You know, every time I take my kid to the playground, or to the lake to watch the ducks, I find myself thinking, aren’t you ashamed that this is what you do for a living…? Then, after a mental pause (during which time I remember weekends spent grading student papers), I laugh and laugh and laugh! **** update: And laugh!
June 3, 2006
June 3, 2006
Battle for the Narrative of Haditha
And so it begins… Whether the historical referent becomes My Lai or Jenin (or something in between) will depend upon the outcome of the investigation, of course; but, if the early analogies are any indication, one does get the creepy sense that many in the US media are kind of hoping for the former, so convinced are they that the soldiers they so love are, by in large, nothing more
June 3, 2006
The “Were I a 1981 Chevy Celebrity” poem
Were I a 1981 Chevy Celebrity, I’d embrace my high mileage — the scuffed sidewalls and tiny tears in my tartan cloth upholstery the scars of a life well traveled, and of roads well chosen, though often at speeds that defied law. Like a redwood embracing its rings — or Clint Eastwood running his thumb along the crows feet that now punctuate an aging silver squint, I’d spend what time
June 3, 2006
BREAKING: ROVE TO BE INDICTED, “IF NOT BY FITZGERALD PERSONALLY, THAN CERTAINLY IN THE COURT OF PUBLIC OPINION. IF BY ‘THE COURT OF PUBLIC OPINION,’ WE MEAN IN ‘A JASON LEOPOLD HASH FOG‘“
*must credit protein wisdom* What? You’re still here?