Obama’s Klingon

SPRINGFIELD — For the past 10 days, U.S. Senate candidate Barack Obama hasn’t been able to go to the bathroom or talk to his wife on his cell phone without having a camera-toting political gofer from his Republican rival filming a few feet away.

In what has to be a first in Illinois politics, Republican Jack Ryan has assigned one of his campaign workers to record every movement and every word of the state senator while he is in public.

What, do they think he’s going to boost a car or something?

Obama’s got my vote and my husband’s vote.

But the kicker is, he’s got my mother-in-law’s vote. Can’t wait to chat with her about this. It’ll be difficult explaining about how some big-name bloggers have mentioned this story, such as Kos (who appears regularly on AAR) and Talking Points Memo.

Photos from the Road

Aw! David started blogging again, although he moved Geeky Ramblings over to WordPress, owing to not wanting to have multiple authors on Moveable Type.

He’s already uploaded all of the trip photos from his camera, the excellent Canon EOS Digital Rebel. I’m taking more time to tinker with mine. I’ll get my gallery uploaded later on.

In the meantime, his photos are in RoadTrip2004

Disregard all the horrible full-figure shots of me, look only at the scenery and flowers.

Imagery

ginikini.jpgOkay, this is so not me, but it made me laugh when I saw it. Today it’s very warm and very muggy, but it was also very much about to rain like hell. So the thought of this imaginary me prancing around in a bikini is just ludicrous. Or maybe it’s lewdicrous; could be. However, it’s cute and of course the kitty is in it. Hi, kitty! And by the way, by the time I got home, the heavens burst open and I had to run around outside trying to cover up the one flower bed and protect it from the large chunks of hail thumping down all around – a swimsuit would have been a good idea. Except for the hail part, that is.

I spent all day at work doing my new job. Actually, my new job started on Monday, my first day back from vacation, and also I’m acting team leader this week. However, I’m now the sole international agent, not the backup; something I’ve been trying to avoid getting saddled with for about 5 years now (I’ve been backup international agent all that time). I thought I was safe about 3 years ago when I successfully managed to convince my supervisor that just because I was backup international agent, that didn’t mean that I would automatically slide into the hot seat when the previous person left to become a team leader for another account (there was some screaming involved in the convincing process, as in “hell no!”).
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Office Maxed

Reporters who entered the office compound after the raid found a scene of destruction. Computers had been seized, furniture had been overturned, doors broken down and framed photographs of Mr. Chalabi smashed. Aides to Mr. Chalabi said members of the raiding party had helped themselves to food and beverages from the refrigerator.

What the hell are we doing in Iraq? Have we gone totally apeshit? What is our policy? Are we now the jackbooted bullies of the world?

We go in for no good reason, we screw with people, we imprison them (see “no good reason” above) and nobody had better criticize us, or we’ll trash their office.

I realize that Chalabi is no sweetheart. Well, neither are we. And we haven’t been for a very, very long time.

Again, what the hell are we doing there?

No Longer On the Rocks

London seems really grimy – I never remembered it this way. The constant drone of the city is almost unbearable – the crawling traffic, the antique buses belching black smoke, the trains, the sirens, the car alarms, a million noisy conversations in a few square miles. There’s dust everywhere. It’s unbearably warm. My senses are amplified – it’s like watching a tv that needs the brightness, contrast, colour and volume turning down.

Ben Saunders is off the ice. He was originally planning on skiing right across the Arctic alone, from Russia to Canada. However, ice conditions and a late start due to administrative delays forced him to cut the expedition short. He made it as far as the North Pole and a little farther beyond in order to make up for some “cheat” miles at the beginning, when they started him from a point closer to the Pole than originally planned.

He’s well and glad to be home, but I expect he’s disappointed not to have made the crossing and walked onto Canadian soil.

Still, there’s always next season. Full marks for effort.

His blog has been interesting to follow – it’s another example of a cool use of the medium. Very cool, in his case.

And I totally got what he was saying about London’s noise and grime. It’s an assault on the senses – for him, magnified by his months of solitary trekking. No wonder he misses the ice.

Propagandamonium

WASHINGTON, May 19 – The General Accounting Office, an investigative arm of Congress, said on Wednesday that the Bush administration had violated federal law by producing and disseminating television news segments that portray the new Medicare law as a boon to the elderly.

Very interesting. They actually call it a form of covert propaganda. It’s about time somebody called them on this kind of thing.

