Who's the fascist here, Rumsfeld?

A quote from Keith Olbermann's August 30th post on his blog, Bloggermann, concerning the current administration's disturbing propensity for demonizing dissent (this is Olbermann quoting Edward R. Murrow):

“We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty,” he said, in 1954. “We must remember always that accusation is not proof, and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law.

“We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men, not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were for the moment unpopular.”

Keith Olbermann is one of my favorite journalists, going back to his ESPN days. I recommend reading Olbermann's post in its entirety. Scathing stuff, but it's all true.

Red Sox officially surrender

The writing was on the wall, but yesterday the 2006 Boston Red Sox made a formal surrender of their once-promising season. They traded David Wells to San Diego and started Julian Tavarez in his place, with Kyle Snyder and Lenny DiNardo set to start Friday and Saturday against Ted Lilly and A.J. Burnett. Nice.

8-21 since August 2nd. A 1-game lead in the AL East at the end of July has become a 8-game deficit. David Ortiz was hospitalized with heart issues, Jason Varitek spent August on the DL, Manny Ramirez has a bad knee, and Jon Lester might have cancer. Coco Crisp has been a big letdown as a replacement for Johnny Damon, and Josh Beckett is a coinflip every time he takes the mound. Keith Foulke started the year well, but messed up his elbow in June and has pitched horribly since coming back in late August. Mike Timlin is 40 and just about done. Tim Wakefield has been hurt since mid-July. Matt Clement (remember him?) hasn't been heard from all season. Trot Nixon has been injured all of August and still can't hit lefties. Our shortstops (Alex Cora and Alex Gonzalez) can't hit anyone.

Now the good:

Jonathan Papelbon. There are no more superlatives. 35 saves and counting, 0.94 ERA as a rookie. ROY.

David Ortiz. 47 HR, 121 RBI, .287/.400/1.033, and he's not done. MVP.

Curt Schilling. Steady and reliable, although he's developed a nasty habit of giving up home runs (and passed it on to Beckett as well). Next year is his farewell tour, if previous comments are to be believed.

Kevin Youkilis. Good bat, great glove. First base is covered for a while.

Wily Mo Pena. David Ortiz's heir apparent. He's a circus act in right field, but with an offseason to get used to Fenway he should be just fine.

Infield defense, the best in baseball. Hope the trend continues.

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Nice run, guys. The wheels really fell off there at the end, but perhaps we were overachieving in the first half. We have the foundation of something good. Let's hope the FO's "master plan" works out.

Blogger BETA!

The Blogger gods have smiled upon me, and I'm now part of the beta of the new Blogger site! Consider this my first test case.

IIWII

A brilliant analysis of the phrase I most despise: "It is what it is."

"It is what it is" means what it means. Depending on context, it can be a statement of resignation or of defiance, but in neither case does it connote the optimistic good humor of "It's all good." If anything, it expresses the absence of emotion, the abdication of feeling. Although it seems to imply value-neutrality, that misses the point; it's not so much that something is neither good nor bad, but rather that its quality simply isn't relevant, that it's not worth the energy to make a value judgment.

To put it another way — it doesn't matter what you think about it because you can't do anything about it anyway. It was in this spirit that Al Gore invoked the phrase after winning the popular vote and possibly the electoral tally as well: "I strongly disagreed with the Supreme Court decision and the way in which they interpreted and applied the law. But I respect the rule of law, so it is what it is."

Meanwhile, the current administration has embraced the phrase as a tautological device to preclude further inquiry. Pressed about the intentions of the US regarding the ABM treaty, a 30-year-old agreement that would seem to preclude the Star Wars-type missile defense system currently under development, a defense official told a NATO ministers' meeting, "The ABM treaty is the current ABM treaty. It is what it is."

"It is what it is" can also be an agent of insinuation, a coy refusal to spell out something that the speaker clearly thinks goes without saying. During the run-up to GW2, the administration made a lot of noise about Iraq's links with international terrorists but refrained from presenting concrete conclusions. Instead, a senior official merely said, "It is what it is. It is a series of facts. People will have to judge for themselves."

