Megaplanned Megasuburb in Utah

Daily Herald | Business

SOUTH JORDAN, Utah — It’s a plan for development that will take more than 50 years from start to finish, on the largest piece of privately owned land next to a U.S. metropolis for an expected half-million residents.

This megasuburb, twice the size of San Francisco, will be the work of Kennecott Land, the real-estate sister company of Kennecott Utah Copper Corp.

Kennecott Utah Copper Corp. is a subsidiary of London-based Rio Tinto, a mining multinational and avowed convert to environmentalism, which decided to make a showcase out of its surplus Utah lands instead of just selling them off for cookie-cutter subdivisions.

Home builders were skeptical when the Salt Lake valley’s biggest landowner laid out the plan for a 20-mile string of densely packed, “walkable” communities framing the rural west side of Salt Lake County. The communities would be laid out along a planned highway and light-rail lines connecting to Salt Lake City.

Interesting concept, but they’ve got real problems to solve with environmental cleanup and concerns about tainted groundwaters. Sounds great if built as planned – or at least, as dreamed. But a lot of things have to right, and at the right time, or they’ve got themselves a half-built townlet out in the middle of nowhere.

The Sunday Wireless

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Heh, it’s just not Sunday without reading the funnies! This one begged to be blogged. “You’re one of those lactose intolerants!” I loves me some whacked-out Bucky Katt.

Early rising is usually not in the cards Chez Gique on the weekends, but there’s something about spring mornings that makes it a little easier to bestir oneself. Of course, we have 3 functioning alarm clocks (one feline), so our pre- and post-dawn routine follows a comfortable pattern. This morning, most unusually, I got up a couple of hours before absolutely necessary and fetched the laptop for a little Sunday morning blogging in bed. The wireless connection on the second floor is “very good.”

Sometime after 4:30 or 5:00 a.m., Riley starts to investigate the possibility of rousing one of us for breakfast. This is ignored for as long as possible. Some mornings, he makes life hijjus with his prancing around across our pillows and repetitive “rahr! rahr! Rahr!” sounds, so he gets himself kicked out into the hallway and the door shut behind him. Tough love is no fun.

5:45 a.m. The first alarm goes off. It’s a horrible shrill tone. This is the signal for entrenched snoozing. It gets slapped off very quickly, and we doze pleasantly. The second alarm, which turns on the radio to WBEZ, goes off at 6:15 a.m. On Sunday mornings, there’s a program on called Magnificent Obsession, followed by Speaking of Faith. David doesn’t like either of these programs so the radio generally gets slapped off until the second alarm. Sometimes, though, he gets up really early to work on his various computer enterprises (not only does he host and moderate several discussion lists for computer professionals in his field, he maintains a huge archive and resource site and also a web site for his dad’s company. On those mornings, I snuggle down and listen sleepily to both programs, which I find comforting and even a little inspiring.

By mutual agreement, sometime between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m., we try to distract Riley by petting him and cuddling, because neither of us wants to go downstairs to feed him just yet. It becomes a waiting game. Most mornings, David gets up and feeds him. This morning, I got up just after 7 (which I consider the ideal time to give in to Riley’s demands) and was escorted downstairs by our furry mobile alarm. For some reason, his escort duties involve insinuating himself directly in front of my stumbling steps and stopping dead. He does not seem to recognize that causing me to trip over him and break my neck falling down the stairs is counter-productive to his goals of getting his morning half-can of cat fud. I got Riley fixed up a little after 7 and grabbed the moveable ‘puter. David puttered around grinding coffee beans – we got a big bag of Caribou Coffee Rainforest blend yesterday at Costco and we’re giving it a test run.

7:00 a.m. BBC World Service comes on. For some reason, we love listening to this show. Today’s show is about Iraq’s reaction to Egypt’s President Mubarak telling them they’ve been in an undeclared civil war, Ethiopia’s drought crisis and request for aid, and the Italian elections, along with some fund “uomo nelle strada” interviews with either voters or football fans. The other big story seems to be the Sunday ferry flap in the Scottish islands of Lewis and Harris. It seems that a protest of the first Sunday arrival of the ferry fell through because everybody was in church.

