tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57252602024-03-13T14:52:21.222-07:00SaunteringIt is a great art to saunter. <em><strong>Henry David Thoreau</strong></em> <em>Journal, April 26, 1841</em>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.comBlogger900125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-39226372342864113752012-07-22T10:30:00.000-07:002012-07-22T10:30:12.492-07:00Individual Right to Bear 1791 ArmsIn the shadow of the horrible, <a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/spitzer/2012/07/20/the_aurora_shooting_wasn_t_shocking_it_was_inevitable_given_our_lax_gun_laws_.html">yet not shocking</a>, tragedy in Aurora, Colorado, I keep thinking back to <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2007/09/right-to-bear-ye-olde-arms.html">my proposal on the topic back in November 2007</a>. <br />
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So long as SCOTUS is going to find that the Second Amendment is an <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/06/28/AR2010062802134.html">individual right to bear arms</a> (not a reaffirmation of the militia right), my view remains that the most workable solution for the demands of our modern society is some rather extreme originalism and federalism — the Second Amendment should protect an individual right to bear <b>as such arms existed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Bill_of_Rights#Ratification_process">at the time of the ratification</a></b>. <br />
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Let the states choose if they want to have gun rights beyond this basic backstop.<br />
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<a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2007/09/right-to-bear-ye-olde-arms.html">November 27, 2007 <i>Sauntering - The Right to Bear Ye Olde Arms</i></a>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-77888365348915212272010-12-08T11:21:00.000-08:002010-12-08T11:32:30.310-08:00Lennon's LossI'll admit that I'm a sappy, emotional guy. Once in a while, I'll settle into work, only to stumble across something on the web that hits me like an emotional ton of bricks.<br /><br />This short New York Times piece on <a href="http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/12/08/where-we-were-when-lennon-was-killed/">the 30th anniversary of John Lennon's death</a> is not memorable for its contents — it's memorable for the <a href="http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/12/08/where-we-were-when-lennon-was-killed/?apage=2#comments">hundreds of reader comments</a> that follow the piece. It's page after page of short, detailed remembrances, each intimate and sketching a scene of shared yet private grief at the loss of this light.<br /><br />I was 4 in 1980, so my grief at Lennon's loss wouldn't come until later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/12/08/where-we-were-when-lennon-was-killed/"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwq5cbhA7jdSGZKFP7_9B8nXjzV-Xnrk3WGELdA8sORkBlPeMTtIIlRPkvpW37mv0HjGmQKifu0kYy57jJgqVplBAcaQLmo1MXMvOwuWyt9u843FInEb1KCoDSX20oomJJWFZU/s400/Lincoln+funeral+flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548395529907393842" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dried flowers from the funeral of Abraham Lincoln. </i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>Ford's Theatre National Historic Site, Washington, D.C.</i></span></div></i></span>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-64227468377609588922010-11-11T08:37:00.001-08:002010-11-11T08:51:14.131-08:00Flags & PoppiesToday's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Google_doodle#Google_Doodle">Google Doodle</a>, customized locally in recognition of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veterans_Day">Veterans</a>/<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Remembrance_Day">Remembrance</a>/<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armistice_Day">Armistice</a> Day, provides a brief, wordless comparison of the difference in how service and sacrifice are remembered on both sides of the Atlantic.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSat-W8QodD5Lfk5zNUwd43mNHASvoWGzaT-I3JKpDoiAoVkod3dV5e720US5uyWkg2k6afL0BOreh04H-kAxUIXfmtW4zngOFlmebMYD3HmGN_kknH0j8pHpQaiqeEYgRVWJm/s1600/GOOGUKRemembranceDay.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSat-W8QodD5Lfk5zNUwd43mNHASvoWGzaT-I3JKpDoiAoVkod3dV5e720US5uyWkg2k6afL0BOreh04H-kAxUIXfmtW4zngOFlmebMYD3HmGN_kknH0j8pHpQaiqeEYgRVWJm/s400/GOOGUKRemembranceDay.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538332232021612290" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3MzAVKj29Bnz3p9yP4k9F_8ERHnEtzm5i2I9mKcnrjGHwZ5XNI8jFJdBzSazmf2BTFSV4H_Rc72Y346oloeSFl_Qx2cid7utgcSdl5-NHhF_BvmPIrK3RUFl4bh2J37Mio6e/s1600/GOOGFRArmisticeDay.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3MzAVKj29Bnz3p9yP4k9F_8ERHnEtzm5i2I9mKcnrjGHwZ5XNI8jFJdBzSazmf2BTFSV4H_Rc72Y346oloeSFl_Qx2cid7utgcSdl5-NHhF_BvmPIrK3RUFl4bh2J37Mio6e/s400/GOOGFRArmisticeDay.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538334216850755090" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-8IQiTyljhz1UFKH1NKJNqx8MvnM2lmCXCq_ysOo5r7zN6udQ5uDeF1dWn0cHbhLMJTKyaIMyz20DYzkBKyHVYrgrt1qnWor4yaLNGlzEX1FYuqlxzOiERgdWeOq3eeTaKVX/s1600/GOOGVeteransDay.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-8IQiTyljhz1UFKH1NKJNqx8MvnM2lmCXCq_ysOo5r7zN6udQ5uDeF1dWn0cHbhLMJTKyaIMyz20DYzkBKyHVYrgrt1qnWor4yaLNGlzEX1FYuqlxzOiERgdWeOq3eeTaKVX/s400/GOOGVeteransDay.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538332311869432610" /></a>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-52445134430811930762010-09-22T22:05:00.000-07:002010-09-23T10:08:39.421-07:00Whoa! Was That a Hiatus?Not sure how that happened — a blog gets published at least one per month for more than 7 years, then takes a 6-month hiatus.<br /><br />I'm happy to report that there's no dramatic or dangerous set of events that have led to this blog running silent for all spring and all summer. If anything is the root cause of Sauntering going without a voice, it's the combination of a <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2010/03/double-helix-sunrise.html"><i>wonder-if-this-is-sustainable</i> pace at work</a> combined with becoming the father of two kids.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1pe3BOAlRDa6b6zXxhcfk71cCZiW3V4Hgrz_L_AR1RWzB9cSVjn2QVd_RA280bnSIPluK6JRg23V2ccw48iFj-gDij067k_SZbw93elsCItwnVin98on66KIQzkUQI5SUGHt/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1pe3BOAlRDa6b6zXxhcfk71cCZiW3V4Hgrz_L_AR1RWzB9cSVjn2QVd_RA280bnSIPluK6JRg23V2ccw48iFj-gDij067k_SZbw93elsCItwnVin98on66KIQzkUQI5SUGHt/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519971976010731778" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I'm negatively correlated with blogging!</b></div></span><br />This task remains rewarding, and I hope to return to it with greater gusto soon.Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-31008953842186551672010-03-21T14:10:00.000-07:002010-03-21T22:13:26.661-07:00Double Helix SunriseLately/Unfortunately, I've found that my days are much more manageable if I start work before 7 a.m. (My favorite aspect of this schedule is speaking with East Coasters who are calling me early in the hopes of getting my voicemail.)<br /><br />As I <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2009/04/zigzag-sunset.html">discovered last spring</a>, the sun aligns with the orientation of the hallways in our building during the spring, causing light to ricochet down the halls in unexpected ways that I find quite beautiful:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwglD1aE46rCx1ljhPUtRrpg9CzdbBn8V98HGgQK0VoM6EOahEIV1xR0wUNUUuv3yi0se2rchhHao2niFx522j4aBg57z2HPRgm_eUR2RWWDGHvWJ5Cr4T7mSgdPvkFpe88AA/s1600-h/work+sunrise.