Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Russian Tuva throat singer on David Letterman

Friday, November 07, 2008

A Journal of the Plague Year


I just finished reading Daniel Defoe’s A Journal of the Plague Year. This book is a description of London during the Great Plague of 1665. It sounds like people back then were as ungrateful and oblivious as they are now:

“But the Mercy of God was greater to the rest than we had reason to expect; for the Malignity, as I have said, of the Distemper was spent, the Contagion was exhausted…and the Health of the City began to return…

“I wish I cou’d say, that as the City had a new Face, so the Manners of the People had a new Appearance: I doubt not but there were many that retain’d a sincere Sense of their Deliverance, and that were heartily thankful to that sovereign Hand, that had protected them in so dangerous a Time; it would be very uncharitable to judge otherwise in a City so populous, and where the People were so devout, as they were here in the Time of the Visitation [of the plague] itself; but except what of this was to be found in particular Families, and Faces, it must be acknowledg’d that the general Practice of the People was just the same as it was before, and very little Difference was to be seen.”

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Thank you California



Clearly there are lots of people (maybe you) who disagree with me about Proposition 8. I can tell because my car (and its "Yes on 8" bumper sticker) has been taking it on the chin for me. One day somebody left a critical note, another day somebody smashed an egg on the car, and yesterday somebody splashed coffee on my windshield. I wouldn't do that to somebody with a "No on 8" bumper sticker. It's un-American, and ill-bred.

There's no middle ground between the "Yes on 8" position and "No on 8", and there shouldn't be. And there's no middle ground in my feelings towards my "No on 8" friends and family - you have my love and warm feelings. Even if you throw eggs and coffee on folk's cars (but it's still ill-bred behavior and you ought to be ashamed).