If our bird feeder activity is any indication, we may be in for a humdinger of a winter. We're about to break into the second 50 pound bag of seed at the mountain retreat, where our four feeders have been standing room only since they went up in mid-November. And I'm into my second 25-pound bag at the pied-à-terre, which has a mere two feeders.* * * * *The triple-beam halogen light on the front of my mountain bike cuts through the darkness, but only barely. No matter, as I purchased it not so much to find my way as to warn motorists and others not to get in my way. It works. So far.* * * * *The great P.D. James, for my money the most artful of the great English mystery writers, penned 14 novels with Adam Dalgleish, a New Scotland Yard chief inspector, as the protagonist. These books are like eating popcorn, yummy snacks in between more serious fare, but alas I am only about 100 pages from the end of A Certain Justice, the last of the series. What then shall I do for literary snacking?* * * * *We eat a lot of home-cooked Indian and Japanese and food, some of it from Trader Joe's via our freezer, which has prompted me to give some thought to how our taste buds and brains are wired. Samosas, the Indian appetizer, taste great with various chutneys, our favorites being mint and tamarind. Vegetable gyozas, a Japanese appetizer, taste great with hot mustard and duck sauce. But just try eating a samosa with duck sauce or a gyoza with tamarind chutney. Bleech!* * * * *I'm not much on New Year's resolutions, but I am making a winter resolution: To get reacquainted with the zodiac and attendant constellations.* * * * *I heated with wood for something like 25 years and there is nothing -- I say nothing -- like padding around the house on a frigid February morning with the stove, crank, crank, cranking away. The aroma of the wood (black walnut in the fall, cherry and oak in the winter and Osage orange on the coldest nights), walls and floors warm to the touch, the heat insinuating itself under the skin, is wonderful in a primal sort of way. That noted, coal heat is a close second, especially with the Pennsylvania anthracite rice coal that we have burned the last three winters at the mountain retreat. Long burning, high heat output and less pollution than other coals.* * * * *Speaking of energy, we're ready to go solar early in January once the local electrical inspector signs off. And then, for joy, the Metropolitan Edison electricity meter will start running backwards. Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Musings Upon The Winter Solstice
Monday, December 20, 2010
Yet Another Year Shot To Hell: The Best Of The Worst Of 2010 At Kiko's House
Herewith some posts from the past 12 months in which I stuck my neck out. And as events would prove, occasionally got it loped off:
THE NEW CYBERIA: IN WHICH BRAINS ARE REWIRED ONE TEXT MESSAGE AT A TIME (November 29) As I
WHY THE GOP'S YEAR OF THE WOMAN STRATEGY WAS A SELF-INFLICTED DISASTER (November 8) If
COLOR THEM UNDERWHELMING: WHY THE MID-TERMS WEREN'T A HINGE MOMENT (November 3) Things
BOOK REVIEW: 'HITCH-22: A MEMOIR' (JUST DON'T CALL HIM A CONTRARIAN OR GADFLY (October 25) As
WHY THE VAMPIRE ELITE IS A FAR GREATER THREAT TO OUR SECURITY THAN TERRORISTS (October
BREEDERS PLAY GOD AS THE EPIDEMIC OF GOLDEN RETRIEVER CANCERS GROW WORSE (September 27)
SARAH PALIN'S POETIC SOMETHING OR OTHER (September 20) When
WE HAVE THE WORLD'S FINEST UNIVERSITIES. WHY THEN IS AMERICA SUCH A MESS? (September 1) The great Henry Adams called his schooling "time wasted" and concluded
25 (UNLEARNED) LESSONS FROM IRAQ (August 23)
Provide enough troops to do the job . . . Don't muddle the rules of engagement . . . LINK
WHERE HAVE ALL THE WAR HEROES GONE? (July 26)
TO KILL THE CRITICS: KEEP YOUR COTTON PICKIN' HANDS OFF OF 'MOCKINGBIRD'
MARY PINCHOT MEYER'S ENIGMATIC LIFE & OH-SO MYSTERIOUS DEATH (June 21)
LOVING & LOATHING AN ERA: I'VE FALLEN DOWN IN THE SIXTIES & CAN'T
CHARLIE 'BIRD' PARKER: AN APPRECIATION (May 10) It is unlikely that
OF PHERNOMES, HORMONES & MOANS IN THE NIGHT (April 25) Scientists
ME, TA-NEHISI & THE GHOST OF BOBBY LEE (April 15) The Lost Causers allow their
WHEN CARE GIVERS BECAME COST CENTERS: THE GENESIS OF THE CRISIS
Best Cartoons du Jour of 2010
(Top to bottom) Matt Davies/Westchester (N.Y.) Journal News; Signe Wilkinson/Philadelphia Daily News; Pat Oliphant/Universal Press Syndicate; Ted Rall/Universal Press Syndicate; xxxx; Glenn McCoy/Universal Press Syndicate; Adam Zyglis; Nick Anderson/Houston Chronicle; Tom Toles/The Washington Post; Michael Ramirez/Investors Business Daily
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Science Sunday: A Decade Of Discovery
Just when you think that we've run out of new species to discover, along come a slew of them. Among the finds over the past decade are the phaner lemur. More here.
