Romance, romance, why aren’t we thinking up romance?

One of my favorite songs is Slit Skirts, by Pete Townshend. It begins with

I was just 34 years old and I was still wandering in a haze
I was wondering why everyone I met seemed like they were lost in a maze

I don’t know why I thought I should have some kind of divine right to the blues
It’s sympathy not tears people need when they’re the front page sad news.

I turned 35 today, so I can now look back on that song fondly, in my decrepitude.

Cartoonist and painter William Stout offers some advice for living well. (Thanks, Tom!)

Also, here’s a passage from the book I’m reading, Jane Jacobs’ The Death and Life of Great American Cities:

[I]t is understandable that men who were young in the 1920’s were captivated by the vision of the freeway Radiant City, with the specious promise that it would be appropriate to an automobile age. At least it was then a new idea; to men of the generation of New York’s Robert Moses, for example, it was radical and exciting in the days when their minds were growing and their ideas forming. Some men tend to cling to old intellectual excitements, just as some belles, when they are old ladies, still cling to the fashions and coiffures of their exciting youth. But it is harder to understand why this form of arrested mental development should be passed on intact to succeeding generations of planners and designers. It is disturbing to think that men who are young today, men who are being trained now for their careers, should accept on the grounds that they must be “modern” in their thinking, conceptions about cities and traffic which are not only unworkable, but also to which nothing new of any significance has been added since their fathers were children.

At which point Springsteen’s New York City Serenade starts playing, and I feel like I’m going to have a wonderful birthday.

Talk about a Nanny State. . .

Tony Blair cops to smacking his kids around. According to the article, new proposals by his party intended to restore respect “include a National Parenting Academy where frustrated parents would be given help in dealing with out-of-control offspring.”

If the Brits really have this much trouble with their kids, does it mean that Mary Poppins, Nanny 911 and Supernanny aren’t as valuable as we think?

Holy Crap, Part 8 million

Remember the case of Cory Maye that I linked to a few weeks ago? That dude in Mississippi who’s sitting on death row in a particularly murky case (as in, cops broke down his door possibly without announcing themselves and possibly without a legit warrant, and the first cop to barge into Maye’s place got shot)?

The Agitator’s done a great job of pursuing the case, and informing readers about the ever-stranger circumstances of the case. Now the strangeness has gone overboard.

Evidently, the public defender who was representing Maye on his appeal has been fired from his position as town public defender, almost certainly in reponse to his pursuit of Maye’s appeal. Read Balko’s latest on the case, just to get one more take on how messed up the justice system can get.

The lawyer, Bob Evans, is still representing Maye. If you want to contribute (not tax free) to a legal fund to try to get Maye off death row, this is the place to go.

George Will is peeved

A few days ago, Radley Balko (aka The Agitator) quoted a recent George Will column excoriating the attempt at moralizing via tax breaks in the post-Katrina recovery package (I goofed on that subject in December.

With today’s column, it looks like Balko underestimated how pissed off Will is at the GOP.

Here’s a snippet:

Until the Bush administration, with its incontinent spending, unleashed an especially conscienceless Republican control of both political branches, conservatives pretended to believe in limited government. The past five years, during which the number of registered lobbyists more than doubled, have proved that, for some Republicans, conservative virtue was merely the absence of opportunity for vice.

I’m sure Will would characterize himself more as a “true conservative” than as a libertarian, but politics makes strange bedfellows.

Read more.

More presents!

Yay! Early birthday presents for me! My buddy Mark decided to help me continue my self-taught crash course in urban issues with City Life, by Witold Rybczynski! And he helped me get in touch with my psychotic banjo-playing alter ego by getting me White African, by Otis Taylor!

Ah, generosity! Not like I expect you to get me anything. . .

(You’ve only got till Wednesday)

Woe is You

I’ve only taken a swing at one woman in my life (I was asleep, and she woke me up at 4am by sneaking into my dorm room), but I’d probably drop the smackdown on Anya Kamenetz. Fortunately, Daniel Gross at Slate does a much better job, with less bloodshed.

(You think I’m overreacting, but stick through to the end of the article.)