Similarly, to sound an ominous note following the discovery in February on board a freighter of North Korean Scud missiles bound for Yemen without committing to a specific response: "Obviously this was suspected by American authorities for some time and I think it is what it is," said US Deputy Secretary of State Richard Armitage.

For years, "It's all good" served as a rallying cry for the down-but-not-out, a smile as the ultimate umbrella. But there's no smile on the face of "It its what it is." This is no Yogi Berra chestnut, but a blunt recognition of power, either by those who hold it or those under its shadow, with no illusions about the ability of mere words to shape or alter frank reality. When the administration invoked a policy of proactive military action against a regime that might at some point prove threatening, Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld said: "You can call that defense, as I do, or you can call it preemptive, but it is what it is."

What does the replacement of "It's all good" with "It is what it is" mean? What does it say about the tenor of our times, the popular outlook, our existential commonwealth?

It is what it is.

Excerpted from this article.

Like I said... brilliant.

OUCH.

This can't do much for a 49-year-old lady's self-esteem.

Couric, who was made aware of the picture's alteration yesterday, joked that she liked the original better.

"There's more of me to love," she quipped.

She took it surprisingly well, I think.

It's OVER.

Funny dailywtf.com pic

Does she really speak for Florida??

Katherine Harris is either a panderer or a zealot.

Just a few nuggets from her interview with Florida Baptist Witness:

"You know we’re covered with, our sins are covered with His blood and so we are blameless before Him. We are as white as snow."

"I have a 100 percent voting record with the Christian Coalition. I have a 100 percent voting record with the traditional values groups."

"...we have to have the faithful in government and over time, that lie we have been told, the separation of church and state, people have internalized, thinking that they needed to avoid politics and that is so wrong because God is the one who chooses our rulers."

"...I do not support any civil rights actions with regard to homosexuality."

"Clearly I would only, from a public policy standpoint, I would limit abortion to rape and life of the mother and incest, but for my personal standpoint, I would not have an abortion for any of those cases."

Those are good, but they're nothing compared to this gem:

"If you are not electing Christians, tried and true, under public scrutiny and pressure, if you’re not electing Christians then in essence you are going to legislate sin. They can legislate sin."

*boggle*

Replace "God", "Chistian", and "church" with "Allah", "Muslim", and "mosque", and all of a sudden you're looking at an al Qaeda press release. We have a U.S. congresswoman who espouses these views, but we have the gall to call them fanatics??

Thanks, Continental!

I guess I was overdue for some airline-induced stress. Until yesterday, air travel had been surprisingly painless.

Went to see my dad in Cleveland, OH, and I had a 4:50pm flight home to Atlanta on Continental (flight 2464, I'll not soon forget that number). I got to the terminal around 3:30. At about 3:50 the lady (Kristen... she was cool, and just as frustrated by the day's events as anyone) announces that the flight has been delayed to 5:35 due to mechanical problems with the plane in Richmond, VA. No big deal, more time to play Civ 4!

But then about every 20 minutes Kristen would announce another delay... 5:55.... 6:45..... 7:30..... at this point, she starts offering to put us on standby for the 8:55 Atlanta flight (which Lu was booked on for his trip home!). Then, a moment of hope... Kristen announces that the plane is finally fixed, boarded, and about to take off from Richmond! I'm going to make it home!

Just kidding. Kristen gets on the PA, just minutes after she had made our day, and kicks us all right in the nuts: Continental has cancelled the flight. Those on the standby list for the 8:55 flight can hang around to see if they make it, but the rest will have to catch a 6:30am Delta flight the next morning. Needless to say, I didn't make the 8:55. I watched Lu board and fly home, and I was left to deal with grouchy customer service ladies who, when I asked them for a hotel room for the night (the least they could do, right?), asked me where I had stayed the night before and why I couldn't just stay there again. Lady, with all due respect, please shut the **** up and book me a hotel room.

So now I had to catch the hotel shuttle, but first I had to go to baggage claim to pick up the bag that I had checked. The Continental lady had sent for it to be pulled out for me, but it was nowhere to be found. Upon further investigation, I learned that they decided to put my bag on the 8:55 plane to Atlanta (the one I was hoping to get on standby), even though they decided not to put ME on it. My toothbrush, deodorant, and "product" (the essentials) were in there.....

