ran a lousy campaign against Hillary that even George Pataki urged her to drop out. And she was caught on tape urging a top NYPD official to bug her husband's yacht because of a long-brewing affair. Jeanine P is one of those odd contradictions: she fights for women's rights, she is smart and tough but seems addicted to her scumbag husband. That is why her initial race with Hillary would have been something to watch.
Still, couldn't vote for Andrew Cuomo. He needs to be stopped and now.
London was fun. The weather held out and it's a city with a ton of energy. The neighborhoods last for about a block or two and I cannot walk for long without getting lost. Oh, but for NYC's grid system...
Not all was fun for some. One morning, outside the hotel, a maid was furiously scrubbing the sidewalk. According to the clerk, there had been a stabbing. Couldn't wait to get back to Manhattan after that.
But even that didn't compare to a cab ride where I was lectured on the ultimate terrorists, George W. Bush. He ranted about the terrors of the F-16 and the B-52 bomber and no one mentions that. "And don't get me started on bloody Israel." So, here it comes. I paid the fare and he said that one day Americans would be lucky enough to go to Cuba like the rest of the world. Ah, sweet Cuba. Fine cigars, teen prostitutes and jails for homosexuals. Sounds so civilized, no?
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Can She Be Stopped?
Okay, let's talk Hillary. Pundit and editorialist John Podhoretz has a new book dedicated to the post-Senate career of Hillary Clinton -- Can She Be Stopped? -- and he is not hopeful for the Republicans in '08. Can she be stopped indeed? My question is, should she?
I didn't vote for the First Lady back in 2000 -- not because she was a carpetbagger who looked like she was about to hurl when she talked about her favorite team, the New York Yankees. I didn't vote for her because she was a liberal hell-bent on turning us into Sweden or France. So, why the Lazio support?
I didn't feel that the senate seat of my state should go towards marriage therapy. When a man cheats on his wife and humiliates her, he has to make some amends and offer some gifts. A promise to never cheat again; time in a therapist's couch; a nice cruise or a convertible and boob job. These are all understandable concessions, but the senate seat for the state of New York? No, thank you.
That said, Hil has been a fine neo-con senator. She supported the war in Afghanistan and the liberation of Iraq. (I am sure she overheard or sat in on some scary Saddam horror stories as First Lady and brings them with her in the well of the Senate). She has supported the troops and done a fine job of bringing defense dollars to a job-strapped upstate New York.
So, why won't I vote for her?
Simple: she is going to turn.
In order to get the nomination, Sen. Clinton will have to renounce the Bush administration, her vote on the war and the efforts the troops are making in trying to build a democracy in a land that has known a brutal dictator for the past three decades.
She must accept the nod of Cindy Sheehan, Michael Moore and the folks of the MoveOn and others. Just look at the pathetic response Sen. John McCain received at The New School in Madison Square Garden. For a liberal institution where an open mind to different ideas is supposed to be cornerstone of the school's mission, the senator and war hero was mocked and heckled for his calls for civility and tolerance. Does Sen. Clinton really think that those students or anyone who reads The Daily Kos will ever vote for her with her pro-America record?
After she wins her senate race in New York, she will move to the center and then rush to the Left faster than a feminist at an autograph session for the WNBA.
Turn, turn, turn.
I didn't vote for the First Lady back in 2000 -- not because she was a carpetbagger who looked like she was about to hurl when she talked about her favorite team, the New York Yankees. I didn't vote for her because she was a liberal hell-bent on turning us into Sweden or France. So, why the Lazio support?
I didn't feel that the senate seat of my state should go towards marriage therapy. When a man cheats on his wife and humiliates her, he has to make some amends and offer some gifts. A promise to never cheat again; time in a therapist's couch; a nice cruise or a convertible and boob job. These are all understandable concessions, but the senate seat for the state of New York? No, thank you.
That said, Hil has been a fine neo-con senator. She supported the war in Afghanistan and the liberation of Iraq. (I am sure she overheard or sat in on some scary Saddam horror stories as First Lady and brings them with her in the well of the Senate). She has supported the troops and done a fine job of bringing defense dollars to a job-strapped upstate New York.
So, why won't I vote for her?
Simple: she is going to turn.
