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Month: September 2008 Page 6 of 11

Meanwhile, in Pakistan . . .

Not good for anybody, this:

Pakistan’s military said today its forces had received orders to fire on US troops if they entered Pakistani territory, after a cross-border raid inflamed public opinion.

The country’s civilian leaders, who have taken a tough line against militants, have insisted Pakistan must resolve the dispute with the US through diplomatic channels. But the military has taken a more robust line.

General Athar Abbas, an army spokesman, told the Associated Press that after a cross-border assault in the south Waziristan region earlier this month, the military told its field commanders to take action to prevent any similar raids.

Not good at all.

Better Know A Candidate: Barack Obama

I’m sure it will shock you to learn that there are, in fact, fervent supporters of political candidates that don’t really know much about those candidates.   I know that politics is merely a team sport, for some, but it still disappoints me every time I encounter someone who’s knowledge of a candidate is far outstripped by their enthusiasm.  That said, none of us know *everything* (including the candidates themselves).  So, with all that in mind, I’m going to recommend every Barack Obama supporter take the time to at least scan through this incredibly useful and supported summary of his career and positions.   I suspect a number of readers will end up bookmarking and revisiting it a number of times (I’ve not finished it, myself, as I keep following the links . . .).

Looks Like McCain Has Truly Lost His Base

The Washington Post’s Richard Cohen long ago turned me off as a reader – why waste time on him when I could get the same biting analysis from Ari Fleishcher, Tony Snow, or Dana Perino?  So it was only by TPM’s suggestion that I bothered with today’s column:

McCain was going to fix all that. He was going to look the American people in the eyes and say, not me. I will not lie to you. I am John McCain, son and grandson of admirals. I tell the truth.

But Joy Behar knew better. And so McCain lied about his lying and maybe thinks that if he wins the election, he can — as he did in South Carolina — renounce who he was and what he did and resume his old persona. It won’t work. Karl Marx got one thing right — what he said about history repeating itself. Once is tragedy, a second time is farce. John McCain is both.

Now, that isn’t a particularly new or bold thing to say, but to see it coming from Richard Cohen?  Wow.  McCain’s campaign must have thought this (and many others like it) was probably coming, and that explains their preemptive screw-the-press strike.  The established voting base will stick with McCain, of course – hell, McCain do every appearance in front of the Piss Christ between now and election day, and they’d still vote for him.  But I don’t think the undecideds will fall for McCain’s lies without the constant covering that the establishment media has been doing for him for years.  Seeing John McCain for what he is between now and November will do a lot of damage.  No matter your politics, nobody likes a liar.

A Hard Earned Sunset

A little over five years ago, I spent a little hard-earned time on Ireland’s southwestern coast, on the Beara peninsula.  This view from Healy Pass was one of the achievements of that trip:

(Not Quite) In-flight Suites

I’ve only slightly hinted, here, at my weakness for interesting hotels (the less kind would call me a hotel whore).  It’s a little embarrassing, for sure, and I’ve been fairly successful in keeping it under control of late.  But this?  This makes me want to fly there next weekend and stay until Friday.

Noted: DFW’s Death

Sad.1 David Foster Wallace2, along with perhaps only William Gibson, had a reader in me for everything he wrote.  So dedicated was I to his Infinite Jest that I carried it in planes, trains, and autobuses over three continents.3 If you’ve never read any of his work, maybe you could start with this brilliant 2005 essay on political talk radio.4

1And I say sad in some weirdly personal sense that comes from both finding his writing deeply compelling in itself, and identifying his work with a period of time in my life which is not missed, but stands out as significant in recollection.

2David Foster Wallace (or DFW, as he is popularly known among fans) also provided (albeit completely unknowingly) some of the reason that Blacknell.net exists today. The blog that inspired me to start my own was written by an alumnus of the law school I had just started in.  He, in turn, had been motivated to write online (in a format once known as an “online journal”) while he read Infinite Jest (nb. This same author once had an essay published in the same collection as DFW). An early autobiography of this online journal community is available here (it is amusing to consider how much energy was expended on the subject of diary v. journal, only to have blog become the accepted appellation).

3 A massive tome of a book with 1200 pages of writing to be relished and consumed (in addition to being read) I took two years to complete it, taking it to Panama, Venezuela, and Britain. I’ve since reread it (in sections, while it wasn’t lent out).

4Even though it isn’t entirely representative.

Update: If you’re a DFW fan, and have not seen this 1997 Charlie Rose interview, set aside an hour and watch it. If you’re not a fan, or new to him, you might be interested. I suspect, however, that the first few minutes will be offputting. But I’m 20 something minutes into it now, and found it so interesting that I had to stop and insert this update.

Earlier, a friend responded to my note about DFW’s death and signed off with “feeling like an ass for not understanding why the grieving hordes were so bereft when Cobain and Diana died,”. Now, I don’t think either one of us pretends to think that he was even sort of the same public figure or voice. But the depth of his influence, or . . . presence? . . on some of us is probably similar. I am sort of amazed at the amount of time I’ve spent thinking about this, today.