7:38 a.m. Just now David brought up the coffee in the mugs some friends gave us 5 years ago when we bought this house. He’s put hazelnut creamer in it; this is one of those cozy little intimacies that goes right back to our first “dates” together. Getting towards the end of the Beeb’s broadcast, the Sports World segment comes on, full of incomprehensible terms and teams and lots of scores that sound like “West Ham: nil” and so on. And of course, the cricketing news is delightfully opaque.

8:00 a.m. Weekend Edition Sunday starts. We usually putter around in bed drinking coffee and petting the now-sated cat, who follows one or the other of us upstairs.

8:10 a.m. A really obnoxious alarm set to another NPR station goes off and is immediately slapped off. This is a fail-safe alarm that is meant to awaken me from a doze on weekdays, as I don’t have to be at work until 9, and David leaves early enough that I often fall sound asleep again. I’m trying to improve my on-time performance, so I try to get up soon after this alarm goes off. Weekend mornings, though, I disregard it.

9:00 a.m. I start thinking about getting something pulled together to get to church by 9:30 a.m. – choir practice time before the service.

9:25-9:35 a.m. I actually leave the house. “It’s only a couple of minutes’ away,” is the rationalization. This morning, I really have to make an effort to be there on time, because we have a boatload of music to rehearse again. Today is Palm Sunday, so we’ll be doing the dramatic reading of the Passion Gospel. I haven’t been specifically asked to be a reader, but I may get tapped to do one of the speaking parts. It happens – I can project clearly and they know I don’t have a problem with doing it. If not, I’ll be one of the chorus shouting “crucify him!”

After I toddle off to church, David will generally putter around here showering and reading news. After church, as it’s a beautiful day and there are actually early daffodills coming on, we may drive down to the Morton Arboretum and go for a long walk in the woodland glades.

Assisted Living

Don’t mind me, I’m just gathering links here. Nothing to see. ::whistles::

I heard a story on NPR about a new philosophy behind elder care a while back, and now I’m trying to run it down. So I’m going to gather a variety of links that may be useful later on. It’s not this one, it was more recent:

NPR : Assisted Living vs. Nursing Homes, Housing First

Doctors Share Their Woes Caring For Aging Parents

Senior Health: Overcoming Fears of Falling

NPR Search: Senior Health

FOUND IT at last: this is the story I remember hearing last summer:

Reformers Seek To Reinvent Nursing Homes

When I listened to this story, I was struck by the concept of “elderhood” and the high level of not just health care, but spirtual and emotional wellness that was part of their underlying philosophy. The movement is called “Green House Project.” As it happens, they’re offering workshops in selected cities for representatives of health care facilities interested in a holistic approach to eldercare. And they’re having a Salt Lake conference next week, and a Denver one next month. So perhaps in a few years, a Salt Lake senior care facility will be trying the Green House model. Maybe by then we’ll have a need for it – it’s actually a pretty high level of health care, but it’s on a group home model, so several residents are housed together, but each as their own little room, centered on a community room with a hearth, dining area, kitchen, and so forth. Supposedly the emphasis is on good food, well prepared, sort of on the “slow food” model. They’re big on the “convivium” concept – that food and dining together is to be savored and enjoyed. Hmm.

Anyway, here are some more links.

Products and Services for the Old

Getting Loved Ones to Accept Assisted Living

Probably Too Expensive, but they are close to clinics and offer a range from fully independent to assisted, with some health services.

Affordable, Is Affilated With Our Family Church, But Probably Not High Enough Level of Care (independent only)

Laundry List of facilities in Salt Lake

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US on Human Rights Council: Wait And See

This was another story I spotted the other day, but didn’t have time to finish (okay, shouldn’t really have started it at work, and then didn’t get around to publishing it til now.