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwglD1aE46rCx1ljhPUtRrpg9CzdbBn8V98HGgQK0VoM6EOahEIV1xR0wUNUUuv3yi0se2rchhHao2niFx522j4aBg57z2HPRgm_eUR2RWWDGHvWJ5Cr4T7mSgdPvkFpe88AA/s400/work+sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451200977125263730" border="0" /></a>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-41817148646479220342010-01-23T11:49:00.001-08:002010-01-23T15:38:00.306-08:00Who Dat? Not A Saintly CheerThe <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Orleans_Saints">New Orleans Saints</a> are very much the feel-good story of the NFL these days. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Effect_of_Hurricane_Katrina_on_the_New_Orleans_Saints">Displaced by Hurricane Katrina</a> just four years ago, their place atop the standings this season symbolizes the resiliency of their great city.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://memory.loc.gov/award/rpbaasm/0800/0800/080001q.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://memory.loc.gov/award/rpbaasm/0800/0800/080001q.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>But as Andy pointed out to me the other day, <a href="http://www.nola.com/saints/index.ssf/2010/01/who_dat_popularized_when_every.html">Saints' fans' cheer of choice</a> symbolizes something quite different. To those unfamiliar, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ez4gdzOBcas">Who Dat?</a> might sound like a southern take on the common <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvFi4fVWf6A">Whose House?</a> cheer. It isn't. It is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who_Dat%3F">a line popularly used</a> in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minstrel_shows">minstrel shows</a>. (If you think minstrel shows have something to do with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minstrel">nomadic lute players of yore</a>, do some Googling to learn about <a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&hs=b8l&q=minstrel+shows+black+face&aq=0s&aql=&aqi=g-s1&oq=minstrel+shows+blackf">the minstrel shows popular from the mid-19th to mid-20th century</a>.) Although minstrel shows were popular across the U.S. and, indeed, Europe, they marketed a southern image, presumably for "authenticity." Claiming a connection to New Orleans was, perhaps, the <a href="http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/var/1700/1703/1703r.jpg">most</a> <a href="http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/var/1600/1686/1686r.jpg">popular</a> <a href="http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/var/0200/0231/0231r.jpg">technique</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/var/1700/1702/1702r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 205px;" src="http://memory.loc.gov/pnp/var/1700/1702/1702r.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This is not a legacy anyone should be cheering. The claim that the cheer "celebrates" New Orleans is no more persuasive than the claim that the confederate flag can be used to celebrate southern pride without celebrating slavery and racism. The confederate flag represents the South <i>because</i> it evokes the decision by the southern states to secede in an attempt to perpetuate slavery. Similarly, Who Dat? represents New Orleans <i>because</i> it evokes the city's historic ties to minstrel shows. In either case, you can't reach the ultimate conclusion without the intervening racist imagery.<br /><br />Think back to the tomahawk chop, as utilized by fans of any number of teams, but particularly the Atlanta Braves. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Native_American_mascot_controversy">The tomahawk chop is obviously problematic</a> because of the unmistakable connection between the mascot of these teams and the deeply racist image of Native Americans as savages. No matter how sincerely the fans believe they hold no racial animus, the act alone perpetuates a racist caricature.<br /><br />Who Dat? is no better, and perhaps worse. Although the connection between the cheer and its minstrel roots may be less obvious to the general public than that between the tomahawk chop and a Native American mascot, this only serves to illustrate the intentional selection of the cheer because of its unmistakeable connection to New Orleans; it can't be coopted by another team in another city. Who Dat? is the Saints' cheer because New Orleans has a uniquely strong association with the minstrel shows that popularized the cheer originally.<br /><br />Saints' fans are rightfully proud their team, but they should not be proud of this cheer. As the Saints march on toward the Super Bowl, more and more people will hear the cheer and wonder what it means. If they take the time to find out, I hope they will justifiably be embarrassed for the Saints.<br /><br />A sad thought at a time when we should be so proud New Orleans, its people, and its football team.Amos Blackmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895990351369976114noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-44570544041887685332010-01-18T20:43:00.000-08:002010-01-18T21:20:57.184-08:00You're Such a Joker — Playing Cards as Wine CharmsIt's been quite a while since I've posted an art & crafts project. Not counting <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2009/04/zigzag-sunset.html">reminisces on spring sunsets</a>, I think it hasn't been since Summer 2007 and <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2007/08/art-projects-for-law-students.html">turning rejection letters into grocery lists</a>. We're due.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Steph</span> & I (& our guests) seem to have completely lost our ability to keep track of our wine glasses at our dinner parties of late. I'm drinking out of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Steph's</span> glass. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Steph's</span> drinking out of her friend's glass. It's unsanitary and, frankly, it makes these <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">soirées</span> sound boozier than they really are.<br /><br />So there we were, shopping on Amazon.com for wine charms, those little things that dangle off your wine glass and tip you off that it's yours and not someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">else's</span>. We were searching for them and being shocked at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss?url=search-alias%3Dgarden&field-keywords=wine+charm&x=0&y=0">how chintzy the charms all looked</a>. If you want <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rebels-trade-Football-Wine-Charms/dp/B002W2FKQS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1263876882&sr=8-1">Ole Miss wine charms</a>, they've got them for you.<br /><br />Frugality and anti-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">chintziness</span> being the mother of invention, we had an insight. Convert a deck of playing cards into wine charms.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizB1TYyD8fduI1aQcYjU5-MLeZJTNn6ci0TcnNa3sEsE8fAhjVnACiSHmnGKDILzci5D5oMAb1CBhX2QVm9YJknXdJ9vkFkgH9UoyWQHpMjtZTmpxf0PaP_0NBQE2V5aSBh0TI/s1600-h/IMG_8721.