July 15, 2006 - July 8, 2006
Saturday, May 28, 2005
What do these two have in common?
Think it over. We'll be back with the answer after the holiday weekend.
Friday, May 27, 2005
When faced with a choice of doing our work or getting a jump start on summer, we've got to go with
the summer thing. Even in Philadelphia, summer will not just be an idea this weekend, it will come into
focus as the afternoon highs press into the eighties.
We'll be having fun -- so don't forget to do the same. But, be careful so we can all get back together
next week. Happy Memorial Day.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Michelle Malkin is reporting that there are a large number of fake blogs all over the internet. We
were reading the post when we noticed a TRACKBACK from AutoPundit.
After an in-house investigation, we determined that no one here posted this TRACKBACK, so if you did it
please let us know. Tech Tonic is investigating AutoPundit's generation emulation software package,
GR20IP Turbo v.1.2, to see if it is possible that this TRACKBACK was posted by AutoPundit,
himself. We will keep you posted as progress is made. It seems highly unlikely that AutoPundit
has begun to think for himself, but, Tech Tonic was a little pale when he told us he agreed, but that
it is possible.
: Michelle Malkin has removed the TRACKBACK in order for us to monitor AutoPundit's
circuitry more directly from here. Thanks Michelle.
Another Gutsy Speedster
A year ago, the Philadelphia region was caught up in the story of Smarty
, the little horse who overcame an accident that left him
blind in one eye to win the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness. What are
the odds that the very next year would bring us another melodramatic
winner from Philly? About 2-to-5, apparently.
This time, the hero is a gorgeous stallion named Afleet Alex, purchased
by a syndicate of five owners for $75,000 and named for a valiant
little girl who fought cancer with a lemonade stand. Like a typical
Philadelphian, Afleet Alex has had his own experiences with bad luck.
The Kentucky Derby this year was part horse race and part rush hour on
the Schuylkill Expressway, as (seemingly) thousands of horses jostled
fender to fender at blistering speeds for the right to merge into too
few lanes of traffic. Afleet Alex battled through the melee and took
the lead but failed to look out for that bane of highway commuters, the
right-lane bandit who sneaks by from your blind spot.
The track stewards at Pimlico obviously liked the freeway free-for-all
ambiance of the Kentucky event, and so they decided it would be fun to
run the Preakness like a demolition derby. Since Pimlico is a shorter
and narrower track than Churchill Downs, only a few hundred horses were
led into the starting gate last Saturday, but all of them were intent
on blocking the path of Afleet Alex, who was the betting favorite
despite the participation of the two horses who had beaten him to the
exit ramp in Kentucky. What happened next was -- no kidding -- the
stuff of legend.
The first two-thirds of the race looked a lot like a rerun from two
weeks earlier. Too many horses thundered into the first turn, and the
traffic down the back straight was bumper to bumper. Afleet Alex
started his move on the final turn, dashing outside to escape the crush
near the rail. A horse named Scrappy T (!), without so much as a glance
at the rearview mirror, veered across Alex's path from the right lane,
cutting him off. Knocked off balance, Alex stumbled, almost to his
knees, while his jockey pitched sideways in the saddle, and everyone
watching waited for horse and rider to go down.
Afleet Alex --
Almost down but far from out.
[And now for a digression from the main story line, which somehow
skips from disaster to victory on a seamless tide of adrenaline. Or is
it seamless? After the race, the critical seconds were shown again and
again -- and you can see the video here
-- but each time the
footage ran I sensed a kind of hiccup in the continuity. Afleet Alex
was falling, the jockey hiked out and in danger, and then there seemed
to be an infinitesimal freezing of time in its tracks, which burst
suddenly back into motion with Afleet Alex at full gallop, pulling
mightily away from Scrappy T. I couldn't detect the instant at which
the fall ended and the horse and rider righted themselves, as if that
instant had been clipped from my perceptions or accomplished in the
space between moments. There, on film, I seemed to behold a factual
record of discontinuity, an event that occurred outside the realm of
possibility and was therefore concealed in the microscopic folds of
time. Was this an illusion, wishful thinking, the mere jarring
suddenness of the transformation from graceless calamity to reasserted
control? Or was this the kind of event whose inevitability overrode the
limitations of physics and human perception? I do not know. I choose to
call it a hiccup. You call it what you like.]
Afleet Alex stopped himself from plunging knees down into the track
surface, rescued perhaps by the jockey's terrified and determined pull
on the bit, and he hurled himself into a furious gallop that leaped past Scrappy T and propelled him over the finish line all
alone and still pulling away from the field.
He won going away.
A year ago, we Philadelphians were
regarding the Preakness as a stepping stone to the potential greatness
of a Triple Crown. This year, we know the greatness is already assured.
It doesn't matter if the Belmont Stakes stewards try to up the ante by
turning their event into the chariot race from Ben Hur or clog their
track with 10,000 equine obstacles to victory. Afleet Alex doesn't have
to win there, doesn't even have to race there, to be great. He has
aleady exalted the poignant memory of his namesake with an heroic and
stupendously brave triumph over the odds. Unless it was all a miracle
instead. Either way, I wouldn't dream of betting against this
particular horse ever again.
We Philadelphians take our sport seriously.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Arianna's Panties in Bunch
Howard Dean on
Meet the Press yesterday
. I'm really beginning to appreciate the Huffington Post
. There are
these multiple layers of teasers for the blog entries. First, there's
the one or two sentence intro on the main page, accompanied by a link
to the "whole post." When you click on that, you get to a two-or-three
paragraph chunk of prose which is also followed by a link to the "whole
post." When you click on that
you discover there isn't any more. It looks like the celebrities are
pioneering a brand new form called the half-essay. Write a topic
sentence, describe something you like or don't like, express your
feelings about it and then -- where other writers might explain or
rebut or introduce new facts or define an interesting alternative
perspective -- just stop dead.