Chicago Tribune | U.S. Will Pass on Rights Council, for Now

UNITED NATIONS — The United States has decided not to seek a seat on the new U.N. Human Rights Council for now, preferring instead to see how it takes shape, a U.S. official said Thursday.

“We’re going to take a wait and see attitude,” the U.S. official said, speaking in from Washington on condition of anonymity because the announcement was not expected to be made public until later in the day.

The United States was virtually alone in voting against the council when the U.N. General Assembly approved its creation last month. U.S. officials claimed not enough was done to prevent abusive countries from becoming members.

CRIMINEY. We’re the Land of the Free. We’re supposed to be the Leaders of the Free World. Who swiped my country and substituted this secretive, wet mess that backs off from doing the hard work on human rights and performs “renditions” in the dead of night to countries like frickin’ Djibouti???

Bush and Plame: Four Fair and Balanced Paragraphs

This week’s big news was the revelation that “Scooter” Libby testified to the grand jury that he had been given clearance by President Bush via Vice President Cheney to leak classified information about Valerie Plame’s work with the CIA to Judith Miller of the New York Times.

I wanted to compare and contrast several different news sources that covered this story. Just how fair and balanced is our national media? I looked around for several different sources and found some different takes on it.

Here’s how Editor and Publisher, a site by and for journalists, ran the story:

New Court Filing: Libby Got OK from Bush to Leak to Miller

NEW YORK Former White House aide I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby testified to a grand jury that he gave information from a National Intelligence Estimate on Iraq to New York Times reporter Judith Miller in 2003 with the specific permission of President Bush, according to a new court filing from the special prosecutor in the case.

This information was first published by The New York Sun earlier today. E&P has now examined the 39-page filing in PDF form.

“The court papers from the prosecutor, Patrick Fitzgerald, do not suggest that Mr. Bush violated any law or rule,” the Sun’s Josh Gerstein observes. “However, the new disclosure could be awkward for the president because it places him, for the first time, directly in a chain of events that led to a meeting where prosecutors contend the identity of a CIA employee, Valerie Plame, was provided to a reporter.”

In a court filing late Wednesday responding to requests from Libby’s attorneys for government records that might aid his defense, Fitzgerald wrote about the July 8, 2003, meeting: “Defendant testified that he was specifically authorized in advance of the meeting to disclose the key judgments of the classified NIE to Miller on that occasion because it was thought that the NIE was ‘pretty definitive’ against what Ambassador Wilson had said and that the vice president thought that it was ‘very important’ for the key judgments of the NIE to come out.”

Here’s the Chicago Tribune’s story from today:

Libby says Bush OK’d leak on Iraq

WASHINGTON — Long after President Bush warned that anyone in his administration who leaked classified information would suffer the consequences, a new federal court filing asserts that it was Bush himself who authorized release of once-classified intelligence about Iraq’s purported weapons of mass destruction in the summer of 2003.

Former vice presidential chief of staff Lewis “Scooter” Libby, who was indicted on obstruction of justice charges in the broad investigation of the leaked identity of a CIA officer, has testified that Bush authorized him to release “relevant” parts of a National Intelligence Estimate to offset criticism of the U.S.-led invasion of Iraq, according to court documents filed Wednesday.

The potentially embarrassing revelation for the Bush administration is contained in a federal court filing by the Chicago-based prosecutor, Patrick Fitzgerald, who is investigating the disclosure of the identity of CIA operative Valerie Plame. That document makes no connection between Bush and the leak of Plame’s name, but it draws Bush into a small circle that released selected national intelligence to counter the claims of an outspoken critic of the war.

The president had the legal authority to declassify information by releasing it, a government authority and outside experts say, but the alleged episode raises a more pressing political problem. It has increased demands for the White House–which refused to comment on the investigation Thursday–to publicly address a conflict between Bush’s criticism of leaks and his own alleged leaking.

