Posted by lex on October 22, 2005
CDR Salamander (back story at the link) tips us off to a Guardian mp3 containing the towering inferno that is a race-baited Joan Rivers. Or rather, the perilously fraught attempt to race-bait Joan Rivers.
Listen in. Have fun. Admire the old bird.
They don’t much make ‘em like that anymore.
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Posted by Lex, on September 7, 2005
Your Navy has moved thousands upon thousands of Katrina refugees across the country (with press accounts attributing their efforts to the Air Force, so it goes) and this is how we get press: *
Posted by lex, on Fri – February 18, 2005 at 06:13 PM
Bottled water, just now. It’s still early, and anyway I had a beer (Guinness, if you must know – for strength * !) with lunch today.
How and why that came to be will be yours to discover once you have clicked “read more” below.
There is a long and circular tale about Monday that I want to share, only I am not quite sure just how to tell it. Hmm.
(Caution: If you can’t abide stories about men lashing the turf in search of little white balls to scrape around [golf, in other words], skip ahead a few lines, brother.)
Well anyway, the surface forces were having their annual golf classic at the air station where I work. Being the team player that I am, and believing it’s all for the best to share of oneself, I signed up a team from our organization. We were a pretty diverse bunch, if you can call four white naval officers between the age of 36 and 50 (I was not the oldest!) diverse. Which I know wouldn’t pass muster at the kinds of places where ethnicity is parsed with purséd lips and diversity is carefully sifted, weighed and assessed, but as I was saying, and to get back on the tale itself, we were diverse, for us: One aviator, one surface warfare officer (for form’s sake, and anyway he’s the best golfer on the staff), one submariner and an admin guy.
Posted by lex, on October 11, 2005
Had a great bike ride Sunday, up the coast and through the hills. Took the big climbs with a little less stress than before, which I attributed to the fact that I’ve been raising the intensity of my running workouts (while reducing the frequency and duration) in preparation for this fall’s physical fitness assessment (PFA). You want to run faster? Run faster. Except that, ah…
I could barely walk this morning.
Guess I’ll be swimming the PFA this year.
This growing old thing? It’s not for sissies.
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And that readership spike on the 8th and 9th? As my old friend from Syracuse used to say, I have no idear.
Posted by lex, on September 8, 2005
If you’ve never seen the movie, “The Great Santini,” you ought to give it a look – it’s a fascinating look inside the mind and world of a Marine Corps fighter pilot who’s convinced that he’s God’s gift to naval aviation and is intent on dragging his family along for his triumphant ride around the pond. The lead role is played by Robert Duval, who typically, nails it home – I’ve known guys like his Bull Meecham (and in fact, I knew some of the Marine Corps fighter jocks who play roles as extras in the movie). It’s also an interesting, if tangential retrospective on the state of civil rights in the late ’60s south. It’s also interesting how perspective changes – in my youth, I looked at Duval’s Bull Meecham as a kind of example – the hard-living, occasionally profane avatar of heroic fighter aviation. Now, seeing it from a far different perspective, I see the imperfect father struggling with his own demons while trying to hold a family together in the face of enormous (and ubiquitous) centrifugal forces.
Posted by lex, on September 7, 2005
Things that there probably ought to be a law against, but isn’t apparently – aka, examples of a very strange man breaking major rules of engagement at the athletic club:
1) Walking around the locker room in your altogether, toweling yourself off vigorously while humming the crescendo of the 1812 Overture (complete with simulated cannon fire)
3) Any combination of numbers 1 & 2
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Posted by lex, on Saturday February 19, 2005 at 12:03 PM
Martin Peretz, the editor of The National Review The New Republic (tks MT), has a compelling article up today, outlining the intellectual bankruptcy that is modern American liberalism. (Registration is required, but it is free, and definitely worth it.)
“Ask yourself: Who is a truly influential liberal mind in our culture? Whose ideas challenge and whose ideals inspire? Whose books and articles are read and passed around? There’s no one, really. What’s left is the laundry list: the catalogue of programs (some dubious, some not) that Republicans aren’t funding, and the blogs, with their daily panic dose about how the Bush administration is ruining the country.”
Posted by lex, on Fri – April 1, 2005 at 05:26 PM
Well, now. That’s your call, isn’t it?
Too cute! Although I’m not entirely sure dragging the Hill-bot into this is entirely appropriate. I mean, what’s she got to do with it?
Judge not, lest ye be judged, I always say.
Click on the pic * for a larger version, thanks to the minds at Attack Machine.
Posted by lex, on Fri – January 14, 2005 at 06:10 PM
It’s a cosmopolitan * today. In case you were curious.
- 2 tablespoons of Vodka
- 1½ tablespoons of Cointreau (Triple sec)
- 1½ tablespoons of Cranberry juice
- 2 teaspoons of freshly squeezed lime juice
- crushed ice
- twist of lime
Combine the Vodka, Cointreau, cranberry juice, lime juice and crushed ice in a cocktail shaker. Gently shake and strain into a cocktail glass. Garnish with a twist of lime.
Yeah, I know it’s a chick drink. But it tastes rilly-rilly good.
So sue me.
Oh, and another thing? Two tablespoons of vodka?
Sweeten to taste.