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizB1TYyD8fduI1aQcYjU5-MLeZJTNn6ci0TcnNa3sEsE8fAhjVnACiSHmnGKDILzci5D5oMAb1CBhX2QVm9YJknXdJ9vkFkgH9UoyWQHpMjtZTmpxf0PaP_0NBQE2V5aSBh0TI/s400/IMG_8721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428307160934346946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My parents are the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Appleseed">Johnny <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Appleseeds</span></a> of playing cards. Every time they visit, they seem to deposit a new deck at our house. Thus, we were easily able to retire the most dog-eared deck to glory.<br /><br />To employ this method, following these steps:<br /><ol><li>Start by cutting the card in half horizontally.</li><li>Punch a hole. A standard hole punch should be able to reach to the middle of the half-card. The hole will need to be wider than a single hole punch to accommodate the glass stem, so I recommend making a small clover leaf composed of multiple punches. </li><li>Use scissors to cut a slit from the cut side to the punched hole. </li><li>Round the corners on the cut side and viola! You're done. You just saved $15 by not buying from Amazon, proved that you can recycle your current possessions, and will finally stop drinking out of your Uncle Frank's glass. He's the king of clubs. You're the jack of diamonds, friend.<br /></li></ol>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-51495790624504091362009-10-28T06:32:00.000-07:002009-10-28T07:39:54.944-07:00Welcoming AnneAnne joined our family on 10/22/09 @ 1:27 AM Pacific, about 30 minutes after we checked into the hospital. Once the time came to be born, she was in a hurry.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhziHv6HqUUJuQD00Wz7j_YrdPjtMgvCmzttNWRfVlJ97cTM4ky5voOZRLkedfTSZMcD5iWZJev5mb660t43RgUy9V1KqeNG0EZcZjkWSDH5muqsa5YSzxvcXAZ9i76JrPU7kyV/s1600-h/anne+bradley.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhziHv6HqUUJuQD00Wz7j_YrdPjtMgvCmzttNWRfVlJ97cTM4ky5voOZRLkedfTSZMcD5iWZJev5mb660t43RgUy9V1KqeNG0EZcZjkWSDH5muqsa5YSzxvcXAZ9i76JrPU7kyV/s400/anne+bradley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397643895020380242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Anne @ Almost One Day Old</span><br /></div><br />All are well and at home as Anne approaches one week old. 2½ year old <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2007/02/introducing-catherine.html">big sister Katie</a> has reacted predictably to this addition, with equal measures of cuteness and chaos.<br /><br />Whereas <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2007/02/introducing-catherine.html">shock and life-changing awe</a> was the initial reaction to Katie's arrival back in 2007, Anne's arrival has been one juxtaposition after another:<br /><br />It's the stark contrast between the needs of a newborn and the needs of a preschooler.<br /><br />It's remembering how nervous we were when Katie wouldn't sleep or eat or was fussy versus our expectation now that these situations will pass, then return, only to pass again.<br /><br />It's the suburban California setting that Anne has entered compared to the urban New York world that first greeted Katie.<br /><br />The things that haven't changed?<br /><br />Yep, we're still naming our daughters as if we have the full expectation that they may need to someday serve as the Queen of England (<span style="font-style: italic;">Anne Charlotte</span>, meet <span style="font-style: italic;">Catherine Emily</span>. I assure you that, should we someday have a boy, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethelred_the_Unready">Æthelred</a> is definitely a strong candidate for his name).<br /><br />Yep, the flood of emotion at greeting a new life is unchanged. In addition to <span style="font-style: italic;">in love</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">in awe</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">overjoyed</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">enamored</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">profoundly satisfied</span>, I propose we coin a term to describe the emotional state of the parent of a newborn — <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Darwinish</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh very little one, I long to take care of you so that you might grow, thrive, and – should you so choose – someday pass on your (and my) heritable traits."</span><br /><br />Yep, some part of me is still shocked that the <a href="http://www.aaup.org/AAUP/CMS_Templates/GeneralArticle.aspx?NRMODE=Published&NRNODEGUID=%7B307D2225-CDBA-4560-863E-F0F4845599C1%7D&NRORIGINALURL=%2fAAUP%2fpubsres%2fpolicydocs%2fcontents%2fworkfam-stmt.htm&NRCACHEHINT=NoModifyGuest#3">80+% of the human population that reproduces</a> is largely able to cope with the demands of these little things. Looking at a newborn, you're immediately reminded of the frailty of human life. Looking at all the former newborns walking around you each day, you're constantly reminded that we are a resilient species.Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-45944027738117481222009-10-06T14:59:00.000-07:002009-10-06T18:47:24.412-07:00Awwwkward<p>I once had a boss who occasionally asked us to do things that we'd really rather not do. For example, he once asked my co-worker to fight a parking ticket for him.</p><p>I was reminded of this by a copyright case in which the <a href="http://www.supremecourtus.gov/">Supreme Court</a> will hear oral argument tomorrow, <i><a href="http://www.scotusblog.com/wp/argument-preview-free-lancers-and-an-18-million-deal/">Reed Elsevier Inc., et al., v. Muchnik, et al.</a></i> (<a href="http://origin.www.supremecourtus.gov/docket/08-103.htm">08-103</a>). As happens occasionally, the Court rejected the issues presented by the petition for certiorari and wrote its own instead. What is far more curious, however: all the parties are on the same side of the issue the Court decided to hear — they are all against the Second Circuit's ruling on it.</p><p>So the Court got Ohio State law professor <a href="http://moritzlaw.osu.edu/faculty/bios.php?ID=38">Deborah Jones Merritt</a> to argue that side. I can just imagine that phone call:</p><blockquote>PROF. MERRITT: Hello?<br/><br/>C.J. ROBERTS: Howdy Professor, this is John Roberts!<br/><br/>PROF. MERRITT: The Chief Justice?<br/><br/>C.J. ROBERTS: That's the one.<br/><br/>PROF. MERRITT: Oh, um, ah, hello your Honor. How may I help you?<br/><br/>C.J. ROBERTS: Well, see, we've got this case. We're thinking about granting a writ of certiorari, but, I'll be honest, these guys kinda missed the boat with their petition.<br/><br/>PROF. MERRITT: I see . . . . I don't want to tell you how to do your job, but couldn't you just deny the petition?<br/><br/>C.J. ROBERTS: Welllll, yeeaaaah, I suppose. But the case implicates a pretty important question they didn't raise.<br/><br/>PROF. MERRITT: That makes sense. Well, you're the Supreme Court! You can write the question yourselves, right?<br/><br/>C.J. ROBERTS: Exactly! That's what I keep telling everybody.<br/><br/>PROF. MERRITT: So what's the problem?<br/><br/>C.J. ROBERTS: Well, don't tell anyone, but we kinda want to reverse the Second Circuit.<br/><br/>PROF. MERRITT: So?<br/><br/>C.J. ROBERTS: The problem is, all the parties want us to reverse the Second Circuit on our question, too.<br/><br/>PROF. MERRITT: Oh, that is tricky.<br/><br/>C.J. ROBERTS: So . . . <br/><br/>PROF. MERRITT: Yes?<br/><br/>C.J. ROBERTS: Wouldja mind arguing the other side?</blockquote><p>Just like my co-worker, who dutifully fought our boss's parking ticket, Professor Merritt couldn't bring herself to say no.</p><p>Good luck tomorrow, Professor!