The Salt Lake Tribune went with the Knight-Ridder story, bylined William Douglas:

Bush was behind CIA leak, aide says

WASHINGTON – President Bush authorized Vice President Dick Cheney’s former top aide to divulge classified intelligence information to a New York Times reporter in an effort to defend the president’s decision to go to war against Iraq, according to court papers made public Thursday.
The court documents indicate that Bush and Cheney authorized the release of the intelligence information after former Ambassador Joseph Wilson wrote a July 6, 2003, op-ed piece charging that the administration’s claim that Iraqi President Saddam Hussein was trying to obtain uranium from Niger was false. Some intelligence agencies also disputed the White House’s allegation at the time, and it later proved to be false.
The court documents provide the most concrete evidence to date that the president and vice president were engaged in a campaign to disclose selected snippets of highly classified intelligence, much of it misleading, exaggerated or wrong, to a few trusted journalists in an effort to bolster their case for war.
According to court papers filed by Special Prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald on Wednesday, former Cheney aide I. Lewis ”Scooter” Libby told a federal grand jury that he received ”approval from the president through the vice president” to reveal key judgments of the National Intelligence Estimate in 2003 about Saddam’s alleged attempts to develop weapons of mass destruction.

The more conservative Salt Lake paper, the church-owned Deseret News,
headlined it this way, using the New York Times news service story bylined by David Johnston and David E Sanger:

Ex-Cheney Aide says Bush OK’d Disclosure

WASHINGTON — Vice President Dick Cheney’s former chief of staff testified that he was authorized by President Bush, through Cheney, in July 2003 to disclose key portions of what until then was a classified prewar intelligence estimate on Iraq, according to a new court filing.
The testimony by the former official, I. Lewis Libby Jr., cited in a court filing by the government made late Wednesday, provides the first indication that Bush, who has long assailed leaks of secret information as a threat to national security, may have played a direct role in authorizing the disclosure of the intelligence report on Iraq.
The disclosure occurred at a moment when the White House was trying to defend itself against charges that it had inflated the case against Saddam Hussein.
The president has the authority to declassify information, and Libby indicated in his grand jury testimony that he believed Bush’s instructions — which prosecutors said Libby regarded as “unique in his recollection” — gave him legal cover to talk with a reporter about the intelligence.

Here’s how FOX News sees it:

FOXNews.com – Libby: Bush Authorized Leaks About Iraq – Politics | Republican Party | Democratic Party | Political Spectrum

WASHINGTON — President Bush was defending the War on Terror to an audience in North Carolina on Thursday, just as word came that newly filed court documents reveal Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney authorized Cheney’s former chief of staff to release classified information about Iraq in July 2003. (Emphasis: FOX News)

I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby, the only person indicted in the ongoing CIA leak investigation, told a grand jury that he had permission to discuss with reporters the National Intelligence Estimate regarding Iraq weapons systems.

Nothing in the papers indicate Bush or Cheney told Libby to reveal the name of CIA analyst Valerie Plame, nor do they suggest that either the president or vice president did anything illegal. But the documents do hint at more problems for the administration since some may show a plan to punish one of its critics, Plame’s husband, Amb. Joe Wilson.
(Emphasis: mine)

The new information is contained in 39 pages of arguments filed late Wednesday by prosecutors as part of an attempt to block subpoenas filed by Libby’s lawyers that could force high-ranking officials to testify, including former CIA Director George Tenet and Bush’s top political adviser, Karl Rove.

Are FOX News stories written by CARTOONS? That first paragraph is amazing. When I took high school journalism classes, ::modest cough:: I learned the basics of writing that all-important first block of text. They were “who, what, where, why, when,” not necessarily in that order – which can be varied to show a different emphasis on an aspect of the story.

What the hell does Bush defending the War! On! Terror! (to a presumably unfriendly audience) when “word came” have to do with this story? And this is the news channel that Cheney requests be pre-set on the TV when he travels? Obviously, the FOX News J-School, if they ever fund it, will have Propaganda 101-401 as core requirements.