10:15/Saturday: Riding On My Bicycle, I Saw A Motorcrash

Ah, what people will do for parking in Arlington . . .

(I quite like this shot, from later in the evening.  No one hurt at all.)

Sugarcubes’ Motorcrash

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_D6nxAa7rA[/youtube]

Weekend Music: British Columbia Edition

Some day, I’m going to catch up.  Just not today.  This weekend’s musical theme?  A last minute (and desperately needed) road trip that found me and a friend in Vancouver and Whistler, a few years ago.  One of the highlights was a day out on the water (during which I only narrowly managed to avoid causing thousands upon thousands of dollars of damage in a Horseshoe Bay marina).

Really, aside from a rather unpleasant lesson in exactly what a Bloody Caesar is (clamato?  are you kidding me?), it was a fantastic trip.  This is part of the Sea to Sky Highway soundtrack:

Tegan & Sara’s Back In Your Head

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7nsnnf7cZg[/youtube]

Poe’s Angry Johnny

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAafZfFxd2E[/youtube]

Cowboy Junkie’s Sweet Jane

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHRFZFmEq9o[/youtube]

(Sweet Jane is one of my favorite songs of all time, and hangs so very perfectly on Vancouver)

The Stupid, It Burns! Literally.

One boggles:

A houses in North Texas burned down, killing two occupants, because the local authorities had switched off the fire-hydrants to stop terrorists from poisoning the water supply through them[.]

Update: Funny, I read through the original story to make sure the reason for turning the hydrants off was really as claimed by the summary, but I missed the whole no dead people bit.  Stupid, indeed.  Anyway, corrected.  Thanks, Unacoder.

A Whole Summer of Bike Commuting

If you live in DC – or a city of any size, I suspect – you noticed a lot more bikes on the streets than usual, this summer.   For any number of reasons, I’ve been very interested in their stories.   The following was posted to a local DC cycling listserv by someone who had just finished his first summer’s worth of bike commuting. I hope you’ll find it as interesting as I have.

Last year I bought a bike to help lose weight and get back into shape. I rode bike trails all summer, sometimes riding 80 miles a week. By the time 2008 came around I was 60 pounds lighter than I was when 2007 started.

So when spring of 2008 came I was working long hours and needed a way to keep the weight off. By April, gas was hitting $4 a gallon. The choice was clear, it was time to start bike commuting. Thanks to the folks on this list I figured out a route and my first day for bike commuting was April 16th. I started out riding two days a week but after about a month I went to riding three days a week, and taking Metro on Monday and Friday to stage my clothes.

So I’d like to point out some observations about my summer spent commuting:

– I only drove to work four or five times, and only once because it was raining. A couple of times I drove in because I overslept and was running late.

– Riding in street traffic isn’t half as bad as it looks.

– I saved enough money on gas to buy myself a brand new 17″ laptop from Best Buy.

– Despite all the horror stories, I found out that the drivers in this city are remarkably tolerant of cyclists.

– I only had someone come up behind me on the street and lay on the horn one time. Happened on M. St SE on my way home. The driver never even passed me because they wound up taking a right turn while I was still in front.

– The only other negative experience was when some jerk decided to blast me with his horn while I was using the pedestrian crossing over Washington Blvd coming off Memorial Bridge. I hate this crossing with a passion. Half of the time you have to play “chicken” with the cars to get them to stop.

– I only had two close calls. Once, a tourist did a 270-degree turn at the entrance to Arlington National Cemetery and almost hit me. It was slow speed so I think it only would have wound up with a crunched bike rather than a crunched cyclist. I think I scared him more than he scared me because I was yelling WHOA like a maniac.

– The other close call was with a pedestrian on that narrow sidewalk on 50. She was coming right at me and I was sure she would see me. Wrong. At 7AM, pedestrians are looking at their feet, sleepwalking. They will not notice the 200LB cyclist bearing down on them, even though they are facing you.

– I learned to ring my bike bell. A lot. Pedestrians sleepwalk. A lot.

– Sometimes you will see other bike commuters do things you should not attempt. Like, riding on 50 where the Glebe Road overpass is. I decided to try it myself the next day. And as soon as I was on the other side I decided to never try it again.

– I really, really, miss the cutoff in Fort Myer. That hill is nasty.

– The Maine Ave fish market stinks in the morning. In the afternoon it smells like french fries and Old Bay.

– Riding in the rain isn’t so bad when it’s warm. One morning I showed up at work, sopping wet and covered with mud from the construction site in Fort Myer. Kevin the security guard took one look at me and said “Cyrus, you crazy!”

All in all it was a very positive experience. I kept in shape, learned a lot about riding bikes, and had fun.

Very cool, no?

(And on that positive note, I’ll leave this place alone until Friday.  See you then.)

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