(Update: I had no idea there were so many people who read the comments on Daniel Drezner’s blog. I’m glad that you all followed the link over here, and sorry if the brevity of my take disappointed you. I try not to make too many jokes about beating up women, because most people on the internet don’t know when you’re joking.

(So, while I’m not really ready to throw a stapler at Anya K.’s head, I have to admit that it was pretty funny that she technorati’d her way to this page, then offered “her side of the story” through her site.

(Now, despite the fact that Daniel Gross, in his e-mail response to AK’s complaints, goes on to denigrate my career choice (the “crappy trade publication” venue), I still think he’s coming out on top in this argument. Maybe this is due in part to the fact that, in my mid-30s, I’ve worked my way up within this crappy field to a nicely-paying job (one that occasionally leads to calls from Slate writers looking for industry trend information). I’ve had lucky breaks with my finances, but I also never lived outside my means and have yet to carry a balance on a credit card.

(Since my parents are immigrants and didn’t go to college, I don’t have a direct basis of comparison to decide if I had it tougher than they did. I do know that some of the kids who’ve worked in our company (graduating college after 1998) appear to be far more clueless and ‘entitled’ than my college and grad school buddies were.

(Anyway, what I’m saying is that Mr. Gross has a point about the need for patience.)

The Redline Shoes

VM reader and former official VM bartenderess Bonnie Erickson purports to be close to launching her own blog. I’ll definitely link to that when it’s up.

Meanwhile, as a PSA, here’s a piece she recently wrote about the importance of the Broadway Dance Center, which is threatened by its new owner’s redevelopment plans.

The more I read of Jane Jacobs, et al., the more worried I get about the mall-ification of NYC.

We Like Jewish People! (or, Psychosemitic)

In today’s Washington Post, there’s an article about evangelical Christians who are becoming “philo-semitic”. While some of the people demonstrate a straight-up belief that Jews are the chosen people, I’ve been a little nervous about this trend for years now.

I guess it derives from my feeling uncomfortable with any religious group that links paradise with apocalypse. There’s a manic evangelical woman in my office who used to put all sorts of “literature” in my mail slot. Since it was a pretty clean ergonomic movement from the mail slot to the trash can, it was never a huge problem.

Then she e-mailed me an excerpt from The Omega Letter, explaining how the devastation wrought by Hurricane Katrina was God’s revenge for the U.S. support for Israel’s withdrawal from the Gaza Strip. I flipped out on her, as I predicted would happen last August. All this apocalypso gives me the Heebie-Jewbies:

Julie Galambush, a former American Baptist minister who converted to Judaism 11 years ago, has seen both sides of the divide. She said many Jews suspect that evangelicals’ support for Israel is rooted in a belief that the return of Jews to the promised land will trigger the Second Coming of Jesus, the battle of Armageddon and mass conversion.

“That hope is felt and expressed by Christians as a kind, benevolent hope,” said Galambush, author of “The Reluctant Parting,” a new book on the Jewish roots of Christianity. “But believing that someday Jews will stop being Jews and become Christians is still a form of hoping that someday there will be no more Jews.”

Anyway, what I’m saying is, some evangelicals consider support of Jews just a necessary step in the Second Coming. I’m not saying they all feel this way, because it’d be unfair to characterize everydarnbody based solely on religion. But I’m glad that some — like the profiled Rev. Mooneyham — appear to have different motives for their “charity” for the Jews.

Still, the idea of bringing Russian Jews “home” ties into this idea of prophecy and Armageddon (for me), and this centering of the Jews with history and its end:

Jacques Berlinerblau, a visiting professor of Jewish civilization at Georgetown University, said the rise of philo-Semitism in the United States has led Jewish scholars to look back at previous periods of philo-Semitism, such as in Amsterdam in the mid-17th century. He said revisionists are increasingly challenging the standard “lachrymose version” of Jewish history, questioning whether persecution has been the norm and tolerance the exception, or vice versa.

Still, some Jews think that philo-Semitism is just the flip side of anti-Semitism.

“Both are Semitisms: That is, both install the Jews at the center of history. One regards this centrality positively, the other regards it negatively. But both are forms of obsession about the Jews,” said Leon Wieseltier, a Jewish scholar and literary editor of the New Republic.