Meanwhile, the well-regarded conservative New Hampshire paper, the Union-Leader, has not published anything on this story as of yet. It may be buried in their AP news feed… but I notice that they ran the story about Sam the wandering golden retriever on their front page the other day.

Okay, obviously the FOX News story I’m mocking is from a couple of days ago, but I continue to ponder this. Why is it that FOX News reserves the right to use the phrase “Fair and Balanced” to describe its reportage, when all they produce is relentlessly rightward spin favorable to the Bush administration? There was a moment when Brit Hume grumbled about even having the headline “Libby Tells Procecutors Bush Authorized CIA Leak” (as the in-studio staff applauds). Subtext: “We don’t want to report this because it damages the President’s reputation, but we have to, so we’ll hold our noses.” It was a completely factual headline, but apparently no one had time to re-write it to spin more favorably in Bush’s favor. Because the truth hurts the President, and they don’t like reporting whatever hurts him… so logically, they don’t like reporting the hurtful truth.

Via a helpful link at Crooks and Liars, an analysis of how the story is currently being spun: the disclosure was legal, because the President authorized it. So the President is not the Leaker In Chief after all. When actually, it was not legal, and not officially declassified, at the time Libby went to Judth Miller with his notes. Remember, it was all to discredit Joseph’s Wilson refusal to toe the party line on Iraq trying to buy uranium and make those elusive, never-to-be-found weapons of mass destruction. Way back when justifying the invasion was Job One.

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Baby Shower Gone Bad

Chicago Tribune | 3 Arrested at Mass. Baby Shower Brawl

SPRINGFIELD, Mass. — An argument at a baby shower escalated into a brawl in which one man was shot and the pregnant guest of honor was beaten with a stick, police said.

Three people were arrested after the fight, described by police as a “baby shower gone bad.”

Authorities said the shooting victim, Aristotle Garcia, got into a fight with a man who is dating his ex-girlfriend. The argument, over whether the woman let their 5-year-old daughter drink beer, escalated and drew in two other people — Jazz Rivas and Juan Velazquez, said Police Lt. Cheryl C. Claprood.

When the baby shower’s hostess tried to intervene, Rivas began hitting some of the guests, including the 22-year-old mother-to-be, with a large stick, she said.

You know, this one is just too easy to mock.

New Nukes? No! No!

Chicago Tribune | U.S. Rolls Out Nuclear Plan

The Bush administration Wednesday unveiled a blueprint for rebuilding the nation’s decrepit nuclear weapons complex, including restoration of a large-scale bomb manufacturing capacity.

The plan calls for the most sweeping realignment and modernization of the nation’s massive system of laboratories and factories for nuclear bombs since the end of the Cold War.

Until now, the nation has depended on carefully maintaining aging bombs produced during the Cold War arms race, some several decades old. The administration, however, wants the capability to turn out 125 new nuclear bombs per year by 2022, as the Pentagon retires older bombs that it says will no longer be reliable or safe.

Why in the hell do we need 125 new bombs per year? It’s not about deterrence, it’s about having a nice stash of more modern, more easily protected, more portable tactical weapons. Sure, the old bombs are becoming decrepit. They also don’t fit in the back of a Hummer, or in a carry-on.

Mug shot

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I decided to take a photo of something I use every single workday – actually two things. That’s my handmade, wide-bottomed coffee mug, bought when we went on a road trip to Starved Rock State Park. Every weekday morning without fail, I fill the thing with coffee, at least twice. And the green folder underneath it is the hated group hotels file, one of my least favorite tasks.

Still, I do it to the best of my abilities, and today I got an award at work – kind of the runner-up award to the big one, which involves travel to a national rah-rah festival that frankly isn'[t my bag. I like my award better; I don’t have to leave David and Riley, and I still get some nice recognition, a nice reward, and lunch at one of the nicer hotels downtown.

Via: Flickr Title: Mug shot By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 6 Apr ’06, 9.20am CDT PST

TAR 9 Leg… 4? No, 5

Okay, it’s been that kind of week. They screw with things at work, they screw with things on my show. So here it is Wednesday at 7pm, time to watch Amazing Race in its new! Amazing! Timeslot! and see if I can keep up “live,” or if I need a bevvy assist. Tonight’s beverage of choice: Sea Dog Special Brew Blueberry Wheat Beer.