*sigh*

Got to the hotel (the Airport Holiday Inn!!), ate a grade-C chicken Ceasar salad in the dumpy hotel lounge, then hit the sack. 4:30am wakeup call, 5:00am airport shuttle, terrorist-level security check, a stale Cinnabon, and all of a sudden I was finally on a plane and on my way home to Atlanta. Of course, I had left my car in long-term parking at the Brookhaven MARTA station, so there was the 30 minute train ride, then 20 minutes to drive the rest of the way home to find my beautiful girlfriend waiting for me..... frantic because she has a chunk of mascara stuck in her eye.

What a trip.

Sonofa...

Goddammit. I had a decent-sized post typed out and then tried to post a picture. Google toolbar killed the subsequent popup, so I told Google toolbar to allow popups and it reloaded the page. Adios post.

ANYWAY...

Sitting at the Cleveland airport and my flight home has been delayed, two hours and counting. Good thing I have my trusty rusty laptop to entertain me (see baby?!? I told you I needed it! :) ) I wonder how my PSP ebay auction is going...... it's up to $112.50 with just under 7 hours to go. Looks good to meet the reserve price.

There are birds flying around in the terminal.

This is the worst post I've ever made here. :)

UPDATE: The PSP auction ended at $193.50, but the winner was some clown in Ireland with ZERO feedback. Predictably, the next day his/her account was deleted. I've since offered it to the second-place guy at his highest bid ($191), and he has 3 days to respond. I'm not holding my breath.

A random thought at the airport...

Picture a moving sidewalk at a busy airport, full of passengers from one end to the other, and they're all walking at a brisk pace. What would it look like to an observer standing about 50 feet away if the moving sidewalk all of a sudden stopped moving? I think it would look really funny.

Cohabitation

I had a conversation with a coworker today in which she was telling me about the negative experience of living with an old boyfriend. She said she lived with him for over 3 years, and that she ended up leaving him because they turned out to be completely incompatible. Then she ended the thought by saying something that stuck in my head: "That's why I'll never live with a man again until I'm married."

I admit that it's counter-intuitive, but couldn't you look at that entire experience and say that the system worked perfectly for her? To me, the major purpose of moving in with a girlfriend/boyfriend is to determine whether or not a relationship can work through the day to day issues of life as a married couple. A dry-run, if you will. The failure of a relationship to survive cohabitation is as sure a sign as any that it would also not survive marriage. Although surely painful, wouldn't we all want such a sign as early as possible? Of course we would all like for things to work out, but why is it that some consider it a mistake when it doesn't?

PSP for sale!

I'm selling a PSP with 2 games and a hard case, if anyone's interested...

To Linux or not to Linux...

Just got a brand new laptop over the weekend. I've never had one and I've always wanted one, so this is kind of a big deal... plus it caused a gloves-off, relationship-redefining fight with the ladyfriend, so now it will always carry even more significance. Anyhow, I'm thinking about dual-booting it (Windows MCE and some flavor of Linux), but I can't get one question out of my mind:

Why??

Other than the obvious and ever-present geek answer "Because I can!", I'm struggling to come up with one solid reason why I should invest the time, effort and hard drive space. What would Linux allow me to do that I can't do in Windows? Under what circumstances would I choose to boot into Linux rather than Windows? I've had desktop computers since the beginning of time, and I've never felt the need to dual-boot those, so why now? If I install and configure Linux and then never use it, I'm going to curse the time I wasted and long for my hard drive space back.

Please, someone sell me on this. My inner geek wants to do it, but I don't exactly have scads of free time these days.

For my baby...

The only time that all my troubles seem to go away is when you're with me..... or when I have my bottle :)

Seriously though, I'm a happy guy and I owe that to you. Thanks for bearing with me while I try to become a man that is worthy of the attention of a lady like you. I love you!

Ahead of its time

Marathon Lives!

How much does it say about how f***ing great a game was that a decade later the fans are still carrying the torch? How much MORE does it say that it was a Mac-only FPS?!?

w00t

It's still here! After almost 2 years without posting, I'm back!

