As I was driving back across Lucky Peak dam this morning (after morning wind—in May!), I noticed the sign that was put up after 9/11, NO STOPPING ON DAM and I thought about the accumulated artifacts of our fears, and the utter disregard for absurdity. Maybe it's because I visit during wee hours when only the most die-hard of the fisherman and the wind junkies are on hand. On a busy boating weekend (such as... today), I suppose there's plenty of traffic, and the motorboats would stack up if someone were to stop in one of the two narrow lanes with no shoulder. It would be annoying, certainly. And maybe incite some road rage?
But for the non-suicidal terrorist, I don't see how traffic enforcement would provide a deterrent. An excuse for action doesn't seem to be required any more. Considering the story from eastern Washington, where an employee of the Spokane Regional Transportation Council was taking pictures of a deserted weigh station, and had to explain to the State Patrol what she was up to... when he called her on her cell phone 10 minutes later. (How about if she answered "I'm sorry, but it's none of your business"?)
(h/t to Huckleberries, where you can read another selection of comments.)
Speaking of Judges taking action that is bound to drive the right-wing wild... here come the California Supremes high-stepping their way ahead of the majority to rule that same-sex couples have a constitutional right to marry in that state.
Is this a big, sloppy kiss for the McCain campaign, tailored to motivate the enraged Base to come out and vote for the less liberal of the two moderates running for President? Could be.
Let their Legislature call it what they will, the civil right of committed couples to form their own more perfect unions is one giant step closer to equality under the law.
(h/t to Gila, and her mini civics lesson on the Liberal OC.)
One of our neighbors asked Jeanette how long we'd been married now, and she got a chuckle out her answer that "we've been a number for 28 years, this week." (The May 18, 1980 eruption of Mt. St. Helens provided us a convenient marker for end of our first week together. Oh, and since there are 7 days in a week, 4 years between leap years, and 4 x 7 = 28, May 18 will be a Sunday again this year, how nice.)
This week—yesterday, in fact—also marks fortboise's blogiversary: it's eight!
I say we give a serious stink-eye on anyone from the Legislative branch complaining about Judicial. If said Legislator is also running for Executive, the double stink-eye. Consider George W. Bush's record of making his own "law" with utter disregard not just for the will of the people, but also the will of Congress, international treaties, centuries-old established principles, and common decency. There is plenty of room for improvement on the law-making side, with more problems from bad law than bad interpretation of it.
If Republican-appointees were the ticket to a better Supreme Court, we're already 77% of the way there, as Alan (and Wikipedians) point out. But here's John McCain trying to raise money under the well-rubbed subject of "Combating Judicial Activism." He can rest assured that the future of the U.S. Supreme Court, as he emphasizes it, has been on my mind for several presidential elections now, but his notion that Democratic appointees will "make law with disregard for the will of the people" is about as cock-eyed as the idea that Republican appointees will... what, make law according to public opinion polls? Oh no, it's "strictly interpret the Constitution," a magical prescription for a more perfect union. Republicans strict, Democrats out-of-control libertines.
Apparently the Straight Talk Express has accidentally taken the siding into Cooterville, where life is still conveniently black-and-white. (And the white men are in charge. And the black men are in jail.)
Bill Sali blows off the Idaho Press Club, the League of Women Voters and Idaho Public TV in one fell swoop. Why bother? He's got a busy weekend, somebody on the radio wants to talk to him, a parade, a gun show... He's not taking his opponent seriously, confident that Republican primary voters will shoe him in. If they can find the time to get to the polls.
By way of an excuse, his spokesman Wayne Hoffman said that they never said he would, just that he might. That makes it so much appropriate, don't you think?
Ok, I took the trouble to see the original show, the video of her segment on This Week with George Stephanawatchacallit tagged with "McCain Surrogate Stresses Innovation." It reminds me of seeing Sun CEO Scott McNealy at Comdex (back when there was such a thing) responding to Fiorina's rollout of that strategy at Hewlett-Packard: the new logo! "Big whoop," I think was the sum total of his commentary.