Don’t laugh, it’s quite tasty and refreshing, and the doggy on the label is wearing the cutest li’l sou’wester hat.

Let us begin where the last episode ended – Segesta, Sicily. The pit stop was a beautifully preserved old Greek temple (Sicily was settled by the Greeks, apparently. It’s a beautiful setting.

The episode is titled “Sleep Deprivation Is Really Starting To Irritate Me.” Who said this? I’m going to guess Lori for now, because it seems like a pretty nerdy thing to say. Here we go.

It starts with a total recap of the season so far. Must be hoping to catch new viewers on the new night and time. Credits roll.

It’s funny how the monkey looks completely unfazed by the fact that he follows Dani and Danielle. Should he not be sad the Pinks are gone?

BJ: 229am
Drive to Catalina – no CATANIA, doofus! 135 miles. They stop to pet a friendly pooch and then someone comments “all right, let’s find this bufflejam.” What? Has Tyler been taking Lake Linguistics? They p

EJ 411am. Whoa! almost 2 hours! They totally mispronounce every Italian word in their clue. They’re happily clueless. They think they’ve got a good map.

JM: 5am. Monica murders all those words. Joseph is happy with Monica’s performance thus far. This does not bode well, based on the previews we saw. They immediately stop for directions, as they have NO MAP and ask some guy to give them his.

Frankenberry: 518am. Barry is revealed as a Vietnam vet. Beware the Ian Edit. They navigate with a book.

BJ get to the town, and get a driving Fern to lead them. They murder the name of the Orariio di Apertera. They leave a fake “Everybody please sign in” and make random pizza jokes before wandering off.

LM 606am. They think they’re shorted the cash, but find the last few bucks. That’s a sign of a mistake to come. Scary music plays over their exit from the area and they’re clearly headed

DL 625am depart with goofy happy music playing. They weren’t happy but they’ll keep on trucking. They navigate themselves to the Autostrada.

RY 634am murder the Italians again. It’s fully light by the time they depart the temple. She really loves Ray. They get directions from some guy and still look clueless.

EJ arrives at the cluebox. They sign the “signup sheet.” BJ and Tyler snicker in their car but the ruse is discovered. But for a second, they were taken in. Official, dudes.

JM get a driving Fern to lead them.

FB see a fabulous statue ahead without a head. Then Barry gets them stuck in a tiny street.

Open time at the Orario. EJ beats BJ to the cluebox. Hah!

Head Count! They must count the heads on the fence posts at the ampy-the ater. Then check in with the groundskeeper.

EJ and BJ both get the correct number, 41. They get the clue for the Detour:

Big Fish, or Little Fish.

Either lug one big fish to a vendor, or sell a bunch of little fish. Brawn vs…. Sales Guy.

FB frustrated at being lost in small streets in rush hour – he says they’re totally screwed and it’s a disaster. Total disaster. That’s Frankenbarry for you.

Commercial. Something I didn’t need to see: Eric or Jeremy is wearing blue underwear.

FB whine.

LM is in town, and freaking out in traffic.

DL also stuck in traffic

RY on the highway

JM get to the Teatro and pull the clue – currently in 3rd place. They start counting heads

BJ and Tyler arrive at the fishmonger’s stand right after EJ to pick up their sword fish. Whoa! The old dude has one of those brassy, metallic voices, just like the guys at Pike Place Fish Market!

They run off with big dead fish on their backs. We learn that large dead fish feel either like big wet cats, or like ice packs after a while.

JM decide they’ve got 41 heads. They get their clue. Whee! Monica has to carry a 30 pound fish and she doesn’t know if she can do it.

Market. BJ and EJ are looking for the dude. They all talk in stupid accents whenthey arrive and get their clues.