</p>Amos Blackmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895990351369976114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-38904047989555935502009-09-25T23:47:00.000-07:002009-09-26T08:42:46.335-07:00What I'll Miss About New York: #10 — Columbia UniversityIn their Pulitzer Prize-winning book <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gotham-History-York-City-1898/dp/0195116348">Gotham</a></span>, Edwin Burrows and Mike Wallace note that the <a href="http://www.wikicu.com/Bloomingdale_Insane_Asylum">Bloomingdale Insane Asylum</a> was – in 1821 – "a rustic seventy-seven acre plot several miles north of town." By the 1890's Bloomingdale was no more and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbia_University">Columbia University</a> – a school that had existed in New York since it was founded as King's College in 1754 – moved to occupy this seemingly remote location in the Morningside Heights neighborhood of Manhattan.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS9DygJS3QlRCfapoFXa0t7xTMvTSVMPKZKJdHwGaVKeuxi2CdUA1YeIDhmVuMbcXcLQAgdkhUy09axetq8dtdRlacsVR6WX-shZB4R9O8z3UstqLTj18yom5Cn_-IBg7BcpZT/s1600-h/columbia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS9DygJS3QlRCfapoFXa0t7xTMvTSVMPKZKJdHwGaVKeuxi2CdUA1YeIDhmVuMbcXcLQAgdkhUy09axetq8dtdRlacsVR6WX-shZB4R9O8z3UstqLTj18yom5Cn_-IBg7BcpZT/s400/columbia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367607766031275170" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Columbia University circa 1895, from roughly 115<sup>th</sup> & Amsterdam Avenue</span></div>Today, this spot could be considered rustic and rural relative only to Times Square, and Columbia University is seated in a neighborhood of multi-story buildings that sit shoulder-to-shoulder alongside Broadway and Amsterdam. Still, in the imagination of many New Yorkers I've met, there's a sense that this school is somehow apart from and other than the rest of Manhattan.<br /><br />Columbia's too far north. For an island that extends to <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=ny,+ny&sll=37.430528,-122.136643&sspn=0.007395,0.013797&ie=UTF8&ll=40.871647,-73.911252&spn=0.007042,0.013797&z=16">220th Street</a>, it's a little surprising when you first notice that the maps affixed to the taxi cab partitions <a href="http://a856-citystore.nyc.gov/Images/Home/large-17004.jpg">don't extend north of 125th Street</a>. Though Robert Moses failed to divide the island with his <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lower_Manhattan_Expressway">Lower Manhattan Expressway</a>, Manhattanites incurious about the goings-on above Columbus Circle succeeded in creating two islands where God only created one.<br /><br />It's the wrong side of the island, too far from the locales of <span style="font-style: italic;">Project Runway</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Gossip Girl</span>, north of celebrities walking their dogs or strolling their babies. I'd meet someone at a party downtown and let them know that I studied at Columbia and more often than not their reaction was something along the lines of, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Welcome back from the provinces, country cousin! Will you be in the Big City very long, or is it back to the farm with you?"</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.columbia.edu/cu/alumni/Magazine/Fall2001/Gehrig.html"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MSq5x14qzLlM8N7UfZ2ku44lGouSen6tUXkj-xcRIBMb9qKtArjI4HIHL5nBBxAZkYdjsznusUbRGhfnjqXY1kMwFFmBXnFH9N5FvkEeCjanrBK6GpfknD9ebtZ62KQl-Idu/s200/GehrigCU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385644962778970194" border="0" /></a>Columbia is a bookish place. A place of athletic teams that <a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncaa/news/story?id=1919624">haven't been competitive</a> since <a href="http://www.columbia.edu/cu/alumni/Magazine/Fall2001/Gehrig.html">Lou Gehrig</a>. A place that plays social second fiddle to the <a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,566096,00.html">tragically</a> <a href="http://nyulocal.com/entertainment/2009/09/22/gossip-girl-makes-nyu-look-like-a-state-school-with-roof-access/">hip</a> university located in the beating heart of Greenwich Village.<br /><br />And I miss this place, this place that is the <a href="http://maps.google.com/?ie=UTF8&ll=37.431184,-122.168875&spn=0,359.986203&z=16&layer=c&cbll=37.431256,-122.168914&panoid=vhawA0yJGJDfYKmnl_2dpQ&cbp=12,198.19,,0,5.7">geographic opposite</a> of the serene and almost sleepy school where I obtained my undergraduate degree.<br /><br />Columbia reminds me that there is a history to this country that I barely know. A 19th century American listener would recognize the name of this school as being <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbia_%28name%29">a synonym for the United States and the New World</a>, generally.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbia_%28name%29"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBsmyNqNodH3g0aubRZvF1sKaquw_HI2xPOfdcaxLa1TtuSIkgY1arjKpudo7Oo28vmUvcQHYJQMnXVliYu19tOoySodSmns-Oqt4270KfIdeCohQ3LB8n952_m2oxkMjyLzs/s200/431px-ColumbiaStahrArtwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385650482851614482" border="0" /></a>Since its erection in 1886, the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Statue_of_Liberty">Statue of Liberty </a>has come to represent this country, personified. But before that statue's erection, this country's feminine form was Columbia. Where the Statue of Liberty evokes within us thoughts of this country as a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City_upon_a_Hill">City upon a Hill</a>, Columbia's general evocation of progress and modernity is less of a burden for us to shoulder. Where the Statute of Liberty demands that we shine a light to illuminate the world, Columbia signifies the unrealized promise of a country that is a new arrival on the global scene.<br /><br />As this country releases its hold on the mantle of global hegemon, maybe we'll see a return to the image of Columbia. The US will have to learn to live with the idea that we can't be the new colossus, unilaterally addressing the world's problems. But we can be Columbia.<blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">What's this?</span></span> After living in New York City for three years, I'm returning to California. These are the parts of my New York experience that I'll miss the most.</blockquote>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-80237911967389585902009-08-09T08:23:00.000-07:002009-08-17T13:24:23.237-07:00The Coolest 9 Minutes and 35 Seconds Ever Broadcast?A little more than 49 years ago, on July 21, 1960, CBS broadcast "The Sound of Miles Davis" on an episode of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Herridge">Robert Herridge Theater</a>. The show featured a set recorded on April 2, 1959.<br /><br />At the top of the program, the Miles Davis Quintet (including <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Coltrane">John Coltrane</a> on tenor) launched into a soulful, stunning rendition of <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/So_What_(instrumental)">So What</a></span>, the studio version of which was laid down one month earlier on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kind_of_Blue#Recording">March 2, 1959</a>. For the millions of fans of jazz music who have memorized the studio version, the CBS version opens a window into how the song evolved in the months following its famous recording.