Maybe I’ve had a little too much menudo e-soup today (tripe, hominy
and chili might tend to keep one up), or maybe I’m finding far too many
interesting things that I want to write about. Whatever the cause, here’s
one more helping of weblog “small change” for the f/k/a faithful, as Cinco
de Mayo 2006 fades into history:
30L Epiphany: An encounter today with the famous 3L web-
logger Ian Best of 3L Epiphany reminded me both that (a) thirty years ago
this week, I was “studying” for my 3L law exams and (b) it was a lot
harder back then for congenital procrastinators to practice their art. You
see, this morning, I finally got around to asking Ian to add f/k/a to his
list of legal ethics weblogs. [Yes, I, too, was shocked by its omission.]
About two seconds after I posted my Comment with the request, I got
an email from Ian saying “Thanks David!! I’ll add it as soon as I’m done
That got me thinking that Ian was obviously paying more attention to
his weblog than to his studying — looking for a reason to take a quick
study break. Then, it hit me:
30 years ago, you really had to work hard to find things to
occupy your time, other than actually studying for finals.
No one — and especially no humble law student — had a
worldwide audience hanging on our next post, or Commenting
on our last one. We didn’t have an entire internet of distractions
that could be found without even getting up from our desk or study
The Lesson: Dear Younguns, back then ,successful procrastinators were made
of a much heartier stock. And don’t you forget it (even as we start to get a wee
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see orig. at This Modern World
chosen words aimed at the GOP last week at the This Modern World weblog,
in his posting “If you can’t earn a vote, buy it” (April 27, 2006) Noting that
Sen./Dr. Frist had floated the notion that most American taxpayers would
get $100 rebate checks to offset the pain of higher pump prices for gasoline,
“Didn’t he learn anything from dating? Desperation isn’t attractive.
For a less colorful, but more thorough, analysis see: NYT, “$100 Rebate: the rise
and fall of a GOP idea” (May 5, 2006)
debate that I had missed this week: “Sex in Public. Need I Say More?”
(May 5, 2006). Bob asks:
Riddle: What is almost as interesting but not quite as titillating as
sex in public?
Answer: Watching libertarian legal bloggers debate sex in public.
When you think about it, this is an intriguing and very complicated issue.
Check out Bob’s summary and one compiled at prettier than napolean.
good morning kiss
of the hummingbird
When Prof. Bainbridge is right, he’s right. And, his is the only
reasonable response to the news: “Blazing Saddles Banned” (May 5, 2006)
A high school teacher had to apologize for showing the classic comedy/satire
to twelfth graders, after one parent complained about “racist language. Steve
“What really got me about the story, however, was the reporter’s
description of Blazing Saddles as a “racist film.” Nonsense. While
Blazing Saddles pervasively uses ethnic slurs and stereotypes, it
does so to lampoon racism. The worst thing you can do to bigots
is to laugh at them, which is precisely what Mel Brooks does in this
Tagline: Never give a saga an even break!
Plot Outline To ruin a western town, a corrupt political boss
appoints a black sheriff, who promptly becomes his most formidable
Plot Synopsis: The Ultimate Western Spoof. A town where everyone seems
to be named Johnson is in the way of the railroad. In order to grab their land,
Hedley Lemar, a politically connected nasty person, sends in his henchmen to
make the town unlivable. After the sheriff is killed, the town demands a new
sheriff from the Governor. Hedley convinces him to send the town the first Black
sheriff in the west. Bart is a sophisticated urbanite who will have some difficulty
winning over the townspeople.
If there’s anything worse than kneejerk political correctness, it’s kneejerk policial cor-
rectness from people with no sense of humor (or is that redundant?). What a stupid
lesson to teach your children: some words are always inappropriate, regardless of
context or intent. Sure wouldn’t want to learn how to make discerning choices and
judgments. Makes a guy want to turn in his Liberal Card.
Maybe Evan Schaeffer could start a class action suit for me against
Office Max. For quite a few years now, my brother and sister-in-law have put
James, and given them as Christmas gifts to lucky family members.
The calendar is then hung in a place of honor in my kitchen as used as my primary
date-keeping wall calendar. So, I rely on the dates that are designated as holidays
or special events on my CopyMax calendar. Well, for the past couple of months,
I’ve been under the misperception that Mother’s Day is May 7th this year — because
said calendar says so. It was only this week, when I was turning down an invitation
to a belated Cinco de Mayo dinner Sunday night, due to its “conflict” with Mother’s
Day, that I learned of my misplaced trust in CopyMax. This has caused lots of
mental anguish in my household, and I’m not the only Giacalone male who made
this mistake. Indeed, I rushed out last week to purchase a Mother’s Day Card
to give Mama G, and was just about to mail it prematurely.
“tinyredcheck” So, in case you have a CopyMax Calendar for 2006, please let me
remind you that Mother’s Day 2006 falls on May 14th, not May 7th,
this year. Of course, early is better than late, but there’s got to be
a lawsuit in here somewhere. Right, Walter?
One good thing about this situation: I learned from online
research that U.K. has its own Mothering Day, which fell on March
26th this year. It’s a good thing Mama G. lives in the USA.
The Schenectady Daily Gazette published an interesting article in a “special”
Spring Home section, on Friday (May 5, 2006; available by $ub.) Luckily, I found
it on line to share with you: “Humble and Prolific Rambler is Becoming Retro Chic,”
(13WHAM.com, Feb. 15, 2006) The “rambler” style home is also called “ranch”
in some parts of the country. I have just two quick points: (a) from an energy-
conservation perspective [see our prior post], it is great that these modest houses
(usually about 1000 sq. ft.) are making a comeback; one reason is their lower price
tags, and another is the fact that baby-boomers and their parents, as their knees
start to give out want homes that are all on one floor.
lifting the hammer
the old carpenter’s hand
A New Resonance 2 ; Mayfly No. 30
her eyes narrow,
seeing for the first time
my little house
(b) from a Euphemism Police perspective, I am issuing a warrant for the Star Tribune
reporter, Darlene Prois, who described one couple who just bought a rambler as:
“Betty and Mike Lovejoy, empty-nesters in their early 70s.”
Sorry, Darlene, but an empty-nester is someone whose children have moved out
and have their own places — not someone whose grandchildren just left for college
or bought ramblers of their own as starter houses.
The news from Sudan and Darfur is cautiously optimistic tonight.The Guardian,
“Government, Main Rebels Sign Peace Accord” (May 5, 2006) We all need
to press our Government to re-triple its efforts to convince the two smaller rebel
groups to make a truce. If you pray, some prayers for those who still suffer from
hunger, injury and fear in Darfur — and for those who will help bring and keep a
peace — are surely needed.
never stop crying
it is! it isn’t!
genocide – –
just stop it
afterthought (noon, May 6): The morning news reminded me that
Sigmund Freud was born 150 years ago today. (“150 years of Freud,”
CNN.com, May 5, 2006) I’ll let others tell of his contribution to modern
medicine and culture, as the Father of Talk Therapy (we’re more into
“blawk” therapy around here). My contribution to the Freud anniversary
is to quote a few lyrics from a song I was listening to a couple days ago,
by Warren Zevon, from the title cut of his greatest hits album Genius:
sigmund freud, 1938
excerpt from “Genius“
(Warren Zevon and Larry Klein)
. . .
Albert Einstein was a ladies’ man
While he was working on his universal plan
He was making out like Charlie Sheen
He was a genius
. . .
Everybody needs a place to stand
And a method for their schemes and scams
If I could only get my record clean
I’d be a genius
What’s the connection with Freud? If you have to ask, you can’t
afford the therapy.
May 6, 2006
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