Drive to Siracusa, find the Ponte Umbertino. Much yelling of Eh, paisano!

Monica and Joe meet them and get a big fishy hug.

FB spot a tiny alley and actually sneak up on the cluebox from behind. 4th place. Funky “we’re clueless” music plays as they figure out what they’re supposed to do with the clue. On the fenceposts. On the fenceposts.

EJBJ team up to follow each other. They spot FB counting heads. They get on the Siracusa road. Sir-a-cuuuusaaa.

FB get a count of 41. They eventually find the groundskeeper and decide to have fun selling little fish.

JM. Monica is struggling wiht her fish. At first, it’s all “woo-hoo.”

LM still freaking out in traffic. DL find a clear spot but they’re arguing about whether to stop and ask or park and wander.

RY stuck in traffic. They decide to park… but the clue says where to park their cars? They start asking for the Teatro Romano. On foot. Really agressively.

FB arrive at the Mercato Storico. They start yelling “Pesce! Pesce fresco!”

JM – Monica is upset at fish guts and is starting to whine. They deliver to the wrong fishmonger. Heh! Monica is starting to lose it.

FB start to sell fishies.

Monica starts screaming for Joseph to show some guy the clue with the fishmonger’s name. She can’t carry it. He’s yelling “WHAT??” It’s the worst thing she’s ever done, and she can’t carry it. Jeez! She’s AT the location! She’s already carried it most of the way, she just needs to find the right stall. They spotted Fran and Barry selling fish earlier – do they not know or guess that they’d be near the right fishmonger?

Commercial. A cute puppy sings “There ain’t no bugs on me.” This is American culture at its finest.

Monica is crying and screaming but she’s attempting to carry the fish. She threatens to stab bystanders with the fish. But they find the right guy. Clue. Find the whatever, let’s go. She’s crying and filthy. Joseph swears he already asked “that one sonovabitch” if he was the guy. They’re both on the ragged edge of nothing, and we haven’t hit the roadblock yet.

FB seem to be selling fish effectively now. Barry’s back hair glistens in the morning light. They get their clue and say they had fun. They end smiling big smiles and laughing.

LM finally reach the parking area for the ampitheater. FB mutter that they won’t give Lake a pointer to the cluebox as they drive away. They go to two random guys who aren’t the groundskeeper and are told “Yes. 41.” Gee the Italians are helpful. They finally find the One True Groundskeeper and get the fish clue. Surprisingly, Michelle agrees to carry Big Fish. Go figure.

FB spot the Siracusa highway road. They got a break.

JM stuck in traffic. Joseph amuses himself by honking at other drivers. Monica pouts, beautifully but fishily.

Michelle uses Mommy Logic to insist that she can carry the fish. They easily find “Yagino” and clue up. They made that look pretty easy.

DL, trailing badly on the street. They find a Fern to show them on his scooter. They love each other.

RY finally find the Teatro. LM trying to find their way out of the parking lot. Michelle knows the way. She knew all along. Lake finally agrees that she had it right.

RY count slowly and find the groundskeeper.

DL finally arrive in last place. They walk around counting heads.

RY pick up a Big Fish. Yolanda’s not crazy about it but she’s gamely carrying it. I can’t believe more people didn’t go for “Little Fish.”

DL get a 41 count. Gee, that was hard. They decide to carry Big Fish. The fish drips and drips and drips and the tail goes flap, flap, flap over her shoulder as they march away toward the Mercato Storico (that means “Historic Market,” by the way). They may or may not know that they’re in last place.

EJ arrive at Siracusa. Roadblock:

Kayak Polo. Join a pro team and play in a game – score one goal with your paddle into a big net. Awesome! Jeremy crashes into his new teammates.

RY deliver the fish, but before leaving town they get directions for the Siracusa road.

DL love each other and their fish tailes flap. They clue up and buy a map.

Eric calls Jeremy a pansy, but then he scores a goal. Very suspect. Head to the Pit Stop, Fonte Aretusa.

BJ takes the Roadblock. He more or less easily maneuvers to make the goal.