BBC photograph
Saturday, December 18, 2010
The Condomnation of Julian Assange
The lazy explanation for Julian Assange's non-WikiLeaks legal woes is that the rape charges against him are arbitrary, trumped up or (my fave) the complaining Swedish women are U.S. government plants.
This is more or less what you would expect from mostly male American commentators in a society that still does not take rape seriously, and an easy way out from under the contradiction with which we are presented: That Assange can be -- and I believe is -- both a heroic figure and a rapist.
While this isn't quite the same as Roman Polanski being a great filmmaker and a rapist, and what Assange is alleged to have done pales in comparison to what we know that Polanski did, there is another common element: A whole lot of people who seem to have fully functioning brains believe that both should go free. (Polanski, of course, is still under indictment in the U.S. but is technically free in Switzerland, where he sought refuge, and presumably other countries, as well.)
Further muddying these waters is that a whole lot of these same people seem to think that not consenting to sex because the guy isn't wearing a condom is no big deal, as is the guy continuing to oomph away when the woman cries out "Stop!" if the condom breaks. Unless, of course, you're the woman.
I happen to be a guy, albeit one with a fairly righteous sense of right and wrong, a beautiful girlfriend and a lovely daughter, as well as a number of friends who were raped by men who didn't understand the meaning of the word "No!"
So while I support Assange's efforts to air out the Augean stables of the U.S. Defense and State departments, that does not color my condomnation of his more intimate behavior.
You do the crime, Julian, then you do the time.
Friday, December 17, 2010
107 Years Of The Thrill Of Flying
FROM A SNAIL'S PACE TO 2,000 MILES PER HOURI guess some of us guys never lose our boyish enthusiasm for all things having to do with flying. In my case this begins with my being read the story of Icarus as a youngster, reading everything I could find on the first Wright Brothers flight 107 years ago today to flitting around in helicopters over rice paddies in a godforsaken Southeast Asian jungle to an emergency landing in an Air Force transport with multiple engine failures on the desolate rock known as Iwo Jima and onward and upward to the present. Whew! Never mind that the act flying -- as in getting through an airport and being shoe-horned into the seat of a passenger jet -- long ago lost its luster.
Beyond that first Wright Brothers biplane, there have been many other notable aircraft, but it might be tough to beat the faster ever.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tostitos Shmostitos: Why Bowl Games Make A Mockery Of College Football
Nihja White dives for end zone in Delaware's quarter-final winI'lll take the excitement and unpredictability of college football over pro ball any day, and the roof of a domed stadium hasn't collapsed at a college venue since forever. But this year's Bowl Championship Series, based not on post-season playoff performance but the vagaries of computer rankings and the stink of big bucks, yet again makes a mockery of the sport.
But then, one level down, there is the Championship Football Subdivision, the NCAA football division for medium-sized colleges like perennial powers Delaware (which is my alma mater), Appalachian State, Villanova, Georgia Southern and Montana.
Unlike the Bowl Championship Series, the FCS holds post-season playoffs that culminate in a true national championship game, whereas the BCS is beholden to the major bowls, which select teams based on those somewhat arbitrary computer selections and do not culminate in a true national championship.
Sure, Auburn will meet Oregon at the Tostitos Bowl on January 10 in what is being called the BCS National Championship, but neither team earned their way to Phoenix the old-fashioned way -- by a process of post-season elimination as in every other NCAA sport and NCAA football at all other levels.
A consequence of money and not true grit talking is that many bowl games have idiotic matchups. An extraordinary 12 teams that don't even have winning records are playing in bowls this year, while Boise State has been relegated to a third-rate bowl sponsored by an automobile muffler installation chain by virtue of a single missed field goal.* * * * *If you're still reading at this point, you may notice a geographic disparity with the Football Championship Series subdivision that does not exist in Bowl Championship Series subdivision: Other than Montana, the FCS powerhouses are all Eastern schools.
Wait, there's more.
Since the first FCS national championship game in 1978, schools in the Eastern time zone have won 23 times, Central (3), Mountain (5) and Pacific (nada). And including this coming weekend's semi-final games, over the last 10 years Eastern teams have been in the field 26 times, Central (8), Mountain (5) and Pacific (1, by virtual of Eastern Washington qualifying this year).