Farscape Onion Mashup

Okay, this was funny. Not only did the Onion spoof science fiction fan conventioneers, they used Farscape as the example, and they spelled the character names right (and got the episode titles and numbers right, too)

BURBANK, CA—Paulette Osley, 24, a moderately attractive fan of the Sci-Fi Channel series Farscape, had her self-image inflated to dangerous levels during the three-day ScaperCon 2004, according to Pepperdine University professor of psychology Wes Martin.

It’s not real, of course – there’s not a Scapercon 2004 this year. But it’s affectionate. Gotta give the Onion props.

The Big Unit’s Perfect Game

It was the 17th perfect game in major league history, the 15th since the modern era began in 1900 and the first since the New York Yankees’ David Cone against Montreal on July 18, 1999.

“It didn’t faze me,” Johnson said. “The bottom line was we needed to win the game. Winning the game was the biggest, most important thing.”

Cy Young, then 37, had been the oldest to throw a perfect game, doing it in 1904.

Johnson sure didn’t act his age, getting stronger as the game went along on a pleasantly warm night in Atlanta.

“Not bad for being 40 years old,” he said. “Everything was locked in.”

While it was the first perfect game of Johnson’s career, it was his second no-hitter. He no-hit Detroit for Seattle on June 2, 1990, walking six.

“That was far from perfect,” he recalled. “I was a very young pitcher who didn’t have any idea where the ball was going. I was far from being a polished pitcher. Fourteen years later, I’ve come a long way as far as knowing what I want to do.”

Aw, that’s great, Randy! I was living in Seattle when he had the no-hitter in 1990. That was a great time to be a Mariners fan. Johnson, Griffey Jr, Martinez, Martinez, Buhner, Charlton, Rodriguez… the list goes on. Great team, good times.

I just can’t get into Chicago baseball. I know that’s sacriligious or something, but it’s not my town and they’re not my teams. But when I lived in Seattle, it was my town, and the Mariners became my team. Maybe it was because I was playing softball with a bunch of people from the neighborhood coffeehouse and we’d go to M’s games in the old Kingdome.

I remember one time when the M’s were in the playoffs, I was on a flight back to Seattle from Denver (this would have been in 1995, I think). The pilot figured out how to put audio from satellite radio or TV on the PA system, and the whole plane listened to the game on their headsets. Then he figure out how to get video. There was a big play, and the plane erupted in joy. Sadly, they eventually got knocked out by… yeah, by that David Cone guy. Grr.

Like I said, good times.

I will not cry at work, I will not cry at work

There are times when I think people are capable of not being so bad after all — times when it’s impossible to keep the grin from spreading, and you wonder if you’re really worthy of all this spontaneous stranger-loving goodwill, and maybe they should save it for the elderly ladies who must’ve been through so much more. I feel like a kid — a 28-year-old who’s lucky and ahead of the game, even though my straight peers all seem already married and property-owning, but they’re in such a different world, these guys are closer, really, and even the straight cheerleaders can’t quite know what it’s about, though they’re intoxicated by it all, too. I love you, Brian. I’m happy we had such an event instead of the usual boring trip to the city clerk’s office. I’m so happy we can get married this week, though I still can’t quite believe it, and probably won’t until it’s a few weeks behind us. There are times when it all seems alright, deliciously sweet and good and strange, when the world is just surreal in a good way, and the difference between me and you and us and them and that kid over there becomes impossible to wrap my brain around, and it’s easier to just be happy for everything, as you realize that lightness is the sky just before dawn, and isn’t that a lark singing? Some radiant songbird singing as we slip into sleep.

…I will not cry at work, I will not cry at work.

Dear spiders, robots and lurkers (oh my):

You owe it to yourselves to read the full account of Couple 243 from the beginning. In a little while, I’ll go home and give my husband a big sloppy smooch and tell him how much I love him. I love everybody right now… well, I don’t love sucky mean people like Phred Felps, but I feel warm affection at the thought that there were so few of his ilk and so many joyful well-wishers in Cambridge that stayed until the wee hours of the morning.

This is one of the really great things about blogging – once in a while someone writes something really good and really timely in a way that puts you there with them in the moment. It helps to make up for all the endless blather about MT/CSS/Wordpress/Textile/Textpattern/HTML/FunkyValidator gadgetty blahdeblah.

Sometimes, it’s all just about the words on the screen.

Breath of Fresh Air, O’Reilly

I’ve been hearing about Terry Gross’ interview with Bill O’Reilly for months and months, and now Boing Boing reports that O’Reilly may be trying to bury the interview.

A lot of the interview concerned Al Franken’s book Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them: A Fair and Balanced Look at the Right, which satirized O’Reilly and other neoconservatives.

The link from the Fresh Aire site includes a swaggering, bullying clip from O’Reilly’s show the next day.