Now her "business" is being Chairman of McCain's "Victory 2008," and her #1 talking point is that "nothing could be further from the truth" than the ugly rumour that John McCain is running for a 3rd Bush term. He is so anti-Bush, "it was John McCain, after, all who spoke—loudly—for four long years saying that Don Rumsfeld was the worst Secretary of Defense in history" and stuff.
In her vignette of the "typical American family sitting around the kitchen table," wondering whether they can send their kid to college in the fall, she doesn't explain how $30 or $50 of gas tax holidy is going to get junior any closer to registration day.
It appears that Fiorina is being pushed forward as the chief economic strategist for the McCain campaign, if not a tantalizing possibility for Veep. Did we need further illustration that economics is not something McCain has understood as well as he should?
I can't wait to see Carly Fiorina on The Daily Show; even on Sunday morning, she's cracking me up. According to Sarah Lai Stirland's report of her stint on This Week with George Stephanopoulos (a "brief" yet "wide-ranging" interview, go figure), "Fiorina said that she couldn't name a credible economist who supports the idea of a gas tax holiday."
"I don't think it matters. I'm a business person," she said, saying that economists' arguments are too theoretical, and don't address the everyday budgetary realities facing Americans.
I'm trying to imagine what Ms. Fiorina might know about anything having to do with the "everyday" since she blasted through the glass ceiling to top management positions at Lucent, and then Hewlett-Packard, before HP booted her out the door with only an 8-figure (or was it 9? I forget) golden parachute for consolation.
I wouldn't say she's a business person so much as a marketing professional, and lord knows, John McCain is going to need someone with those skills to put lipstick on the economic pig that George W. Bush has turned loose.
About a week ago, gas was $3.40-something at the corner pump, but we drove a few more days before filling up. It had jumped to $3.599 by the time I made my selection of the lowest octane and replenished the Prius' tank. It didn't startle me into doing anything different, but it did make me wonder: how much will gas have to cost before I change my lifestyle? When I will I decide not to drive somewhere because it costs too much? $5? 8? 10?
And in the sea of SUVs raised on cheap gas, I wonder about how those big car owners are feeling about their choices. In the oil shock of the 1970s, there was a moment when big cars became anathema, "lead sleds" that no one wanted to buy. One guy I knew had a yard full of old Cadillacs that he was collecting, cheap because no one wanted to pay to drive them around any more.
The guy in front of me at the gas station opened the cap on his Corvette
convertible, and made his selection on the other end of the octane
scale. "91," I said. "Yeah baby!" He said "'93, actually," thinking I
was talking about the model year. He bought something less than 2
gallons, I imagine because he hardly ever drives the thing and didn't
want stale high-test in the tank. He's preserving its value as a work of
sculpture, and for the (very) occasional thrill of go-fast.
Krugman mentions the NYT report of a surge in transit ridership, along with the observation that it has a long way to go. The neighborhood Pacman is still the single-occupancy vehicle; a great, big, gas-guzzling SUV SOV.
There's something oddly comforting about the hand-lettered signs that persist around town, even after the direct appeals for Ron Paul have subsided into quixotic clues, New Age signposts to this millennium's version of Burma Shave. Dan Popkey's digging around the stealth campaign to take over the state's GOP convention in some fashion, on the way to making a statement at the national convention this summer. The only ones not looking forward to the possibility of that entertainment are the bosses, who would be perfectly happy to keep everything on-script and on-schedule. Annoint McCain, thrill over his choice of V.P. and then on to the final run to November.
But wait! There could be more!
40 contested races (out of 141) for precinct committeeperson in Ada Co. alone, and who knows how many others out of 44 counties and 900 races across the state, as the Republicans get an unaccustomed taste of democracy in their ranks. Will we add an Idaho chapter to the tales of insurgency?
