Working like a dog
Today was “Take your Rufus to work day”:
That weird device next to Rufus’ head is a Soundstick, from Amy’s old computer. And yes, I had iTunes going on my desktop computer.
China on the Mississippi?
When I write about how the NYSun is the Official Newspaper of Gil Roth, please keep in mind that I’m referring to its arts, culture and sports writing. Its op-ed section, on the other hand, can get pretty wacky.
Take today’s piece by Gordon Chang, for example. A Communist-Made Disaster discusses how the huge death-toll from the earthquake in China can be chalked up to policies of the communist party (he doesn’t blame the earthquake itself on the party; that’s India’s fault) and the local corruption that the regime breeds.
Mr. Chang seems to be arguing that a democratic system would push for regulation of building standards, deter public officials from skimming off or mis-allocating taxpayer funds, and allow the people to hold the government responsible for building safer schools.
All of which made me wonder, “Has Mr. Chang heard of New Orleans?”
Unrequired Reading: May 16, 2008
yeahyeah: make with the Friday-into-the-weekend reading. . .
Bearzilla
A 726-lb. bear was caught in the town next to ours.
In related news, Andrew Sullivan announced he’s moving out here! (ba-dum-dum!)
The White Stuff
I’m sure he’s a perfectly good guy, but I was just transfixed by this combo of headshot & name in today’s WSJ:
Probably because of this guy:
Rich white guys RULE!
In the Official Newspaper of Gil Roth, Tim Marchman has an article today on how the “corporate ownership” wave in baseball never came to fruition, looking back on the 10th anniversary of the Piazza trade from LA to Florida. Marchman makes the key point that, as the decade has passed, the ranks of MLB ownership includes more smart, rich, white guys (and hispanics) and fewer Belgians. And that’s a sentiment we can all get behind.
(BONUS! Today’s ONGR also has an obit for Irena Sendler, the righteous woman who helped smuggle 2,500 Jewish children out of the Warsaw ghetto. I got choked up while reading her story at the lunch table, but no one else was in the room, so I didn’t have to kill anyone.)
Eleventies
After your tenth anniversary at my company, you get 20 vacation days per year (plus personal days and comps for travel). After your eleventh anniversary, you get a little sadder.
