Monthly Archives: June 2006

From Lake Woebegone

My friend Jenan sent me this and it’s too good not to reprint in full:

With Ineptitude on Full Display, the Party’s Over for Republicans

by Garrison Keillor

People who live in mud huts should not throw mud, especially if it comes from their own roofs. As Scripture says, don’t point to the speck in your neighbor’s eye when you have a piece of kindling in your own.

I see by the papers that the Republicans want to make an issue of Nancy Pelosi in the congressional races this fall: Would you want a San Francisco woman to be speaker of the House?

Will the podium be repainted in lavender stripes with a disco ball overhead? Will she be borne into the chamber by male dancers with glistening torsos and wearing pink tutus? After all, in the unique worldview of old elephants, “San Francisco” is a code word for “g-a-y,” and after assembling a record of government lies, incompetence and disaster, the party in power hopes that the fear of g-a-y-s will pull it through in November.

Running against Ms. Pelosi, a woman who comes from a district where there are known gay persons, is a nice trick, but it does draw attention to the large shambling galoot who is speaker now, Tom DeLay’s enabler for years, a man who, judging by his public mutterances, is about as smart as most high school wrestling coaches.

For the past year, Dennis Hastert has been two heartbeats from the presidency. He is a man who seems content just to have a car and driver and three square meals a day. He has no apparent vision beyond the urge to hang onto power. He has succeeded in turning Congress into a branch of the executive branch. If Mr. Hastert becomes the poster boy for the Republican Party, this does not speak well for them as the Party of Ideas.

People who want to take a swing at San Francisco should think twice. Yes, the Irish coffee at Fisherman’s Wharf is overpriced, and the bus tour of Haight-Ashbury is disappointing (where are the hippies?), but the Bay Area is the cradle of the computer and software industry, which continues to create jobs for our children.

The iPod was not developed by Baptists in Waco. There may be a reason for this. Creative people thrive in a climate of openness and tolerance, since some great ideas start out sounding ridiculous.

Creativity is a key to economic progress. Authoritarianism is stifling. I don’t believe that Mr. Hewlett and Mr. Packard were gay, but what’s important is: In San Francisco, it doesn’t matter so much. When the cultural Sturmbannfuhrers try to marshal everyone into straight lines, it has consequences for the economic future of this country.

Meanwhile, the Current Occupant goes on impersonating a president. Somewhere in the quiet leafy recesses of the Bush family, somebody is thinking, “Wrong son. Should’ve tried the smart one.”

This one’s eyes don’t quite focus. Five years in office and he doesn’t have a grip on it yet. You stand him up next to Tony Blair at a press conference and the comparison is not kind to Our Guy. Historians are starting to place him at or near the bottom of the list. And one of the basic assumptions of American culture is falling apart: the competence of Republicans.

You might not have always liked Republicans, but you could count on them to manage the bank. They might be lousy tippers, act snooty, talk through their noses, wear spats and splash mud on you as they race their Pierce-Arrows through the village, but you knew they could do the math.

To see them produce a ninny and then follow him loyally into the swamp for five years is disconcerting, like seeing the Rolling Stones take up lite jazz. So here we are at an uneasy point in our history, mired in a costly war and getting nowhere, a supine Congress granting absolute power to a president who seems to get smaller and dimmer, and the best the GOP can offer is San Franciscophobia? This is beyond pitiful. This is violently stupid.

It is painful to look at your father and realize the old man should not be allowed to manage his own money anymore. This is the discovery the country has made about the party in power. They are inept. The checkbook needs to be taken away. They will rant, they will screech, they will wave their canes at you and call you all sorts of names, but you have to do what you have to do.

© 2006 The Baltimore Sun

Infection notice

There is some chance that I’ve opened a Yahoo! email with the “New Graphic Site” tag.  I don’t think so, but it’s possible.  It’s a worm called JS.Yamanner or something like that.  I almost never use my Yahoo email and sometimes I just go through the list of incoming deleting one at a time.  I think I remember seeing that tag, but I can’t be sure since it would have been in a basket of spam.  In all events, please scan your computers since the worm if I’ve got it would go to my address book.