"(T)he Nevada GOP (was prompted) to abruptly adjourn its convention last month. Paul delegates stormed the Spokane County, Wash., convention and passed an anti-war platform plank. Paul forces have skirmished with mainstream Republicans in Georgia, Oklahoma, Minnesota and Missouri."
Alan Arnette's dispatches are flowing again, as this year's narrow window of opportunity to stand on the summit of Everest opens... Fixed ropes and lashed-together ladders bottle-neck the increasingly well-traveled path between Base Camp and the upper camps, his guess that there were 150 climbers between camps 2 and 3, more than four miles above sea level.
Yet another of my Boise father figures gone before, Dale had a more remarkable life than the small part we shared in our time together on social occasions, from being a young draftee in WWII, to earning a Ph.D. in ecology in 1971, before most people had even heard that word. For his memorial this Friday, I know we'll feel the resonance of who he was through the family and friends gathered to honor his life.
Hillary has Bill, and John has... Cindy. She'll give up her tax returns when we pry them from her cold, dead hands!
My wife and I have been married for 26 years, and we filed joint returns for 26 years. Of course, we've been living in a community property state the whole time where mostly what's mine is ours and what's hers in ours. Not so much chance she might be rich and me an ordinary guy with a $169,300 a year job, trying to keep from looking elitist.
Funny thing about accumulating riches; they allow you to live well, but apparently part of the deal is doing all you can to keep the details secret. Even if you're married to the President of the United States of America?
Maybe Cindy McCain won't face that problem.
Front page news today, about our former governor keeping his records from 7 years in office secret, in violation of state law.
Two years ago, the Idaho Attorney General's office told Dirk Kempthorne to give his gubernatorial records to the Idaho State Historical Society - like every governor before him.
There's so much wrong with this, where do we start? He's been "too busy" in his new job as SecInt to "vet" the records, and "cede control" of them. And his lawyer, Michael Bogert is acting like nothing's wrong, weaseling that the state has "jurisdiction" of the stuff, parked in the Department of Administration... even though yeah, "any public records request has to be approved by the former governor."
How does that work? They're the state's records, in the state's possession, and Dirk Kempthorne has no state position, but he and his lawyer get to keep everybody out of the boxes?
Kempthorne is also a former U.S. Senator from Idaho, and as such he has records from his one elected term in the federal government; those are sealed for 25 years, legally, and he figured the state would let him do the same thing?
No, it doesn't, and Kempthorne and Bogert have known that for at least two years now. So what is so important and so confidential that Kempthorne feels the need for this extreme secrecy?
The nice thing about the Idaho Press Club Best of 2007 Annual Awards is that there seems to be something for everybody; looks like more than 400 prizes. Good advertising vehicle for the Idaho Press Club, certainly; all those news outlets will be saying their name for weeks to come.
The less nice thing about the awards is that there isn't a hyperlink to any of the award-winning newspapers, websites, magazines, television stations, radio stations, public relations firms, students, or "new categories." They typed out a few domain names for us, but that was it.
Maybe next year.
Last month, my copy of Quicken 2005 started sending me "Second Notices" of its plans to go on the blink as of April 30th. No more updates, or on-line connection. Time to send more money! Get a new version!
Except I like the old version ok. It's getting the job done, I'm used to its features (and shortcomings), and it's paid for. It's convenient to have it update stock and fund quotes, but I could live without that for, oh, ever. If I had to. I forwarded a piece of my mind to Intuit, which they redirected to /dev/null as usual, with an autoreply to tell me how much they appreciated hearing from me, whatever it was I said. Please don't reply to this message, we'll ignore that even moreso.
The warnings stopped, or at least stopped catching my attention, and I looked after other things, April ended, and here it is the 3rd of May. I started up Quicken for the first time in more than a week, and it wanted to know, would I like to update?
Same old update screen as I've had 6 or 8 times over the years with this copy. But... they said I wasn't getting any more updates after April 30, didn't they? You don't suppose... no, they wouldn't do that, would they? Sucker me into asking for an "update" that cripples my copy of the software so it doesn't work as well?
