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From the Post today:
In Sanger's New York Times about the Clinton portraits, he makes references to the fact that Clinton alumni are circulating a joke about how many Bush administration officials it takes to change a light bulb. The answer is seven. But Sanger only describes two of seven roles. Here is the entire joke:
- One to deny that a light bulb needs to be replaced.
- One to attack and question the patriotism of anyone who has questions about the light bulb.
- One to blame the previous administration for the need of a new light bulb.
- One to arrange the invasion of a country rumored to have a secret stockpile of light bulbs.
- One to get together with Vice President Cheney and figure out how to pay Halliburton one million dollars for a light bulb.
- One to arrange a photo-op session showing Bush changing the light bulb while dressed in a flight suit and wrapped in an American flag.
- And finally, one to explain to Bush the difference between screwing a light bulb and screwing the country.
Funny, eh?
It's exactly right. I'd suggest buying the book to get it all. I've never bought into the idea that creating a large phone bank is an effective way to get people out anymore. Door to door is the only way to significantly get people to come out to vote. Period.
In Edward's perfect political world, Dems would stop focusing on visibility and concentrate on the numbers, state by state, that we can take back. Focus on the areas where a couple hundred voters make a difference. Target key races. Get volunteers to focus on personal contact rather than phone banks. That's why spending energy on phone banking from home software is such an idiotic idea. I think Dems were far quicker to use blogs effectively to raise money for special election candidates and the party as a whole. But inundating voters with phone calls and literature just doesn't work. This is why I refuse to phone bank. And so should you.
1019 pixels.
That's the minimum width required to see this website properly. I've set the "minimum-width" setting in CSS for it. Unfortunately, stupid IE doesn't support this tag, but when it does, we'll be cooking with gas. Until then, firefox users will, once again, see the site they way it's supposed to be seen. And Internet Explorer users can simply get used to disappointment.
As I've said before, if anyone has any suggestions about the design/layout of the site, feel free to send them to me.
But you know what? If you're running your desktop setting below 1024x768, you need to get a new monitor/video card. My current setup has me at 1600x1200, which is more than enough real estate to see a lowly 1019 pixel width website. So there.
Okay, for the last time, altogether now: "Recycling Wastes More Energy Than It Saves". Got it? When Jane or John Doe takes their newspaper to the curb, and it gets delivered to the recycling plant, that plant has to burn energy to build new paper from the old. In many cases, the energy used by the plant is greater than that required to produce a brand new piece of paper. Hence, recycling is bunk.
There is, of course, a strong exception: if the material being used is in short supply and cannot be replenished, recycling makes sense. Of course, that's not true about paper (planting trees is fairly easy and in the long term, good) or many abundant metals. To be sure, dumping trash in a landfill isn't good either, but that doesn't make recycling better because of it. The world would be much better off if, instead of focusing on recycling, we managed to replace every coal-fired power plant with a nuclear one in the next ten years. That would result in cleaner air and a better environment. Period.
Class dismissed.
After injuring my foot playing basketball over the weekend, I'm slightly annoyed. It's only a single toe, but the pain is too great to simply walk normally and hope it'll go away, so I end up looking like a gimp.
Oh, the Atheist case got dismissed on a technicality. And the Post, continuing their streak of scoops, managed to get an actual copy of the Bybee memo. Be sure to check it out.
Man in grey suit was reading my book in the metro this morning. I thought about going up to him and saying, "Hey, I'm reading that book too!" Then I realized that I really didn't want to strike up a conversation in the metro because
- no one is supposed to talk on the metro
- he might think i was hitting on him
- if he had been, instead, a pretty girl i would have been hitting on her
Time to get back to work. There's still tons of stuff to be done. Which isn't bad. Oh, the title of this post is the name of the book I stole from the 'rents given to them by Brad. It's fairly good so far. I have a multitude of movie and book reviews to throw up during my lunch break. Yay!
I'm at the familial estate now...preparing to see my kid sister move to the next level of education, namely, the morass known as high-school. I remember thinking on this day, many years ago, that things couldn't possibly get better for me. It was a particularly good day, that dawned 12 years ago. Almost half my life...
I was dead wrong, of course. Things got much better. Four years later, I again was on top of my game, with a little more history. I knew things could get better then, but I didn't see how. Four years after that point I had figured out how things could get better and knew that they would. Today, the trend continues: it's as if I can see all the possibilities in front of me, and the minor bumps that occur are blips, just distractions from the real target.
Four years from now, I fully anticipate that I'll be sitting back, enjoying all my luck has brought me. I'll still claim star-crossed status, with a knowing wink explaining that it's all a farce: few bad things have yet to happen to me. Hubris is knowing you're going to be knocked down but wanting to taste the blood anyway just so you can wipe it off, get up and swing again. Bring it.
I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings.
Okay, time to turn the Mercury down and pick up the Powers, which I haven't done in a couple of weeks. Nothing like a little recombinant dna discussion to put one to sleep. ATATCGTAGC, indeed.
I applied my free Ronnie day to visiting Assateague Island, although we actually just hit the state park side. Post beach, we saw a wild horse. Afterwards, I also introduced Jill to the wonders of the slick track. A good time was had by all.
Yesterday I attempted to continue to work, as my office has been incredibly busy of late. However, because of the Ronnie funeral, we were dismissed at one pm. Yay! I used my free time to catch some rays, play some ratchet, watch the procession on tivo (far too hot to go down to constitution...as Ronald noted, there were mostly white people down there, an irony created by the fact that 61% of the DC population is African-American. Of course, most regular district residents realized it was too damn hot to go stand in line to see Ronnie's casket.) and then have dinner at DG with Deborah followed by the consumption of frozen milk products. All in all, a great day.
Best of all, today I get to work, start spinning like crazy, but in the end I'll get to head west with Brad, who's returning to the district after an extended absenece. Now if only Helena were here...