I'm getting a huge kick out of my bitch-fest "the Red Sox can't do anything right" posts from 2004... the year they won the World Series! Ah, hindsight...

Yankees PWNED! 

...and finally, swept.

Manny goes yard in the top of the 13th inning to give us a 4-3 lead in the crucial final game of the series against the Yankees. The game was all but over and then the Babe intervened yet again. Two quick outs by Leskanic in the bottom of the 13th, and then Ruben Sierra singles. Miguel Cairo (who?) doubles and Sierra scores all the way from first to tie the game again. Then up steps John Flaherty (WHO?!?), the last player on Joe Torre's bench and a former Red Sox, to pinch hit. Leskanic, whose slider had been absolutely filthy for the last two innings, hangs one up and Flaherty drops a base hit into deep left field. It bounces into the stands for a ground rule double, Cairo scores and the Yankees steal another win.

Long live the Curse.

...and spanked again

Clutch: adj. Informal 1. Tending to be successful in tense or critical situations.

If there's ever been a single word to describe the Yankees, it's clutch. The Red Sox, at least this year's version, have never heard the term.

We had it in the bag last night. Tim Wakefield pitched his guts out, held the most stacked lineup in history scoreless for six full innings and entrusted a 2-0 lead to the best bullpen (stat-wise) in the AL. We load the bases in the top of the 7th with no outs. It would be impossible not to score. Any deep fly ball scores, and a base hit scores at least two. True to 2004 form the Sox managed to squander a golden opportunity, against the Yankees no less. Johnny Damon hits into a fielder's choice, pinch runner (Kapler) is out at home. Bellhorn pops up, but not deep enough to score the runner at third. David Ortiz tops it off by staring at a high fastball for strike three. Three men stranded with a slim 2-0 lead in Yankee Stadium.

Now let's study how the Yankees do things. Bottom of the 7th and Wakefield is pulled after drilling Sheffield, punching out A-Rod, and walking Matsui. Runners on first and second, one out. Nothing a solid reliever like Scott Williamson can't handle, right? Next thing I know the bases are loaded with 2 outs and Tony Clark at the plate. This is the type of situation that the Yankees always have go their way and sure enough, Clark shoots a screaming grounder down the first base line, low and just to Ortiz's left. At this precise moment Ortiz's feet grow roots and he makes a dopey, lumbering stab at the ball. He ends up on his knees with his feet still planted in the same spot, and the ball glances off his glove and rolls slowly into shallow right. Two runs score. The ballgame is tied and NY has taken our hearts once again.

The Yankee 8th was even more fitting of a 2004 NY-Boston matchup. 2-2. Lofton leads off and hits a routine ball to Nomar who then tosses the ball into the stands behind first base for his third E of the series. Lofton goes to second and Jeter steps up. Jeter bunts Lofton over to third, and then Sheffield brings him in for the game winning run. Jeter is a perennial All-Star, he's hitting everything thrown at him lately, and the Red Sox are on the ropes. How would a Sox hitter have handled this situation?

Swing for the fences. Go for the flashy game winning home run. Try to make the front page.

Jeter lays down a bunt. He made sure the fastest guy on the team made it to third with one out. Perhaps this is why he's the team captain. It's funny how unselfish play and attention to detail seem to pay off. Say what you want about the Yankees, Steinbrenner, Cashman and the Evil Empire, I knows I do. But get off of Joe Torre. The guy is all class, all sportsmanship, and the guy can flat out coach. Get him in Boston and we'll see about a "curse."

Trade Nomar now, before his value falls any lower. He isn't hitting, he's a defensive liability, apparently he isn't liked in the clubhouse, and we're losing him at the end of the season anyway. At least get something back for him. Anything. Please. Pokey can handle short and Bellhorn is steady at second. We're getting Mueller back this weekend to take over at third and that leaves a Ortiz, Millar and McCarty to handle first base duties. Right now Nomar is getting by on "hero worship." He needs a change of scenery and heaven knows the team does as well. Have the nuts to pull the trigger, Theo.