I said [Cancel]. And updated the stock and fund prices as usual, no complaints, warnings, or errors. Go figure.
Gail Collins takes a few shots at an easy target.
"(T)here is nothing worse than snobs who live close to the office making fun of a gas-tax holiday that would in the best possible circumstances save real hard-working Americans 30 cents a day. The point is particularly piquant when made by a guy who flies around the country in his wife’s private plane."
Thanks to Red State Rebels for the links to the burgeoning story about Bill Sali's campaign fundraising adventure, now that the Club for Growth has apparently thrown him off the bus. I especially liked Sali's spokesman Wayne Hoffman's saying that his creditors "are extremely understanding," even if they are demanding cash for new transactions, thankyouverymuch. (Quoted in the Spokesman-Review.)
It turns out that the report of our cat's demise was an exaggeration. (These things can happen.) Color us surprised, and a little embarrassed to learn that she's been seen further afield in the neighborhood before this week than we ever imagined, and after her middle of the night departure on Tuesday, took up up residence under a backyard shed, four yards north. Those folks have a better fence, keeping tom cats out, and their female cats, now augmented by the one we thought was "ours," in.
After 17 years, if we were chopped liver, we might be more attractive to her. As it is, she did come out on our second try to lure her, eat a healthy portion of soft cat food out of a dish set in front of me, but wasn't about to be grabbed and taken "home" afterward.
Ain't we been good to ya?!
Update: She came on out for Jeanette, later, got carried home and brought inside. She's had some lap time, still talking and checking everything out, she'll want to go out and we won't let her, not right away.
We get to burn up their oil, so it seems only fair for us to
take some of the contamination back. (But... it was an accident.
While we were over there liberating their country!) 13 million pounds of
sand, loaded with depleted uranium and lead, headed to
American Ecology
in Grandview, Idaho. (They must have done a marketing study and found a
better response to that name than "Radioactive Waste, Inc.")
We presume—hardly anyone's talking—that they're taking advantage of our low population density, our state's Republican management, and our apparently well-connected waste disposal company. Sure, it's a little out of the way getting most of 7,000 tons of sand from Kuwait to Idaho, but where there's a will, there's a way. We've moved a lot more oil that distance.
What isn't explained in The Daily News (Longview, WA) coverage going back to the middle of last month is why, if "we're talking about levels that you see in nature," according to AE's project manager, we didn't just leave those natural levels right where they were, but instead took the trouble to move them halfway around the world. Part of George Bush's economic stimulus plan, perhaps.
TDN said the AE project manager also told them that "any contamination on foreign lands must be shipped back to the United States for disposal." This particular boatload turned into two trainloads, moving from Longview up the Columbia and into the Snake River basin is "contamination" from 1991. Imagine what a growth industry we'll have when we start moving the contamination from Afghanistan and Iraq for 2001-2008 (and counting... up to 10? 15? 100 years?).
We may run out of oil to be shuffling sand before it's all shuffled to meet that standard. If the risk is negligible, and from the numbers cited, it sounds like it is, maybe we should get smarter sooner and get agreement to leave it where it is. The hardest part is getting the diplomats not to laugh when we say "trust us on this..."
Update: Hmm, smells like money. Naturally.
ExxonMobil's profits up 17%, but folks wanted more. More, more, more. They made $11.7 billion in the fourth quarter of 2007, after all. Less is apparently not more in the oil business, and certainly not for the largest corporation in the world.
I don't know how much ExxonMobil's profits were reduced by the necessity of paying taxes on their 12-digit quarterly gross (plenty, one would hope), but it seems strange to have the relatively paltry federal excise tax on gasoline under attack, an idea "so ridiculous, so unworthy of the people aspiring to lead our nation, it takes your breath away," as Thomas Friedman puts it.
"(T)he biggest energy crisis we have in our country today is the energy to be serious – the energy to do big things in a sustained, focused and intelligent way. We are in the midst of a national political brownout."
Tom von Alten tva_∂t_fortboise_⋅_org
