Friday Musings  01-14-05

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?

Cha!

Sweeten to taste.

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Rilly-rilly.

When I was 15, I was not selected for the team that got to pick the Cool Things to Say. I’m not really sure I know how the members of that particular team got picked, but I know that everyone knew who they were – The Cool Things to Say Team (CTST) could pick a word like “grunch,” and in a week’s time, everyone, EVERYONE! would be saying “grunch,” in time “grunchier,” and finally even “grunchiest.”

By the time the Cool Thing to Say got around to me (or by the time I picked up on it), it’d be almost over. I’d be just working “grunch” into my vocabulary at the exact moment that “grunchiest” went out of style. I was a trailing-edge adopter of the popular culture:

“Yeah,” I would say, in my chambray shirt, bell-bottomed corduroys and chukka boots, nodding my head up and down to try and get something going, “there were a grunch-load of people at the concert last night. Yeah?”

But of reciprocal head-nodding, there would be few, or none. It would have been so, like, fifteen minutes ago. And the CTST would sigh, and roll their eyes and exchange knowing glances. I could have tried to start my own cool thing to say, but I’m pretty sure it would have flamed out. Eventually I gave up on that particular game. I decided to speak, like, you know, English. The American variant. Mostly.

But there were some kids in our youth group at church that were charter members of the CTST. And I noticed one night that “rilly-rilly” had become the grunchiest modifier available.

“Yeah, we went, you know, to the movies last night and had a rilly-rilly good time.”

“Rilly?”

“Rilly-rilly.”

And so it is with some sense of déja vû that I attempt to shepherd my 13 year old daughter through the rocks and shoals of incipient adolescence, secure in the knowledge that there is nothing all that new under the sun, secure in the knowledge that she absolutely knows that I have no idea what she’s going through.

Rilly.

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Dude, I so love it that iBlog allows me to write things like, “déja vû,” with all those accents grave, etc. I rilly-rilly do.

I have a Mac. I am a Mac guy. I rilly-rilly am. (Forgive me. I swear I’ll stop soon. Rilly.)

But I so love my computer. We so had the WYSIWG thing before you ever figured out what we were talking about.

Oh, you may say that a WINTEL machine gives you every bit of the capability at half of the price. You may say that there is far more software designed for the WINTEL mafia than ever finds its way over to the Mac. I will tell you that this may be true, it may be rational, it may make good business sense. I will tell you that you are essentially soulless in the computer world. And that plus, if the software is rilly-rilly good? We’ll eventually get it for the Mac OS.

I work with WINTEL machines day in and day out. I am forced to. And I can make them sing, I can make them laugh. I can make them cry.

But they are mere tools, mechanical, uninspired. And I don’t enjoy a moment of it.

The Mac? I can make the Mac sing. But the thing I rilly-rilly like is that the Mac sings back to me.

For a married man? Using a Mac feels a bit like cheating.

But.

This new $500 Mac ? I’m not rilly so sure.

Just to show that, you know, I’m not, like, an enthusiast. Or anything.

Rilly.

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Bouncing around a bit.

Dunno about you, but I get the distinct impression that Spec. Charles A. Graner * , Jr, US Army (Reserve), is well and truly forked.

But it’s important (to me) for you to understand that I believe that his acts, in themselves, are not really all that horrible. Oh, they’re stupid, and ignoble, and cruel and bullying.

Give you that.

But on the carefully calibrated and gradated scale of evil, they’re nothing more than the usual, pedestrian, dreadful cruelty that our species is all too often heir to. Take for example the puffy-faced, mullet-headed idiot  ** from New Jersey who thought it would be a laugh riot to shine his laser pointer into the cockpit of Teterborough-bound airliners. And then try to blame it on his fourteen-year old daughter.

Three hundred million people. Even if you’re only talking one-tenth of one percent, you’re still talking a lot of idiots ** .

Yeah, OK – that was unfair, that last bit. I’ll admit it. But it was funny. I think.

But back to the topic at hand: Put it this way – The kind of crimes that Graner was convicted of today, and for which he will soon be punished? They would probably not have even earned him an end-of-year bonus in the Saddam regime. Far less a promotion. No, that would have been business as normal.

Try to use some imagination. Show some personal growth. Novice.

But I think that Spec. Graner is almost certainly about to go into the big house and do the long yard. And on a cosmic scale of justice, I think that will be richly justified. Not because his acts (in themselves) were so awful. But because the results of his actions led almost certainly fed the murder machine. And for that, I hope he goes down for the count, and rooms with a big guy named “Bubba.” Who thinks he’s kind of cute, with his face pressed down there in the pillow.

And yeah, I know I shouldn’t wish that. I know that’s awful, and cruel and ignoble. But Graner was cruel on a small scale because he thought he could be. And because of who we are we admitted that to the world, and showed them pictures, and there’s probably a definable number of good kids from Iowa, or Texas or California who won’t be coming home now because Graner thought it would be OK to be cruel on a small scale. Because he thought he could get away with it.

Halifax said that we don’t hang men for stealing horses. We hang men so that horses may not be stolen.

I’m OK with that.

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Speaking of justice, I rather think that it’s been done here **.

Rather think.

Heh.

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Teaser follows:

By fetishizing the poor and oppressed, and in honoring Fidel’s revolution, this substantive … subgroup advocates an unachievable egalitarian ideal while creating a wedge between themselves and their fellow countrymen in the wretched middle class.

Now you have to go there, and read the whole thing.

Sorry.

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Not really.

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Oh, yeah.

I got going last night on the separation thing *** because I’ve been reading a book by Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman, entitled “Long Way Round ** .” McGregor of course, is a well-known Scottish actor who starred in “Trainspotting ,” and is more broadly known as Obi-wan Kenobi in the Star Wars prequels . Boorman, so far as I can tell, is famous because his father made the beautifully lush but flawed “Excalibur.”

The book itself was given to me for Christmas by my nephew, who, like me, owns a BMW R1150GS a motorcycle. (Which, by the way, is a rilly-rilly great ride.) The story involves the authors’ driving their BMW bikes across Europe, through Asia, and down and across North America. A 20,000 mile cross country adventure. Around the world on two wheels.

I so looked forward to reading it.

But for dramatic effect, they both had to wank about missing their families, and separation, and all that gas. For three months!

So yeah, I found myself a little off-put. And started to write about it, and got all maudlin and had to let it go.

But.

McGregor had to chip in on page 233 about his time spent in a Mongolian ger with all the Quaintly Different People Who Really are Just Like Us:

“… We all want the same things; the world isn’t that big of a place. I lay in my ger thinking that if the likes of President Bush, who might even struggle to find Mongolia on a map, had spent some time finding out what was happening outside their countries, they would recognize what all people of all nationalities and religions have in common, instead of focusing on the differences, and maybe the world wouldn’t be in such a mess.”

Silly old President Bush. Focusing on all those differences.

Some people of different nationalities build jet liners. Other people crash them into buildings. Why on earth should we focus on that?

Wooly-headed twit.

Ruined the book for me. Now I’ll struggle to finish.

And it would have been so simple to not even bring it up. Meh.

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But! As far as empty-headed idiots  of the British Empire go, he is far from the top of the list!

It’s so stupid you almost have to laugh. I mean, how did they elect that guy?

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Well, I hope you all have a rilly-rilly great weekend.

Lex out.

** 07-26-20 Different website from what Lex had picked – Ed

*** 07-26-20 Link Gone

**** 07-26-20 Link Added; Lex wrote this the previous evening – Ed. 

 

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