<br /><br />Since <span style="font-style:italic;">So What</span> is the most memorable track on <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kind_of_Blue">Kind of Blue</a></span>, the <a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=10:5277gjvr86ib">most famous jazz album</a> of all time, I think you're forced to conclude that these are the coolest 9 minutes, 35 seconds in the history of broadcast television.<object width="400" height="324"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XGrUDAzlXzI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XGrUDAzlXzI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Update</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">(8/17)</span><span style="font-weight:bold;">:</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">Kind of Blue</span> was released <a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2225336/pagenum/all/">fifty years ago today</a>.Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-74274645763375351832009-08-01T22:57:00.000-07:002009-08-01T22:59:16.270-07:00What I'll Miss About New York: #11 — Our BuildingYou can tell two different sets of stories about our old building in New York.<br /><br />The first set of stories concerns the structure itself. 216 W. 89<sup>th</sup> Street is a few years shy of 100, and it shows. Compared to its nearly identical sister building to the south, it wears <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=216+w+89th+street,+ny,+ny&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=37.735377,56.601563&ie=UTF8&ll=40.792499,-73.977256&spn=0.004411,0.006909&z=17&layer=c&cbll=40.789794,-73.975198&panoid=9T-RdCkX3z5jldHIu5lu_A&cbp=12,87.45292534948743,,0,-39.94105921501614">a far darker hue of grime</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://library.thinkquest.org/3205/Phon.html"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-DuL695LqlJTaxbx_F8Rc1X6Bo6DFgQB8Vd-b85QVRhcRfw-s2XsvCRHNgaqC5UXyfZhqq4A24nlU-qTcOSp9dFxmNen0zqPAHSAPg977m7E3BQxpQ4iTQFOWGPzxUIIOQABt/s200/ourelevator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273458839424313218" border="0" /></a>Making your way up to our apartment meant squeezing into our undersized elevator. When riding in the elevator by myself, I'd think of it as a kind of elevator version of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5vtT6xByVE">7½ floor from <span style="font-style: italic;">Being John Malkovich</span></a>. When riding with several others, I thought of those grainy black and white pictures of showing laughing 1950's types packing a phone booth.<br /><br />The normal-sized service elevator next to the passenger elevator offers a clue to the building's former glory. Today, it looks like the service elevator for any number of old New York buildings: accordion gate, manual operation, worn wood slats covering the floor. A closer look shows its former life. On the faded walls of the elevator are beautiful faceted mirrors . Scrolled iron rims the ceiling of the elevator, and marble surrounds its entrance in the lobby. As originally laid out at the turn of the last century, each apartment in the building had servant's quarters, and I'm convinced that the elevator that I rode every day was the servants' elevator, with today's service elevator transporting the residents of yesteryear.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEflkO8ow1o6S4us5HT77z9c91aUNRinR752l7DCvKlNE8iSizOUWXF4ZtoEVSjUScSOmC9Ol_RiQ-HAsQqbKLaX0yNwhpHpkADElHiZPP378_Dx3YK0Kwx2uCbcrdC_JrJ3Dw/s1600-h/215w89.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEflkO8ow1o6S4us5HT77z9c91aUNRinR752l7DCvKlNE8iSizOUWXF4ZtoEVSjUScSOmC9Ol_RiQ-HAsQqbKLaX0yNwhpHpkADElHiZPP378_Dx3YK0Kwx2uCbcrdC_JrJ3Dw/s400/215w89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273225927845402898" border="0" /></a>The second story worth telling about our building is the story of the people who live there. Living in an urban setting means a degree of engagement with the lives of others completely unlike the set of interactions a suburbanite has with his neighbors.<br /><br />The slow awakening of relationships after umpteen elevator rides together. The fights of spouses heard in the hallway or echoing across the alley. The tenants on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rent_control">rent control</a> and the younger tenants paying market rate. The physical closeness of knowing that someone else lives behind that wall.<br /><br />The family of four in the one bedroom apartment (both kids approaching high school age). The person who made everyone's business her business. The addict. Some of our best friends moving into the building. The octogenarian tenants who have lived their whole lives in the building. The building super straight out of central casting. The simplicity of a dozen relationships where all you know about the people is that they have kind faces and say <span style="font-style: italic;">hello</span> when you see them around the neighborhood.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Despite all the people in Manhattan, New York is a lonely place</span>, you'll hear. In a sea of anonymous faces, my building was an island, a group of smiling, friendly, welcoming people who melted any preconceptions I had about New Yorkers. They made the city a smaller, friendlier place. They were fleeting family to me — I miss them and think of them fondly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_gcjx8fm0gqb4e4-G5-sQvEQnLcEHKfK718ByVoslBHlwa9FTd0DAdW-ViUdmZfB0iqwmdMT9tAh1wsqu_SRp1A25E-U-5LOefIdlhQt-EbEJNsbY9rFQfkADZHnJYkpd2mb/s1600-h/us.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_gcjx8fm0gqb4e4-G5-sQvEQnLcEHKfK718ByVoslBHlwa9FTd0DAdW-ViUdmZfB0iqwmdMT9tAh1wsqu_SRp1A25E-U-5LOefIdlhQt-EbEJNsbY9rFQfkADZHnJYkpd2mb/s400/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365235854970357282" border="0" /></a><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">What's this?</span></span> After living in New York City for three years, I'm returning to California. These are the parts of my New York experience that I'll miss the most.</blockquote>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-87085679759403911472009-07-18T22:03:00.000-07:002009-07-19T14:47:04.231-07:00Turn Yourself AroundNow that Katie is about 2½, we've been singing a lot of the <span style="font-style: italic;">Hokey Pokey</span> lately. Although some version of this song has been around <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hokey_Cokey">since the mid-19th century</a>, I was aware that <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LcAuQ_AT-s">the version of the song you and I recognize</a> was not some traditional version, but rather a chart topper from the early 1950's recorded by bandleader <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ray_Anthony">Ray Anthony</a>. <br /><br />Amused that a song with all the complexity of a nursery rhyme could attain national popularity, I took a look at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_number-one_hits_%28United_States%29">list of mid-century chart toppers</a> to get an idea of how many goofball songs made their way to the top of the list.<br /><br />Although the <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macarena_%28song%29">Macarena</a>, which surged to the top of the global charts in 1995 and 1996, proves that novelty songs can still sit at #1 inside and outside the U.S., the occasional rise of a goofball single over the past couple decades pales in comparison to the number of novelty songs that sat atop the U.S. <span style="font-style:italic;">Best Sellers in Stores</span> charts during the late 40's and early 50's:<br /><table><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Song</span></td><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">First Week @ #1</span></td><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Weeks @ #1</span></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Let_It_Snow">Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!