It's an interesting new reading experience and oddly refreshing
somehow. It's like watching a woman get ready to deliver a stinging
slap. Her face squinches up, her hand closes into a finely manicured
paddle, executes a swift backswing, and then... she whirls on her high
heels and walks away.
The first couple of times I was surprised. David Mamet wrote a blog
about the firing of John Simon as theater critic of the NYT. It was
about two sentences long. He's glad Simon is gone...........?! Jim
Lampley wrote a blog about the fact that steroid abuse in baseball has
been going on a lot longer and more seriously than most people realize.
His conclusion? That steroid abuse in baseball has been going on a lot
longer and more seriously than most people realize...?! And today we
have a new entry from Arianna herself on the subject of Howard Dean's
appearance on "Meet the Press." I thought it was going to be a pip
because I'd already read the Newsmax account of the show, which
included these gloating paragraphs:
During the show, Dean claimed,
"Hypocrisy is a value that I think has been embraced by the Republican
Party," and he vowed to Russert that "I will use whatever position I
have in order to root out hypocrisy."
Ironically, Russert played the hypocrisy-exposing role as he repeatedly
unmasked Dean's integrity on key issues, including:
Dean defended his declaration last week that House Majority Leader Tom
DeLay should begin serving a jail sentence.
"I think Tom DeLay ought to go back to Houston, where he can serve his
jail sentence down there courtesy of the Texas taxpayers," Dean said on
Dean stuck to his guns, telling host Tim Russert: "He hasn't been
convicted yet, but ... I think there's a reasonable chance that this
may end up in jail."
Asked if his harsh rhetoric toward DeLay wasn't hypocritical given his
comments during the 2004 presidential campaign, when Dean said he
didn't want to prejudge even Osama bin Laden, the top Democrat told
"To be honest with you, Tim, I don't think I'm prejudging [DeLay]."
Dean then ticked off several unproven allegations against the House
When Russert noted that the top Republican had yet to be charged with
even a single crime, Dean countered, "Three of the things I've
mentioned he has already done and been admonished for by the House
Russert noted how little support Dean's position has, even among top
Democrats, quoting Congressman Barney Frank, a liberal Democrat, who
said: "That's just wrong. I think Howard Dean was out of line talking
about DeLay. The man has not been indicted. I don't like him, I
disagree with some of what he does, but I don't think you, in a
political speech, talk about a man as a criminal or his jail sentence."
Russert asked if it was appropriate that Dean has Ok'd the posting of a
bogus mug shot of DeLay on the DNC Web site, suggesting that the
Republican has already been charged with a crime.
Dean sidestepped the issue, saying that DeLay should not be serving in
Congress. In his answer, Dean then claimed, incredibly, that the
Democrats are "not going to stoop to the kind of divisiveness that the
Republicans are doing."
There's a lot more
but all of it is in the same vein, with Dean obviously straining inside
the straitjacket of his own arrogance to deflect the interview away
from the mean streak in his leadership style and its implications. (There's a full
thought Arianna was going to sail to the defense of Dean's character
like an angry mother Rottweiler. But here's the beginning of her blog:
There I was, as is my Sunday
morning tradition, watching Meet the Press while doing yoga. (Or is it
doing yoga while watching Meet the Press? Whatever.) Tim Russert was
interviewing Howard Dean. At least, I’m pretty sure it was Russert. For
one thing, I was in the Uttanasana II position, so I couldn’t see very
well. For another, what I was hearing sounded remarkably like some
White House flack:
“Wasn’t it the intelligence community that misled the president?”
“When did the president ever suggest that Saddam Hussein was
responsible for September 11?”
“Well, you said there were weapons of mass destruction.”
But the key exchange came when Dean raised the most critical point
DEAN: Because of the president’s actions, I would argue that we are in
greater danger now because of what’s going on in Iraq than we were
before. Now there are terrorists in Iraq. They have migrated there
since our troops were there.
RUSSERT: Let me stay on your rhetoric…
Nice pivot, Tim. Yes, by all means, let’s stay on Dean’s rhetoric
rather than on the insignificant fact that our country is less safe as
a result of our invasion of Iraq. Good to see you’ve got your
priorities in order.
Okay, back to Downward Facing Dog…
All right. I cheated. That's not the beginning of her blog. It's the whole
. We're supposed to know she's not happy with Tim Russert
because he actually asked some tough questions of the DNC chair and had
the nerve to follow up on them as if he were a serious and objective
journalist. We're supposed to accept her quicksilver assumption that
because Dean tries to change the subject as a way of escaping
increasingly embarrassing questions, we should suddenly share her
rekindled outrage about the Bush foreign policy. And we're supposed to
accept without question or factual support of any kind the ancient Dean
charge that we are in more danger from terrorists as a result of the
Iraq War. Dean's lame, backpedaling quote of his failed campaign
position is good enough for her, so it damn well ought to be good
enough for us. End of discussion.
So the reason Arianna wrote was... uh... to show us that she could
write a blog about Meet the Press
And having brought up the subject and announced her feeings about it,
she was so proud of her accomplishment that she could quit the field of
verbal combat without offering anything new or interesting? There's got
to be a term for this new kind of blog punditry. How about Premature
Uh oh. Did I actually make a point of some kind? I better stop now
before I compound the error.
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