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?”

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.

What it is: 5/12/08

What I’m reading: Lush Life, by Richard Price.

What I’m listening to: Rain, by Joe Jackson. I’m 37, and I’ve been listening to Joe Jackson for 26 years, when Steppin’ Out was a single. That’s a long time. Anyway, this new record is eschews the big production of his previous album, Volume 4. It’s just a trio: Joe on piano and vocals, bassist Graham Maby and drummer David Houghton. It sounds a lot like his Summer in the City live record, which featured a similar trio. His lyrics are still alternately witty and a little awkward, but he’s still got some delightful melodies in him. This record’s enough to make me forgive him for Night & Day II.

What I’m watching: More NBA playoffs and the third season of The Wire

What I’m drinking: Brooklyn Brewery Summer Ale.

Where I’m going: Nowhere!

What I’m happy about: That lunch on Friday still seems pretty awesome to me.

What I’m sad about: That I had to mute the broadcast of the Lakers-Jazz game on Sunday after Mike Tirico had to deliver an extended shill for the new installment of High School Musical . . . and two of its stars happen to be sitting right next to us at courtside! Great corporate synergy, DisneyABCESPN. You probably managed to ensnare a whole new audience for High School Musical: you know, hardcore hoops fans who blew off Mothers Day to watch an NBA playoff game.

What I’m pondering: A whole ton of gardening/landscaping issues, now that the tree removal guys have done their business.

Ya got MY vote!

The government of France and Italy are clearly waging a massive buildup . . . of hot chicks!

In response to Nicholas Sarkozy’s romance and wedding with hottie Carla Bruni, recently-restored-to-power Silvio Berlusconi appointed Mara Cafagna to the obviously BS cabinet post of equal opportunities minister!

I have an equal opportunity for you...

How do you say, “She has a position on my staff,” in Italian?