I apologize for any inconvenience. Here’s the story:

Tue Jun 13, 1:48 AM ET

Yahoo Inc. (Nasdaq:YHOO – news), the world’s largest provider of e-mail services, said on Monday that a software virus aimed at Yahoo Mail users had infected “a very small fraction” of its base of more than 200 million accounts.

The e-mail virus, or worm, has been dubbed Yamanner and landed in Yahoo mailboxes bearing the headline “New Graphic Site.” Once opened, the message infects the computer and spreads to other users listed in Yahoo users’ e-mail address books, security experts said.

The e-mail containing the virus need only be opened — in contrast to most worms that are hidden in attachments and require users to take an additional step — to release the virus, according to computer security site Symantec Corp..

The Sunnyvale, California-based company advised users to update virus and firewall software on their computers and to block any e-mail sent from the address “[email protected].”

Paseo Festival photos

Skip Ziusudra has posted about 50 pictures he took at Paseo Festival over Memorial Day weekend on the Paseo webpage:

http://www.thepaseo.com

 

Those of you who MySpace will recognize Christina O.  Skip was obviously taken with her and her “twin” partner, both of whom danced through the first day of the festival in their white skirts.

There’s also a crowd shot of a guy with sunglasses and a black shirt who seems oddly familiar.  See if you can figure out which picture and what guy.  He’s talking to a blonde.

Goood times.  good times.

 

 

Monday night in Belle Isle

Things are pretty quiet here in the NW corner of the bubble.  We’re pretty self content, self reliant and carefree.

Went to work today and came home and did chores like a grown up.

I’m a little sunburned from too much time without screen at Gary’s pool this weekend and I still have a bruise or two and a muscle twinge now and again, but, after all, I walked away from a totaled sports car and all i have to complain about is the IV bruise on my right wrist?

 

Life is F’n GOOD!

 

Got started taking the doors off the kitchen cabinets and also took out the old shelf paper and returned the glass and crockery.  Haven’t done it all by any means, but I have a good idea of what it will look like and I pretty much like it.

Went to the grocery, fixed a salad and nuked frozen cordon bleu for dinner, did laundry and dishes and put up my clothes.  Took shirts to the cleaners with some slacks.

Put in a good 4-5 hours of billable time today on discovery matters.

Got a new driver’s license.  My old one had expired in ’05 — an embarassment during some recent well-known events, if you catch my drift, nudge-nudge, wink-wink.

Went to Starbucks this morning and saw dzaster and mickeybiker and when I went back, saw SuzArt, The Gary, bkmdano and Larry P.

So, it’s 10 o’clock and I’m listening to gypsy kings and feeling pretty self satisfied.

As I was telling Ozzie and Desi the other day, I don’t care what Gracie says to George, life is pretty good  …

Arsenic and Old Lace

Here’s a story from the NY Times that some of us heard on NPR the other day:

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/12/us/12grannies.html?ex=1307764800&en=d6c46c91d2d872bc&ei=5088&partner=rssnyt&emc=rss

 

It’s about two elderly women who are accused of befriending homeless men, insuring their lives and, after waiting two years, killing them in hit-and-run “accidents”.  They collected some $2.2 million, but not all the insurance companies paid and got the police involved.  Right now, they are only charged with fraud in the insurance applications because there was some hanky panky about their insurable interest since they applied as “aunt” or “fiancee” and misrepresented the men’s income, etc.

The results are in

And the tally is now official:

Minivan lost in a landslide to my daughter’s suggestion to get a “silver” car to match my silver hair.

I’ll be driving a 2005 Chrysler Sebring Touring convertible with all the bells and whistles.

And I mean ALL the bells and whistles: A button you push to put up or bring down the top automatically (includes auto lowering of the windows); 6 CD changer and modified speakers; auto transmission, power steering and brakes; remote keyless entry and theft alarm; leather interior with cloth inserts; temp guage and compass.  I asked if it gave blow jobs on demand and they said that was a self-install feature not available at dealerships.

However, I was anally assaulted by the finance guys — staying home won’t be a problem with the car payments I’ll have until sometime after my death in 2012.  No kiss, either.