</a></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number-one_hits_of_1946_%28United_States%29">January 26, 1946</a></td><td>5 weeks</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Open_the_Door,_Richard">Open the Door, Richard</a></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number-one_hits_of_1947_%28United_States%29">February 22, 1947</a></td><td>1</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smoke%21_Smoke%21_Smoke%21_%28That_Cigarette%29">Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)</a></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number-one_hits_of_1947_%28United_States%29">August 9, 1947</a></td><td>6</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I%27m_Looking_Over_a_Four_Leaf_Clover">I'm Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover</a></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number-one_hits_of_1948_%28United_States%29">February 21, 1948</a></td><td>3</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woody_woodpecker#.22The_Woody_Woodpecker_Song.22">Woody Woodpecker</a></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number-one_hits_of_1948_%28United_States%29">July 3, 1948</a></td><td>6</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_I_Want_for_Christmas_Is_My_Two_Front_Teeth">All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth</a></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number-one_hits_of_1949_%28United_States%29">January 8, 1949</a></td><td>1</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudolph_the_Red-Nosed_Reindeer">Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer</a></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number-one_hits_of_1950_%28United_States%29">January 7, 1950</a></td><td>1</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Saw_Mommy_Kissing_Santa_Claus">I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus</a></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number-one_hits_of_1952_%28United_States%29">December 27, 1952</a></td><td>2</td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/(How_Much_Is)_That_Doggie_in_the_Window%3F">(How Much is) That Doggie in the Window?</a></td><td><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number-one_hits_of_1953_(United_States)">March 21, 1953</a></td><td>8</td></tr></table>After this flurry of Christmas-themed #1 hits, no holiday songs have returned to the #1 perch. <br /><br />The dawn of rock and roll largely kept novelty songs away from the #1 spot until the mid-1970's when <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disco_Duck">Kung Fu Fighting</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disco_Duck">Disco Duck (Part 1)</a> each found their way to #1 in 1974 and 1976, respectively. Of course, these tunes were just paving the way for the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Wars_Theme/Cantina_Band">Star Wars Theme/Cantina Band</a> by Meco, a disco version of the movie's theme that topped the charts for two weeks starting on October 1, 1978.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKCqXeiRse_Lq-bKOT0bAFcFT1tEtv5Gq9SlzMLJKc75iuVv5gH94PMk1iy8orK_1pdK7WXCIvg6f73ovRzfAERR8ZDE_TNRbBa-Z44LQuCGkK8Q54QaWA4_oUJiUPPaQ8g5R/s1600-h/turnyourselfabout.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKCqXeiRse_Lq-bKOT0bAFcFT1tEtv5Gq9SlzMLJKc75iuVv5gH94PMk1iy8orK_1pdK7WXCIvg6f73ovRzfAERR8ZDE_TNRbBa-Z44LQuCGkK8Q54QaWA4_oUJiUPPaQ8g5R/s400/turnyourselfabout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360034749772412706" border="0" /></a>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-4765244944606561722009-07-08T14:34:00.001-07:002009-07-08T14:37:34.569-07:00Sequence MY Genome. Now.Its almost certainly a coincidence, given the authors' affiliations, but I did a double take when seeing this article published.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgke9JhJqsIpI9scqBXDJm9LeTeQmJn_k8Z1WidU6ReW4iOaziC2ZaHkbqqLRO_suy3HaoK-h-MG-gj4nWgBwQC5XHkEHmmPKVkjDOCxizcUxPOn9tNxHbaOq80wLrd1CPnuP6-/s1600-h/KoreaPaper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgke9JhJqsIpI9scqBXDJm9LeTeQmJn_k8Z1WidU6ReW4iOaziC2ZaHkbqqLRO_suy3HaoK-h-MG-gj4nWgBwQC5XHkEHmmPKVkjDOCxizcUxPOn9tNxHbaOq80wLrd1CPnuP6-/s320/KoreaPaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356206396315382338" /></a>Garfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292760650832273510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-22393794640521673562009-06-28T08:45:00.000-07:002009-06-28T08:47:05.029-07:00Skype: Connecting Robots With Robot Grandparents Since 2009When Katie was 2 months old, <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2007/04/skype-video-enabling-full-color.html">I marveled on this site at Skype's video conferencing software</a>, software allowed us to stay in close visual touch with relatives thousands of miles away.<br /><br />I'm happy to report that now, as Katie is about 2½ years old, Skype's video conferencing abilities have expanded beyond what they were in 2007. If you look in the bottom left corner of the laptop screen, you'll notice a robot (one wearing a diaper box and a bowl as a "robot hat"). Yep, Skype circa 2009 allows robots to connect with robot grandparents across the miles.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8jOEDBzq_pZ0MwCHXqlNIjDBhTyBlHMCNxGwW3LY4pdXgSXYzCwBG98qAXxNV0HDNRhr4c7JLaQJZD-Ec5j1PzcaxWhQpVvcqBx2pLhkTC8iGl1DPBfqaml9EzplM-brrJYt2/s1600-h/robots.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8jOEDBzq_pZ0MwCHXqlNIjDBhTyBlHMCNxGwW3LY4pdXgSXYzCwBG98qAXxNV0HDNRhr4c7JLaQJZD-Ec5j1PzcaxWhQpVvcqBx2pLhkTC8iGl1DPBfqaml9EzplM-brrJYt2/s400/robots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352008295813975826" /></a>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-58986697454349545352009-06-15T11:38:00.000-07:002009-06-15T11:52:53.267-07:00Can A Blog Win a Pulitzer Prize?Like many of you, I suspect, I've been glued to every possible source of coverage of the current unrest in Iran (perhaps more so....sick days haven't been the same since the invention of the internets). I've looked at bunch of sites, but no single site has impressed me more than <a href="http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/"> Andrew Sullivan's</a>. Like many people, I think that Twitter is, with the possible exception of Facebook's new you-take-a-quiz-I-tell-everyone-what-friggin'-80s-pop-icon-you-are, just about the worst invention in the <a href="http://wonkette.com/409182/does-use-of-twitter-during-iranian-riots-in-some-way-absolve-twitter-of-sucking">history of human speech</a>. <br /><br />But in the past few days, Twitter feeds have provided amazing insights into what's happening on the ground in Iran. The central government has shut down many of the major news outlets, websites, and cell phone networks, but through <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virtual_private_network">VPN</a> connections and other tricks I don't understand, tiny Tweets have made their way across the world and are being used to coordinate everything from protests to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Denial-of-service_attack">denial of service attacks</a>.<br /><br />Sullivan has been compiling many of these Twitter feeds on his blog with the result that we here in the US can feel the full strength of the fear, the anger, and, yes, the hope in Iran in a way I've simply never experienced with any form of media before. <a href="http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/">Go read it.