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Monday, January 29. 2007Monday Cocktail Hour LinksChina warns against "wine and women" at Olympics. I guess song is OK. A case against women's suffrage, at Althouse. Emotional, impulsive, and elections are a popularity contest, like high school. Is that true? Dumbest thing: he put the duck in the fridge without cleaning it. And now the bird has a name. Sheesh. Can he shoot it again? The debate about Iran's role in Iraq. Regime Change Iran From a piece at Driscoll:
Yeah, LA Times. Let's wait 'til they do something really bad. Ethanol and corn prices. Willisms Webb, and absolute vs. relative poverty. Betsy. Good point. Now that absolute poverty is gone in the US, the envy-mongers need to focus on relative poverty. What else can they do? Everybody is relatively poor, compared to someone. New black realism in a post-civil rights world. Hymowitz in City Journal. A quote:
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Yeah...LA has to be a prime target for terrorist who acquire the bomb, be it a dirty bomb or a La Bomba Bomb ...then let's hear what the LA Times has to say.
I'm sure the folks at Cantor-Fitzgerald were thrilled to read it wasn't a big event "They may still be frustrated by racism at times, but they’re functioning fine in the world they’re living in.”
So fine, I'm sure, that they want to give up affirmative action? OMG, forgive me for actually daring to suggest that merit and merit alone decide admissions, hiring decisions...So foully ethnocentric of me... I think I need a few drinks first before I can bring myself to click on that LA Times link. But since Bird Dog says song is ok, does anybody remember this one? I happily stumbled across an old tape with this song on it today. I have not heard it in years. The lyrics sort of fit todays cocktail hour themes too.
Kaatskill Serenade Where are the men that I used to sport with? What has become of my beautiful town? Wolf my own friend, even you don't know me This must be the end, my house is tumbled down. My land it was rich, but I wouldn't work it I guess I made a shrew of my wife My duty clear, I could always find some way to shirk it I dreamed away the best years of my life. Seems like only this morning, I went up into the mountains No word of warning just her usual curse I hated the house, with all her nagging and shouting But to be in this strange world is a thousand times worse. Where are the men that I used to sport with? What has become of my beautiful town? Wolf my own friend, even you don't know me This must be the end, my house is tumbled down. He called me by name, he bought me that cheaply He called me by name, I didn't know what to think I watched their loud games, and oh, I drink deeply Though no one had ever asked me to drink. And you know that stolen liquor, it was sweeter than whiskey Many times quicker, just put me to sleep. But drinking with strangers can be very risky My sleep it was long, it was twenty years deep. Where are the men that I used to sport with? What has become of my beautiful town? Wolf my own friend, even you don't know me This must be the end, my house is tumbled down. David Bromberg (How Late'll Ya Play 'til? ) © 1976 What a great song! How bout a rousing chorus of what shall we do with the drunken sailor next as the world goes to a warming hell in a handbasket.
Warm is nice. Good for polo and croquet.
Cold is bad, except in St. Moritz. Ah, yes, polo! Nobody as irresistible as a polo player, charging down the field..and.the gorgeous horses! The sweating, shouting handsome men! My favorite spectator sport...
Croquet brings out the most vicious, cheating win at all costs streak in WASPs ever seen...except perhaps in a family Monopoly game... We enjoy, with the brandy & cigars, a rousing game of Rock-Scissors-Paper.
We played a game of Pictionary with another couple, guys against the gals. We wiped the floor with them. She probably contemplated divorce over that one. The box now sits on top of a bookshelf, collecting dust.
Trivial Pursuit can be almost as lethal, though it is a verbal game and one that the spouse is very good at. We are pretty evenly matched. Pictionary on the other hand requires graphics skills and the kind of quick, diagrammatic explanations you used to learn in shop class. So guys of our age may have an advantage.
My baby sis is so competitive at Scrabble that I have to throw the game if I get too far ahead. Now she's onto it, and thinks I throw it every time, and is pissed off at the condescension. Ya can't win.
You can win at poker, tho. There has to be something at stake, otherwise gaming gets very weird. "I want your money" is ever so much nicer than "I want to humiliate your brain".
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