Four people can sit in the car comfortably — how odd! — and no one in the world has smoked a cigaret in its interior.  No “new car” smell, however.

VERY different to drive.  It’s not nearly as peppy as the Miata, nor as road hugging and the ABS antilock brakes just about throw me through the front windshield.  It gets OK gas mileage at 28 on the highway and 22 in town.

I have both factory warranty and extended warranty for the next 43,000 and then another 60,000 — it has about 18,000 miles on it at present.

“Certified Pre-Owned” means something, but who really knows?

If you see me, ask about how my driver’s license figures into my day today.

 

 

 

This kind of stiff isn't sexy

I feel like I’ve been run over by a Cadillac.

I have been run over by a Cadillac.

I’m not so stiff and sore that I want to take another Loratab — the hydrocodone just made me feel loopy and confused and nauseous the next day.

Ibuprophen seems to do a better job for me with less side effects.

I do feel stiff and sore.  About like a night on the ground camping or falling asleep on the couch in front of the television.

One of the most irritating aftereffects of the car wreck physically is the place where the EMSA tech put in an IV on my right wrist.  Hurts to the touch 48 hours later.

It’s official that the insurance company is calling my car a total loss and I’ll have to go today to get my stuff out of the Miata, get my title to sign over, get my payoff balance on my car loan, get my check for the next disaster.

Despite speculation elsewhere (on MCARP’s 3:40 a.m., link at right), I still have no clue about what kind of vehicle I’ll get next.  Anyone fancy a trip through the strip of car dealerships on Broadway Extension or down in Norman on the “magnificant mile of cars”?

I tried looking for a replacement online, but kept being distracted by new Miatas and Toyota Spyders and Plymouth Solaris — you get the drift.  It’s hard to say goodbye to the convertible life.

Being without transportation, it wasn’t hard spending the night at home last night, but I haven’t quite conquered the trick of getting away from the laptop and into the kitchen to do the remodeling.  Part of that is that my air conditioning has been going out and the repair guy has been here twice this week to fix a unit that’s only a year old.

It’s not cool when there’s no cooling at my house.

And, even with the warranty break, the bill for the serviceman’s work adds up.

Not being able to get to work also means that I’m not making any money while I’m spending every day.

I also think something happened to my cellphone in the wreck.  The outside display won’t work when there’s an incoming call, so I don’t have caller ID before answering.

Nevermind.  I missed about a dozen “how are you?” calls yesterday just being asleep and out of it. 

Oh well, better get to slogging through my terrible “filing” system (I throw things into a drawer) to see if I can come up with the car title.

ttfn

Good-bye to a great many things.

Many of you know that I was in a car wreck Wednesday about 5:30 p.m. at the intersection of NW 26th and Walker.  A yellow Caddilac ran a stop sign and I broadsided him in the Miata.  He left the scene of the accident.

I did, too. By EMSA ambulance. 

I’m all right, CAT scanned and X-rayed.

They released me from the ER at St. Anthony’s about 8:30 p.m. with a Loritab script and a sore shoulder.

The police were nice.  The wrecker driver was nice.  The EMSA techs were funny and nice.  The doctors, nurses, technicians and aides were all helpful and very nice.

I thank them all.  I’m also grateful not to be badly hurt or disfigured or anything like that.

I’m especially grateful to my Mom who was there for me first and foremost.

I’m such a lucky man to have such good friends.

Suz, MCARP, Rena and Kat all came to the hospital to check on me and KellyO and many others kept up with me by telephone.  Amanda Joy was on the scene of the accident and was every kind of supportive and concerned.  Thanks.

I must make special mention of Veronique Mist.  She nursed and nurtured me last night and this morning, waking me to make sure that I didn’t have a concussion or a reaction to the medications.  She’s towed me around from place to place and been as helpful as one could dream.  She’s a good friend and good counsel.  She made me laugh and, most important, laugh at myself and my “plight”.  She gets an A+ in handholding and bedside manner.  She’s been a blessing in my life and “thanks” doesn’t seem like enough, even though she won’t accept more.  VM, you da shit, grrrl.

That out of the way, I’m saying goodbye to the Miata.

