We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The Crusaders are coming to Baghdad, and they are not looking for a "sanitary fight." It's about time. This should be good, and a lot rests on its success. Meanwhile, two of our favorites, VDH and Max Boot, discuss Iraq at Contentions. We also learn that our stupid, loser soldiers who are stuck in Iraq have PhDs, making them easily smarter and better educated than Jon Cary. Iraq the Model is eager: Surge Soon Please.
I guess we owe a great big thank you to Ralph Nader. It would have been Pres. Gore for sure in 2000 if not for Ralph Nader. Now, who will be the spoiler in '08? I am afraid that if it is not someone like Ralph, it will be Tom Tancredo and it is the right that will be split and Pres. Rodham-Clinton will be ushered in the same way Ross Perot ushered in Pres. Clinton.
Anybody win their football parlay on the Super Bowl? Habu? I have to sign off and go call my brother. It is his birthday and he is a lucky son of a gun at football parlays too.
Also, I enjoyed the link to those short stories (Bored By Football). I have always liked reading American short stories. I've often thought short stories make better screen plays and movies than novels do. The song whose lyrics I posted last week was called 'Kaatskill Serendade' and it was about the character from that great short story by Washington Irving, "Rip Van Winkle". The 'loud game' mentioned in the song is ninepin.
-On awaking, he found himself on the green knoll from whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes—it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft and breasting the pure mountain breeze. “Surely,” thought Rip, “I have not slept here all night.” He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor—the mountain ravine—the wild retreat among the rocks—the woe-begone party at ninepins—the flagon—“Oh! that flagon! that wicked flagon!” thought Rip—“what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle?”-
I saw Davis Bromberg and Ry Cooder and John Mayall in the early 70's at colleges upstate. IMHO, Bromberg was by far the best entertainer. There were 8-10 musicians with him and it was during a major blizzard at anagricultural college. There were probably 30 of us in the audience and he played about 2 to 2 1/2 hours. What a treat that was. I have no idea whatever happened to him.
Ry Cooder was alone on a small stage, at a very small campus club and he kept his head down and would not speak except to reprimand anyone who moved. My friend very nearly wet himself waiting for the end of that show. I know Ry Cooder had a long career after that writing movie music.
John Mayall. I don't remember much about the show except being in the nose bleed seats.
Another "Where are they now?" musician from that era is JJCale.I saw him once, alone on stage, and he was great.