One explanation would seem to be that there are many more schools on the East Coast, as well as the hands down best FCS conference, the Colonial Athletic Conference, which has fielded four of the last seven national champions and was the runner up twice. Yet it cannot be that simple since there are 66 Eastern teams and 47 Central teams, but Eastern teams have overwhelmingly dominated.
What, if any, other factors come into play to make the best of the FCS so geographically lopsided season in and season out?
An obvious one is that the overall density of high school football players is an overwhelming advantage for Eastern schools, while there are huge swaths of empty space in the Central, Mountain and Western regions. It is therefore harder to travel and recruit, and talent is spread much more thinly.
Yet as a knowledgeable fan friend notes, many kids outside the East grow up breathing, eating, and sleeping football, while back East much of the talent is late blooming and is relatively undeveloped.* * * * *This weekend's FCS semi-finals matchups: Villanova vs. Eastern Washington (8pm EST Friday on ESPN2 and Georgia Southern vs. Delaware (Noon EST Saturday on ESPNU.)Photograph by William Bretzger for The Associated Press
Buy My Book Online. At A Discount
AbeBooks.com, one of the U.S.'s largest online booksellers, is now offering The Bottom of The Fox: A True Story of Love, Devotion & Cold-Blooded Murder, at a discount. A plot synopsis:
Eddie Joubert’s midlife crisis arrived right on schedule. The former truck driver and Teamsters Union organizer fell hard for the Poconos, a resort area in Pennsylvania where he bought a rundown tavern that became a magnet for an eclectic clientele that ranged from world-class jazz musicians to bikers to returning Vietnam War veterans.
But the Poconos held a dark secret. When Joubert was hacked to death, it was yet another in a series of unsolved murders and puzzling deaths involving hippies, gays and other people whom the authorities cared little about. This is because they were considered to be lowlifes.
The Bottom of the Fox lays bare that secret for the first time in detailing the astonishing level of violence in an area known for resorts and verdant woodlands while revealing how evil doers could literally get away with murder.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Homage To A Diplomat
The death this week of Richard Holbrooke is a timely reminder that old-fashioned diplomacy still has an important role in this era of WikiLeaks, brinksmanship and global food fights.
That was easy to forget during the Bush interregnum, an era characterized by a bellicosity in foreign affairs that further diminished the role of Condoleezza Rice, a lightweight who parlayed her undistinguished tenure as a national security advisor who by her own admission was more concerned about Moscow than Al Qaeda in the run-up to 9/11 into four years as a nearly invisible secretary of state and toady for Vice President Cheney.
President Obama's foreign policy successes have been few, but it is not for a lack of trying, and credit for that goes first to Rice's successor, Hillary Clinton, and then to Holbrooke, whose iron fist- kid glove form of negotiating was legendary.
While it seems unlikely that the 69-year-old Holbrooke's current mission as Special Representative to Afghanistan and Pakistan would bear significant fruit given the historic intractability of the political and social forces in that region, the Dayton Peace Accords brokered by him in 1995 are perhaps the signal diplomatic triumph of the last quarter century.Photograph by Reuters
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Australia's Unlikely New Son Of The Soil
Our Australian friend Barbara was sad about leaving the U.S. today after a visit of several months, but was looking forward to flying into the eye of the Julian Assange Storm back home Down Under.
Australians have an outsized affection for outlaws, not surprising when you consider that the country was founded in 1788 largely on the backs of convicts transported from England. Some 160,000 convicts in all settled there over the next century, and it is a point of pride among many Aussies to say they have convict blood in their family tree.
I'll leave to you to decide whether Assange, a native of Queensland in northeast Australia, is an outlaw. I myself think absolutely not, but the roughshod way he has been treated by an embarrassed U.S. government has raised the hackles of Aussies from the prime minister on down, and he is being compared favorably to notorious Aussie outlaw Ned Kelly.
Kelly, born in 1855, was the bushranger son of an Irish convict, considered in life to be a cold-blooded killer but in death and the intervening decades to be a folk hero and symbol of Irish-Australian resistance against oppression by the British ruling class, for his defiance of the colonial authorities.
Kelly was dressed in home-made plate metal armor and a helmet for his final violent confrontation with police after a two-year dragnet, portrayed by none other than Mick Jagger in Ned Kelly, a truly awful 1970 movie, took place in June 1880. He was hanged for murder murder at Old Melbourne Gaol in November 1880.
Swaraaj Chauhan, The Moderate Voice's international columnist, notes that Assange is considered a son of the soil. And that from Aussies' vantage point halfway around the world, the U.S.'s treatment of him is an outrage. No, make that a bloody outrage.
IMAGE: "The Trial (of Ned Kelly)" by Sidney Nolan
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