The Intermittent

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Thursday, July 27, 2006

THE WINNAH, AND NEW CHAMPEEN....

This is pretty much the greatest blog post ever, narrowly edging ahead of the previous title holder, "blog". Though I'll freely admit that I'm a biased judge; after all, I didn't spend a goodly portion of my undergraduate experience making fun of blog comment threads, but I did spend a goodly portion of it telling the "Fuck You, Clown!" joke while hanging out at the Duke of Perth on the northside of Chicago. Nostalgia beats innovation anyday.

What I can't figure out, though, is why I've always like the clown joke and yet found the Aristocrats so tedious; both are long winded anti-punch line kind of jokes. Though perhaps clowns are funny in a way vaudville isn't.

Also, unless my bleg down below gets some more help coming this way, it's entirely possible that my wedding reading will taken from that comment thread.
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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

F.I.B.A.R.?

The U.S. Olympic Basketball team was announced yesterday. I'm not thrilled by it. A step, in the right direction, yes. Better than the atrocity that went to Athens, yes. But still not what I would have chosen. And I have a blog, and people are supposed to respect and treasure my opinions; I feel very hurt. Call me, Coach K. We can still be friends.

Anyway.

If I were picking twelve--and limiting myself to people who might plausibly play, and who aren't injured, I'd load up my team this way: Paul, Wade, James, Battier, and Brand starting. Billups, Raja Bell, Joe Johnson, Dwight Howard, Chris Bosh, Trajan Langdon, and Ike Igoudala coming off the bench. This is, I think, a better mix of stars and role players with at least one above average skill than that assembled by Team USA. You've got seven guys who are threats from the international three point line. You've got speed. At least four guys who can semi-credibly claim to be stoppers. Two players with international experience, two players used to the Phoenix offense, three players used to the Duke defensive scheme. And none of them are head cases, and none of them are going to be thirty nine years old come 2008, unlike Bruce Bowen (who looked old this year).

I'll take my team and take my chances.
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A LONG TERM PLAN BASED ON SHORT TERM MEMORIES

Reading about plans like the yet another attempt to secure Baghdad--from which peace and prosperity will radiate outward towards the countryside on electric waves of love--it occurs to me that the basic premise of these plans is that the Iraqi people are functionally stupid. Or at least lacking in any semblance of long term memory.

Iraq is, by most credible estimations, in the grips of an ethnic civil wary. Iraqis are killing each other; and I think it does them a disservice to assume that there is no motive behind these killings. This civil war started for a reason: it's a contest for power, and, now, retribution. A great many people have died. And now they're supposed to forget what's happened, what they wanted to achieve? This strikes me as wildly unlikely. Forgetting would mean Iraqis are terribly stupid. Stupid people, having lied through a civil war that ended with neither side victorious, assume that it's over. Stupid people fail to notice that Americans will have to go home, someday. Stupid people don't take precautions to protect themselves from further violence once the Americans leave; stupid people don't form militias, stockpile weapons, and take whatever preemptive steps are necessary to ensure that, when the Americans leave, they aren't the ones who end up dead. Stupid people assume that the other side of the civil war will be equally stupid.

Stupid people forget that their neighbors had just recently been trying very hard to kill them.

I don't think that Iraqis are that stupid.

In the end, and with a massive commitment of resources we previously been unwilling to commit, we can maybe postpone a civil war. We can maybe manage it, maybe contain it for an election cycle or two. But we can't stop it. We can't make Iraqis stop rationally planning for the day the war will start again, or rationally taking steps in preparation of that day. We can't wave a magic wand and make everyone forget the past three years, no matter how much Bush squints and stomps and says the magic words. A civil war is largely unavoidable if the Iraqis are smart, because smart Iraqis will take stops to hedge against it coming back, or against the wrong side winning, and these steps will necessitate that the war continue.

But then again, we have an elected leadership stupid enough to premise a plan on Iraqi stupidity, so maybe there's hope still. A rallying cry for the future: let's hope the Iraqis are as dumb as us!
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Monday, July 24, 2006

THINGS ONE LEARNS AT TWO A.M.



There are things out there which make Yngmie Malmsteen look like the height of cool.

Though on the other hand, were I eighteen years younger and jazzed on Mountain Dew and Dungeons and Dragons modules, you know: maybe.
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Sunday, July 23, 2006

BLEG

Friends have asked me to read something at their wedding. The catch: they've left the actual text up to me. Not even a general sense of what they want. So. After wracking my feeble mind, I've decided to turn to the experts: you.

I'm looking for something maybe a minute or three in length, prose or verse. The celebrants aren't religious, nor are they overly sentimental; they do, though, aspire to a certain amount of sophistication. On the other hand, the crowd is fairly diverse in both education and background, so I'd like to keep things at least somewhat obvious. No overly involved metaphors, thanks, or things that will make me seem like a self-absorbed tool. I'll save that reveal for the reception.

Suggestions?
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Saturday, July 22, 2006

INTERMITTENT PARENTING TIPS: THE WORST PART.

The worst part is the fear. People talk about the crying, about being up all night, about carrying the kid around; but really, when it comes down to it, that's just work. Tasks to get done. Stay awake until she falls asleep, then stay awake again at work: repeat. It's discomfitting but ultimatley endurable, because your ability to succeed at it is limited only by your ability to work at it.

No. The worst part is the fear; going to sleep after I've put her down and worrying about everything she hasn't done yet. All the things that could be wrong, that I'll never fix. And then being angry at myself for the paranoia, for the purely irrational fear that I feel, then feeling guilty at the knowledge that the fear is at heart a species of selfishness. Laying there under the covers scared and angry and guilty.

The Lass hasn't smiled yet. She's not cooing. She seems to be so sealed off emotionally. And I know I'm projecting my fear onto her, and magnifying the bits that terrify me. Patience, or so I've been told. And I understand that, in the rational part of my brain. I do, really. All babies at their own times; except for the ones who never do. I worry. Constantly, but more fervently at night. And I'll worry until she smiles at me, then I'll find something else to worry about.

The worst part is the fear.
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