I asked MCARP to tell me some good Bhuddist stuff about letting go of material things and today he posts about his sense of loss over an old Volvo.  Perverse s.o.b.

Fine.

I’m still saying goodbye and farewell to the little blue ragtop.

And, I’ve been heading that way for awhile and I think it’s also goodbye to my batchelor days.

I’ve tried marriage, serial monogamy and polygamy.  I wasn’t exactly a “failure” at any of it, at least from some perspectives, but I wasn’t much good at any of the three from other perspectives.

Lately, it’s been wonderful but too chaotic for a recovering alcoholic.  I require more serenity in my life than I get going out as much as I have been and having my life entwined with as many romantic and sexual relationships.

It’s a good time to get out of the lifestyle I adopted for the past few years.  I’ve been as big a winner as I can expect in the sense that most of the women in my life are still friends despite the fact that our relationship ended either well or badly or never really got fired up.  The men in my life are not the subject of any resentment or hatred by me and I know of no active male enemies.  I’m in a good place in my relationships and no one will be hurt by this decision of mine to take more conservative measures. 

I’ve loved several women and still love them.  Love is forever, even if the relationship is over for me.  I couldn’t say which one is most or best because each of those feelings was different — like comparing a comedy to a drama.

I’ve had my share of fun.  Lots of live music and dancing and eating al fresco.  A great many art shows and galleries and museums.  I’ve been grateful that I could stay sober and enjoy so much of the finest in life that Oklahoma City offers.

I don’t in any way mean to have you think I’m putting a gun in my mouth or anything like that.  I’m very optimistic.  I’ll still go out and see movies and art shows and live music and I’ll still find women attractive and easy to be around.  I may even fall in love again.

But, the convertible, frenetic paced hunger for stimulation is over for me.

For the first half of the year, I’ve been working toward dialing back relationships and some of my social activities.  This is a good place to make a clean break.

Next month, I’ll be 57.  Closer to 60 and three times the age of the 20 year olds who live naturally the way I’ve been living for a while now.

I need to look to the future and pay attention to my profession with the same passion that I’ve had pursuing pleasures.

It’s past time for me to put my kitchen remodel ahead of Monday and Tuesday night live music.

Flip’s, bin 73 and Rococo will have to soldier on without me on Thursday nights while I write and paint.

Instead of Sunday brunch out by the lake, it will be landscaping the back yard for me.

Eating more healthy at home and getting exercise will fit in my future plans better than canapes and nightclubbing.

Some of this will be necessary as a direct result of the hit my finances are taking with the wreck and the doctor bills and trying to get a new vehicle.

That car was due an expensive timing belt change at 90,000 miles — 3,000 miles ago.  It wasn’t good for long distance driving and my clients had trouble getting in and out when we went to court together.

I couldn’t go to the grocery and buy a month’s worth of stuff at Sam’s in the Miata.

I’ll search for serenity in the balcony at Mayflower Church instead of elusive ecstacy in the fleshpots of Oklahoma City’s Western Ave. corridor.

Goodbye Miata.

It was fun while it lasted.

I’ll always love you and always remember you fondly.

I endlessly chronicled your time with me.

I endlessly chronicled the life you brought me and took me to.

I have tremendous confidence that I will do well and prosper.

Fare thee well.

 

It's official

Presley for Congress
Dear John:

As difficult a decision as it was to withdraw from this race, it is even more difficult to address you, my friend and supporter. As I said in my recent announcement, I have given this decision a great deal of thought and believe in my heart I have done what is best for everyone. My own sense of loyalty and responsibility to my current elected position is driving this decision.

You have given your support to me because you care about Oklahoma and about our great nation, as do I. That is why I now ask one last favor and request you consider joining me in supporting Dr. David Hunter for the 5th Congressional District. I have met with David and find him to be an honest and hardworking individual. He has great ideas, and we share a lot of the same values. I do not hesitate in supporting him for this seat.

I sincerely hope you understand and agree with my decision and know that I will be forever grateful to you for this experience. Your loyalty and dedication to this campaign has been remarkable and will never be forgotten.

Sincerely,

Patricia Presley

Patricia Presley

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Presley for Congress
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