In order to get the nomination, Sen. Clinton will have to renounce the Bush administration, her vote on the war and the efforts the troops are making in trying to build a democracy in a land that has known a brutal dictator for the past three decades.
She must accept the nod of Cindy Sheehan, Michael Moore and the folks of the MoveOn and others. Just look at the pathetic response Sen. John McCain received at The New School in Madison Square Garden. For a liberal institution where an open mind to different ideas is supposed to be cornerstone of the school's mission, the senator and war hero was mocked and heckled for his calls for civility and tolerance. Does Sen. Clinton really think that those students or anyone who reads The Daily Kos will ever vote for her with her pro-America record?
After she wins her senate race in New York, she will move to the center and then rush to the Left faster than a feminist at an autograph session for the WNBA.
Turn, turn, turn.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Treats for the Senses
Some things I am enjoying these days:
Eyes: I saw two terrific DVDs, courtesy of the Briarcliff Manor Library. Sylvia, everyone's favorite angsty poet/pre-feminist martyr starring Gwyneth Paltrow, and Swimming Pool starring the ever alluring Charlotte Rampling and some French chick who spends half the movie topless. Both flicks deal with writers trying to make sense of their inner worlds and the female leads wer both wonderful. Paltrow looks wonderful as a honey blonde and she captured Plath's ambition and ultimate breakdown. Rampling not only doesn't wear any make-up, she seems to have been dipped in khaki. Despite this near-criminal act, she remains ever mysterious and radiant. For you Rampling Fetishists, go kill an hour here.
Ears: Just ripped the debut disk from Arctic Monkeys and it sounds like fast, lean punk played by kids who never heard the word 'irony.' Just what the doctor ordered.
Taste: I attended a cocktail party and asked for a scotch. The bartender -- a slim Asian gal hired to fit the modern Japanese theme of the slick restaurant -- said "I knew you were going to order that." After a Glen Livet, I ordered a Johnny Walker Black. Mmmmm.
Smell: Bought a dozen bars of Ivory Soap. If you don't feel clean after using the best soap on the planet, you have OCD, my friend.
Feel: Right now I am loving Lightning Fields by Dana Spiotta. She writes about three women trying to make sense of life in late 90s LA. One character is a personal shopper for businessmen with too much moeny and no taste. She expands to specialty restaurants that cater to people's specific dietary needs and only seats four people a night. Models and actresses quake as they thank her for cooking their macrbiotic meals so that they consume hearly zero calories in the course of a $600 meal. Little do they know that the chef uses a stick of butter in each meal.
Eyes: I saw two terrific DVDs, courtesy of the Briarcliff Manor Library. Sylvia, everyone's favorite angsty poet/pre-feminist martyr starring Gwyneth Paltrow, and Swimming Pool starring the ever alluring Charlotte Rampling and some French chick who spends half the movie topless. Both flicks deal with writers trying to make sense of their inner worlds and the female leads wer both wonderful. Paltrow looks wonderful as a honey blonde and she captured Plath's ambition and ultimate breakdown. Rampling not only doesn't wear any make-up, she seems to have been dipped in khaki. Despite this near-criminal act, she remains ever mysterious and radiant. For you Rampling Fetishists, go kill an hour here.
Ears: Just ripped the debut disk from Arctic Monkeys and it sounds like fast, lean punk played by kids who never heard the word 'irony.' Just what the doctor ordered.
Taste: I attended a cocktail party and asked for a scotch. The bartender -- a slim Asian gal hired to fit the modern Japanese theme of the slick restaurant -- said "I knew you were going to order that." After a Glen Livet, I ordered a Johnny Walker Black. Mmmmm.
Smell: Bought a dozen bars of Ivory Soap. If you don't feel clean after using the best soap on the planet, you have OCD, my friend.
Feel: Right now I am loving Lightning Fields by Dana Spiotta. She writes about three women trying to make sense of life in late 90s LA. One character is a personal shopper for businessmen with too much moeny and no taste. She expands to specialty restaurants that cater to people's specific dietary needs and only seats four people a night. Models and actresses quake as they thank her for cooking their macrbiotic meals so that they consume hearly zero calories in the course of a $600 meal. Little do they know that the chef uses a stick of butter in each meal.
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