FB arrive at the Roadblock, so do JM. Barry and Joseph do it. But Barry doesn’t know how to paddle.

Awesome, the town band is there to welcome them!

EJ are first. They are welcomed by the saxophonist. And Phil. They win a fricken cruise! Sucks to BJ and Tyler’s cameras!

BJ arrive second.

Joseph scores a goal and clues up. Barry finally lines up and scores. On foot to the Pit Stop, they all say. I wonder if this will be that thing we all love, “foreshadowing?”

Michelle takes the roadblock. Lake has taken them all up to now. She gets mad and yells “no! no! no! no!” She can’t throw it and Lake screams from the sidelines like a parent whose head is about to explode. The locals look on in some bemusement.

After the commercial break, she succeeds. Lake screams enthusiasm for going on foot. Foot! YES!

JM arrive third. So her meltdown was a fakeout on the previews.

FB arrive fourth. They’re all smiles.

RY are asking the way to Ponte Umbertino. So are Dave and Lori.

Lake and Michelle arrive at the bandstand.. They kiss, ickily. They arrive fifth.

Ray takes the roadblock. He capsizes and appears not to be able to paddle the kayak. But his athleticism does him good – he one-hands it from way, way back in the pack.

DL arrive last at the kayak. Dave takes it. His first shot: miss. Second shot scores. They’re not moving that fast to the Pit Stop.

RY approach under a raincloud. DL look confused. It’s Ray and Yolanda, arriving sixth.

DL approach to sad music and the band plays on. Phil greets them: they’re the last team to arrive and they’ve been eliminated. And well deserved, because they struggled in the back of the pack too much. I liked them a lot and thought they were funny people.

Nerds rule, says Dave. They do, indeed, rule.

So next week, I wonder if it’ll be a non-elim? I wonder if the “each partner must do at least X roadblocks” rule will finally surface? I wondered about it when Lake seemed to want Michelle to do the Roadblock.

Next week- we’re off to Greece. Greek athletics! Wrestling! Locals in period dress laughing their asses off! And Fran is scared to bunjy in the pouring rain! Frankly, I’d be scared, too. Why the hell did they come on this thing if she’s scared to bunjy and it’s her greatest fear? Do they not watch this show??

Well, it’s about time to make some dinner, but before we do, I just have to say that that wasn’t that exciting an episode. There wasn’t that much movement in the ranks, and the top four are the same four teams as last week and the week before, although EJ traded back up into first place. Dang, it’s looking a little too predictable – Eric/Jeremy, BJ/Tyler, Joseph/Monica, Fran/Barry for the final four. Although it appears that Monica doesn’t have the guts to tough it out (other than the ones the fish dribbled on her shirt), so maybe Ray/Yolanda or Lake/Michelle still have a chance.

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How Convenient

Chicago Tribune | Intelligence watchdog slow to bite

WASHINGTON — When a privacy-rights group requested records to show how many times a secretive presidential oversight board had asked the Justice Department to investigate possible violations of intelligence-gathering laws since 2001, the answer that came back last month was as simple as it was startling.

Zero.

One possible reason: For more than half of President Bush’s first term, the Intelligence Oversight Board had no members because Bush did not appoint anyone to it.

Bush didn’t make appointments to the board until March 17, 2003, well after his administration had begun an aggressive post-Sept. 11, 2001, expansion of intelligence-related activity.

Oh, that’s nice. An oversight board that’s been around since the Ford administration, marginalized just when inactivity would be most convenient.

The appointments in 2003 were politicized – some old hands, and quite a few big-money gladhanders and Texas oilman Ray Hunt… get this, he’s a director of Halliburton.

The head of the boards (actually, two boards) resigned in 2005 in what else, a conflict-of-interest scandal. Since October, the board has more or less been de-politicized and turned around, and is actually packed with reasonably well-seasoned members.

But they still hadn’t referred any of the possible violations sent to them by the FBI through the end of last year to the Justice Department for investigation.