Year: 2003
How the Russians Won the Cold War
Posted on August 14, 2003 in Citizenship Pointers
Supposedly we lost in Vietnam. But what lessons did we learn? We’re repeating it in Iraq and we’re repeating the mistake of the Soviets in Afghanistan.
Autumn
Posted on August 13, 2003 in Biomes Book of Days
And when autumn finally arrived, it looked little different from summer when you stood under the elderberries and gazed across the oak-glutted arroyos.
Cinquainfull and unrepetant
Posted on August 13, 2003 in Poems
Voters
feel weakly
elated about the
Terminator. Arnold let’s them
not think.
It’s the Wild Geese in Me
Posted on August 13, 2003 in Quizzes
The Wild Geese were that generation of young Irish Catholic men who fled the island for the continent following its conquest by William of the Orange.
Talking to Burningbird: Getting in Fights
Posted on August 13, 2003 in Blogging Crosstalk
Nearly any sincere blogger has encountered at least one roach: sometimes they swarm — if someone told me that they sent email to each other to say “Hey, we’ve got a mark” I would believe it to be true.
Blanched Almonds and Sugar-Thin Ash
Posted on August 13, 2003 in Weather
Yes, I find peace in writing about the weather.
The Real Problem in California
Posted on August 13, 2003 in Gray Davis Recall
Sacramento politics is at an impass because the legislature is populated by men and women who don’t fear the electorate.
Not Much of a Riddle
Posted on August 12, 2003 in Book of Days Whimsies
You should be able to guess what it is.
“Fair and Balanced” is No One’s Property
Posted on August 12, 2003 in Censorship Journalists & Pundits
This isn’t “Things go better with Coke”, “the Pepsi Challenge”, “Winston Tastes Good Like a Cigarette Should”: this is declaring that phrases like “liberty and justice for all” or “ham and eggs” can be owned by one person.
Folk Revolution
Posted on August 12, 2003 in Blogging Crosstalk
I want a world where even rants, bad poetry freely posted, personal punditry, and pictures of cats can ripple forth from the fall of the smallest pebble to lick the edges of the big pond and make the reeds along the shore tremble
An Unseen Argument
Posted on August 11, 2003 in Book of Days Neighborhood
I wanted to say “Why are you talking of these things on a night like this? Don’t you know that the heat makes you crazy?”