</a>Garfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03292760650832273510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-37701632599096880832009-06-09T23:08:00.000-07:002009-06-11T07:46:08.177-07:00Katie Discovers a Windows Feature — dıןɟ uǝǝɹɔsWhile we were banging our hands on the keyboard, watching a web video of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6A-JYbu1Os">a piano virtuoso playing <span style="font-style: italic;">Flight of the Bumblebee</span></a>, Katie unintentionally discovered a Windows feature that all should know.<br /><br />If you are using a Windows machine, hit the following key combination:<br /><blockquote style="font-family: courier new;">Ctrl + Alt + Down Arrow</blockquote><br /><hr /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><blockquote style="font-family: courier new;">ʍoɹɹɐ dn + ʇןɐ + ןɹʇɔ</blockquote>:uoıʇɐuıqɯoɔ ʎǝʞ sıɥʇ ʇıɥ 'pıp ʇsnɾ noʎ ʇɐɥʍ opun oʇ</span><br /><br />Armed with this knowledge, my unsuspecting coworkers will soon know my upside down terror! Mwahahahaha!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Update <span style="font-style:italic;">(6/11)</span>:</span> Unfortunately, it appears that the availability of the screen flip feature appears to depend on the video driver for your particular Windows system. Although the feature worked on my old Dell Latitude D610, it does not work on our systems at work. Curses!Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-18387749304081043362009-06-08T21:26:00.000-07:002009-06-08T21:30:43.977-07:00O Court, Please Leave Room for Great UseIt's been a long time since <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2007/06/drama-chipmunksprairie-dogs-dmca.html">I've ruminated on the fair use copyright standard for video sharing websites</a>, but whatever standard the court settles on, I hope they make room for fan-made music videos that I find amazing:<br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4729762&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><div id="adblock-frame-n95" adblockframe="true" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; overflow: visible; width: 400px; display: block;"><div style="overflow: visible; height: 0px; width: 100%;" align="right"><div style="border-style: ridge ridge none; border-width: 2px 2px 0px; padding: 1px; overflow: visible; vertical-align: bottom; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 10px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 10px; opacity: 0.5; background-color: white; position: relative; top: -19px; left: -5px; z-index: 900; width: 48px; height: 15px; cursor: pointer;" align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 140%; text-align: right; text-decoration: none; opacity: 1.5; color: black;">Adblock</span></div></div></div><embed adblockframename="adblock-frame-n95" adblockframedobject2="true" adblockframedobject="true" src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4729762&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://vimeo.com/4729762">Death Cab for Cutie - Little Bribes</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/rossching">Ross Ching</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</span></p>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-30757962124824775602009-05-16T12:33:00.000-07:002009-05-16T12:39:23.832-07:00MOMA — I SeeAfter experiencing the Met and MOMA both with and without audio tours, I'm now of the opinion that going to an art museum without a good audio tour or an informed guide borders on a waste of time. <br /><br />MOMA's new short film does a good job of summing up the difference in your appreciation when you can approach a piece on a more than aesthetic level:<br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.moma.org/flash/media_player.swf?assetURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.moma.org%2Fvideo_file%2Fvideo_file%2F281%2FRossine_Credits_h264_640x480.flv&imageURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.moma.org%2Fimages%2Fdynamic_content%2Fexhibition_page%2F29138.jpg&linkURL=http://www.moma.org/explore/multimedia/videos/37/272&enableAutoplay=false"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="wMode" value="opaque"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.moma.org/flash/media_player.swf?assetURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.moma.org%2Fvideo_file%2Fvideo_file%2F281%2FRossine_Credits_h264_640x480.flv&imageURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.moma.org%2Fimages%2Fdynamic_content%2Fexhibition_page%2F29138.jpg&linkURL=http://www.moma.org/explore/multimedia/videos/37/272&enableAutoplay=false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-9801782621875032592009-05-04T07:40:00.000-07:002009-05-04T21:52:27.042-07:00Gadget Girl's Self-PortraitureKatie was born into a wired world, and I find her ability to interact with gadgets a little dazzling. <br /><br />Whereas I was probably fumbling with a rotary telephone dial when I was her age back in 1978, Katie knows how to turn on an iPhone, pressing the button at the bottom of the device and then sliding the virtual slider that appears on the screen. She can scroll through the application trays on the device, flicking her finger laterally until she finds the <a href="http://www.maclife.com/article/iphone/funny_iphone_apps_headline_here">bubble wrap application</a> or Brian Eno's <a href="http://gizmodo.com/5061004/brian-enos-bloom-raises-the-bar-for-musical-iphone-apps"><span style="font-style:italic;">Bloom</span> application</a>, or some other program she likes.<br /><br />She's also something of a photo buff. A few months back, she learned that a digital camera displays the captured image on an LCD screen on the back. Now she says "See dat. See dat." in a patient monotone after you've taken her picture, kindly requesting to stare at the small version of herself on the camera's back.<br /><br />We hit a new gadget milestone this weekend, when she obtained our friend's camera and proceeded to turn the camera towards herself, saying "cheese!" and taking her own portrait:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYUSy5O41Cg6M6lpYyHd8sH4AHNSsXS6xXd7YL-ZzhYQf4srSeBAtjPrVsyg0MkKm2Cofr4sWVUKXzIgyRrLk7mQEH4vn1aBlso7s3IOJlCWFFTc97zRHe8vdXHIv-KYogBoLk/s1600-h/April-May+2009+064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYUSy5O41Cg6M6lpYyHd8sH4AHNSsXS6xXd7YL-ZzhYQf4srSeBAtjPrVsyg0MkKm2Cofr4sWVUKXzIgyRrLk7mQEH4vn1aBlso7s3IOJlCWFFTc97zRHe8vdXHIv-KYogBoLk/s400/April-May+2009+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331979311981660082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_WCX4DSxz820nRsvCxZMcoGGRPuxsBBFus2m08sTrDSZvL4F56bHhYM3gpNv4xqcVIE3jBDKrnm9dNyfXYeVKps-Jjb6i0tCUS_sRCXhVZkZ3LiUlYE4N06h4To4A9w_pYUt/s1600-h/April-May+2009+066.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_WCX4DSxz820nRsvCxZMcoGGRPuxsBBFus2m08sTrDSZvL4F56bHhYM3gpNv4xqcVIE3jBDKrnm9dNyfXYeVKps-Jjb6i0tCUS_sRCXhVZkZ3LiUlYE4N06h4To4A9w_pYUt/s400/April-May+2009+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331979226276394290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VaJJDdLgZRlzwTUkH8mCb-5X3tGGGgocxLAp7aBVwOh2suMUKOOofDhK5xbmMxKYtaVjfdIBymYOSQh_xTOSato7e-is6Ao2WWSxxHhL9uQo3z3w1GIZXlT_KSd3SUVobvFo/s1600-h/April-May+2009+067.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VaJJDdLgZRlzwTUkH8mCb-5X3tGGGgocxLAp7aBVwOh2suMUKOOofDhK5xbmMxKYtaVjfdIBymYOSQh_xTOSato7e-is6Ao2WWSxxHhL9uQo3z3w1GIZXlT_KSd3SUVobvFo/s400/April-May+2009+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331979149619450290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ7EnU9UeEP6wD_cWYJT769MHa2lp0MXNroDiInfUHEX4ABB_TMkJCAI8Jbf4JhPwpLz5kj_18AXqt03UMQiJOe_sbhIgTpiD3Fby1asLzfBSc2j2nXQ6GBuc9bq7krt6Ozsl1/s1600-h/April-May+2009+065.