Saturday, March 03, 2007

YouTube - Dropkick Murphys - Sunshine Highway

Leave it to the Murphys to remind us of the road we take every year, the road that takes us through Richmond. On our way to the Sunshine State...Two weeks to St. Patty's Day. But who the fook's countin'?YouTube - Dropkick Murphys - Sunshine Highway
Posting is still very much a hit or miss experience. Mostly miss. I'm batting about .021 and feel like I'm stepping up to the plate with Dice-K on the mound. Dice-K, for those of you who aren't Red Sox fans, is the Boston team's new starting pitcher.

Yes, it's baseball season again. The calender shouts, " It's nearly spring! " But the northwesterly breezes whisper, " Not yet. " Temperatures aren't supposed to get out of the 20s on Tuesday.

Donna have been living down here on the south coast of Rhode Island for about four years. Among the things we've learned is that spring's only a rumor here. It stays cold right through late May. The irony is that we always longed to live near the ocean. Endless summers were our dream. Endless winters is what we get, though.

Because of the wind that blows over the choppy waters of Block Island Sound.

Irony is everywhere.

The Sox play the Phillies this afternoon. I'll tape the game and watch it tonight, as I listen to the URI Rams basketball game. URI's playing Richmond, down there. Where it's warm.

Friday, March 02, 2007

YouTube - We Can't Make It Here Anymore - by James Mcmurtry

I think it's time to hear this one one more time...YouTube - We Can't Make It Here Anymore - by James Mcmurtry
The Washington Post is geting rave reviews for its stories about the deplorable conditions at Walter Reed Hospital's Building #18. Instead of giving the paper credit, I'm wondering: What took them so long?

These conditions have been known about for three years. The miltary brass knew. Wounded troops' families knew. Walter Reed isn't located in some far away place with a strange sounding name. It has the same zip code as The Washington Post. Papers like the Post have bureaus and correspondents all over the world, yet this is a story that's been unfolding in a place within walking distance of the Post newsroom.

So I'm not jumping on the Praise the Post bandwagon just yet.

As I read the stories, and see how the cable guys are picking it up, I can't help but recall how Geraldo Rivera made a name for himself. It was back in the early 1970s. Geraldo Rivera in 1972 won an Emmy for his report of neglect and abuse at a Staten Island facility for the mentally retarded. More than thirty years later, you look up " Tabloid TV " in the dictionary, Geraldo's mug shot is right over there in the margin. How far he, and we, have come.

Still. Where was Geraldo, or his journalistic heir or heiresses apparent two or three years ago, when this story should have been broken?

Yes, I'm happy to see the morons responsible for this outrage exposed. I'm pleased that the Secretary of the Army was fired today. I'm hopeful that conditions at Building # 18 will improve faster than you can say, " Cover your ass. "

But beyond that nothing much is going to happen. It's just another case of a bureaucracy doing what it does best. Fucking up, then when it's caught doing that, doing as little as humanly possible to patch things up. Look what happened with Katrina. One minute Mike Brown's getting patted on the back ( " Heck of a job, Brownie. " ) The next minute he's canned and a new boss, same as the old boss, is sitting in that big corner office.

Does this story have legs? No, it does not. It has one leg, and is missing an arm, and nobody will care come next Tuesday.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

More important to me than coffee in the morning is Imus in the morning. I wake up around 6 am and reach for my Am/Fm/short wave radio, which is about the same size as a paperback book. Imus drives me crazy. Too many commercials. Too much talk about autism and lung disease. Too much coughing. Too much of Bernie's sophomoric rants. Too little knowledge of sports shown by Imus's latest sports hack. Too much. Too little. But it's the first thing I reach out for when I wake up in the morning, so there must be something there. It can't all be bad. Can it?

What is it with Imus? Why is he so popular? Why's he a king and queen maker extraordinaire? I know someone who's a regular guest on his show. What this guy likes most about the I Man is his " authenticity. "

In other words, he's real.

A cranky, 65 year old, recovering alcoholic and substance abuser, lung diseased, chronic coughing man whose hair spills out from under his 10 gallon hat like dirty water from a broken main...

That's Don Imus. As I said, he drives me crazy, but I buy whatever he's selling. And for me, at least, he's that first cup of coffee, the first thing you look forward to upon waking up from the fever dream sleep you've been sleeping.
I seem to be back in the Progress Notes saddle. Computers have myriad faults and there are good reasons for steering clear of the things. But one very good thing about them is that they force you to think about things in different ways. They encourage you to brain storm, go the trial and error route. Take my latest problem for example.

I've been going days without being able to access the Blogger.com dashboard, which launches me onto the blank page upon which I scribble these words. Tried all kinds of things to correct the problem. Changed passwords. Attempted to create a whole new blog. Nothing worked.

Then I had a thought yesterday. I've been trying not to watch the cable guys during the day. It's all Anna Nicole all the time and I want nothing to do with it. Yet when I turned on my laptop the first page to come up on the screen is CNN. That's been my home page.

I got rid of that yesterday. Just randomly selected Google News as my new home page. And since then, I haven't had a problem accessing my dashboard.