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ7EnU9UeEP6wD_cWYJT769MHa2lp0MXNroDiInfUHEX4ABB_TMkJCAI8Jbf4JhPwpLz5kj_18AXqt03UMQiJOe_sbhIgTpiD3Fby1asLzfBSc2j2nXQ6GBuc9bq7krt6Ozsl1/s400/April-May+2009+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331979071054944690" /></a>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-1435830154472346472009-04-24T07:01:00.000-07:002009-04-24T07:12:17.094-07:00QuebexasGiven all the <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2009/4/23/723608/-Lots-of-unpatriotic-Texans-want-out-of-the-union">Texas secession talk</a> since <a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0409/21295.html">Tax Day</a>, the term <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Quebexas</span></span> came to mind this morning as I was making the coffee.<br /><br />Seems like there are more than a few parallels here:<ul><li>Claims to a culture distinct from the rest of the country</li><li>Country-esque size (Quebec = 595,391 sq mi (larger than Madagascar), Texas = 268,820 sq mi (larger than the UK)]</li><li><a href="http://web.ku.edu/~idea/northamerica/usa/texas/texas.htm">Linguistic uniqueness</a></li></ul>Any others that leap to mind?Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-69246552468317488112009-04-21T08:03:00.000-07:002009-04-21T08:13:47.069-07:00Zigzag Sunset<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxbZ52jwdzJFEtmTTNFLQFcchEBixPAsY8rYnD1XoxeInTr7_JazNMmfZG80G_kPUmLFZ75sf-cMQA_UFxdJjCBORG3F57_8KsnQaC1REXg42wjNrzU2mxUYFudLpCpEN0h1L/s1600-h/zigzagsunset.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirxbZ52jwdzJFEtmTTNFLQFcchEBixPAsY8rYnD1XoxeInTr7_JazNMmfZG80G_kPUmLFZ75sf-cMQA_UFxdJjCBORG3F57_8KsnQaC1REXg42wjNrzU2mxUYFudLpCpEN0h1L/s400/zigzagsunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327162695101412402" /></a><br />There are few benefits to working until sundown on a beautiful spring day. I was surprised last night to learn that one of those benefits is the way that the sunset bounces in a zigzag pattern down my hall.Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-56737930696882856292009-03-10T07:04:00.000-07:002009-03-10T07:11:17.871-07:00Things Learned @ Starbucks @ 6 AMShould you find yourself at Starbucks ordering a triple <em>venti</em> latte to try to wake up for your 10<sup>th</sup> 16-hour day in a row while working on some work emergency, here's a heart attack of a tip:<br /><br />At least at <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&ie=UTF8&q=starbucks+middlefield+palo+alto&fb=1&split=1&gl=us&ei=oXS2SfHxI5GksQOz4LDjCA&ll=37.43384,-122.127886&spn=0.054796,0.066261&z=14&iwloc=C">my local Starbucks</a>, the button that permits the barrista to make an odd number of shots is broken. They can only draw espresso shots in twos. Thus, be friendly and your sympathetic server will ask you if you want that extra shot.<br /><br />Lest you think that four shots of espresso is just too much caffeine, it's still <a href="http://www.diet-blog.com/archives/2007/10/18/how_much_caffeine_in_starbucks_coffee.php">less than the Starbucks brewed <em>grande</em> coffee</a>.Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-38731766774406562912009-02-17T22:06:00.000-08:002009-02-17T22:41:05.361-08:00Get Rich! Just Like Me!Facebook ads <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2008/08/poor-desperate-souls-click-here.html">were strange</a> and are just getting stranger.<br /><br />Based on the <a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.camoonline.com/catalog/1936.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.camoonline.com/servlet/the-8/MARPAT-Marine-Digital-Desert/Detail&usg=__aG1iTfALYiGnxMGSxkYihFF-RYU=&h=524&w=600&sz=36&hl=en&start=24&sig2=UUrGLRK5jNZgNZsB0DqJPg&um=1&tbnid=TMfljLCEBS4d4M:&tbnh=118&tbnw=135&ei=G6WbSZX2CYLYsAOQ04C9Bw&prev=/images%3Fq%3Ddesert%2Bmarpat%26start%3D20%26ndsp%3D20%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN">pattern</a> on this fellow's collar – which looks an awful lot like the military's new <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MARPAT">MARPAT camouflage pattern</a> – I suspect this fellow is a member of the U.S. military holding up some <a href="http://blog.foreignpolicy.com/posts/2006/11/09/9_billion_missing_in_action">Iraq or Afghanistan reconstruction money</a>, not some entrepreneur showing off his hard-won earnings:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0XNrmZt4uybb-heXpBxvbFxSuPkgoc_CGLSu9vnk1Ykq4NYDM31nX8nXRDqWKxhXz5YZtPpGtYZYFU658hEFtiRSmJPREvPRRFhJX4aKnRUmptgEP2Mvj6g4lFuGXXalxTdV/s1600-h/iraqmoney.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0XNrmZt4uybb-heXpBxvbFxSuPkgoc_CGLSu9vnk1Ykq4NYDM31nX8nXRDqWKxhXz5YZtPpGtYZYFU658hEFtiRSmJPREvPRRFhJX4aKnRUmptgEP2Mvj6g4lFuGXXalxTdV/s400/iraqmoney.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304015930006868386" /></a><br />As our country spindles downwards into economic darkness, I feel like I've noticed a trend whereby the claims of internet advertising have become more ambitious and outlandish. As our lives get plainer, ads promise only more luxury.<br /><br />Today, we're all suddenly focused on living within our means, we wonder how we'd manage if that job disappeared, we know that our current shared struggle was hatched from the simultaneous failure of our fellow countrymen's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subprime_lending">fatally</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flipping">flawed</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collateralized_debt_obligation">get-rich-quick schemes</a>. <br /><br />Yet we're still not attentive enough to notice that the image of the fellow holding tens of thousands of dollars in his hand is a ploy, a lie in plain sight. That money is not his and it's not yours, but maybe you're more likely to click the ad today than you were a year ago, because just for a second, you want to believe that you can succeed economically without wait or effort. Just for that moment, you look at the image without seeing, hoping for the chance to get rich because you're sick of a world that says you're lucky to get by.Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725260.post-72615762830785156492009-02-07T07:34:00.000-08:002009-02-08T12:04:00.497-08:00Yet Another Sign that the Economy is in Dire StraitsThe number of people arriving at this blog after searching for something like <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&client=firefox-a&channel=s&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&hs=UKa&q=find%20velveeta%20in%20grocery%20store&btnG=Search">Find Velveeta in Grocery Store</a> has skyrocketed since the start of the year.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">11/10/04:</span> <a href="http://sauntering.blogspot.com/2004/11/find-velveeta.html">Find the Velveeta</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNW9xXnaiBgf4SUi1JCjGmmM7pVYPADTWFpETzH-CxOML47Rtb0wnIRJvJS43lm4GnGBlga5fvmHk8ctcnqV_Y_1vM0rP4AsjXGI2m6AbDQZPa6WUiak7nowQVsu8qzEC9-YpK/s1600-h/freecoffee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNW9xXnaiBgf4SUi1JCjGmmM7pVYPADTWFpETzH-CxOML47Rtb0wnIRJvJS43lm4GnGBlga5fvmHk8ctcnqV_Y_1vM0rP4AsjXGI2m6AbDQZPa6WUiak7nowQVsu8qzEC9-YpK/s400/freecoffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300081408215266738" border="0" /></a>Andyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09118411953738472017noreply@blogger.com0