Which, of course, brings me back to basketball. Last century, people joked about the eschatological evangelical beliefs of Sacramento’s power forward, Lawrence Funderburke. See, Lawrence had been making comments about how the world was going to end after 1999, but he’d also been holding out for a long-term contract, so the sportswriters had a pretty easy time goofing on him.

So ESPN writer Frank Hughes decided to interview Funderburke about it two days before this projected apocalypse:

Why not sign a one-year deal, or a half-year deal, get everything up front, live it up like a drunken banshee for the remainder of his days and just go nuts in that final game of games, the Kings-Seattle SuperSonics tilt on Dec. 29?

Hey, I realize the globe is about to blow a gasket, and in the larger scheme basketball does not really mean a whole lot since all life on this planet is about to end, but regardless, we’ve still got a job to do. Tip-off at 7:30.

So I go in to talk with Larry after a game the other day, completely prepared to listen to his prediction of Almighty destruction with a smirk on my face.

And guess what? The guy is very well spoken, very intelligent and makes some solid arguments. And after writing the column last week about what a farce some of the aspects of religion are in this league, it was actually refreshing to listen to a man who is so devoted to his beliefs and so willing to shamelessly stand up for them in the face of ridicule and adversity.

Most of Funderburke’s comments were prophecies about Israel weakening, imminent mega-destruction, and the Jews coming to accept that Jesus is the messiah, but he also said something that I found pretty touching:

“I don’t get caught up in the millennium, and I know that it is not going to happen around then. And I think a lot of people will point at Christians and say, ‘If it doesn’t happen, then they are all false prophecies and they are predicting all these things.’ [. . .]

“I live day to day, my life. If you look at Payne Stewart, if you look at John Kennedy, no one knows when The Lord is going to come for your individual life. The main thing is to be ready, make sure you have a personal relationship with Him. I don’t worry about that. I’ve always lived my life day by day. I can’t control the future. No man can. What I try to do is give to the Church, help people out, do all I can to follow Christ’s example. A lot of people kid me, a lot of people ask me questions about Y2K . . . but I tell them I don’t know.”

Apart from the passages about impending nuclear war, his sentiments were pretty close to the those of the Dalai Lama, who contended that the true cataclysm is within the human heart, and that every day can be the millennium for someone.

Have a happy agnostic valentine.

The Mean Streets?

Here’s a lengthy article about the “Red Light District” of northern NJ, South Hackensack. It’s about 25 miles from where I live, and one of our close family friends used to be a night-manager at the main motel that’s profiled.

The writer seems a little conflicted about what to make of the area. Sure, it’s a haven for sex and drug use, but it’s not like there’s any actual drug dealing going on there (that goes on in Paterson and Newark), just consumption. In fact, the more blatant aspects have been cleaned up, and crime rates are dropping each year:

The hookers who once trolled the highway were cleared out some years ago, but dozens of prostitution arrests in the past two years show the world’s oldest profession continues to be a moneymaker – behind closed doors.

Still, that hasn’t stopped officials from talking about redevelopment. The idea is, because the town is connected to Teterboro, a small airport used by Big Money, there should be high-end facilities to get a piece of the money. The problem with that is that Big Money doesn’t care about Teterboro’s amenities (the Plaza 46 Diner notwithstanding). The airport brings in traffic because it’s hassle-free and close to NYC. I can guarantee that P. Diddy doesn’t look at South Hackensack as a place to open a new club; he just likes being able to get his jet off the ground without the delays of Newark, Laguardia or JFK.

It all seems to come off as a non-story: some go-go waitresses are turning tricks; some people are cheating on their spouses; there’s a porno store; one of the 9/11 hijackers stayed at one of the motels the week before the attack (but there was no warrant for the guy, so the FBI & CIA remained uninformed). Probably the most objectionable part of the story for me is this:

Although the strip has been trouble for the town, in some ways it’s also been a blessing. Seizures have brought needed money to the Police Department, which has used the money to purchase four patrol cars, a communications system, new handguns and rifles, and new bicycles the past few years.

Because it implies that the police department busts some “behind closed doors” small-scale crimes to keep funding itself.

Ah, well. As the owner of the local car dealership put it:

“It’s a vibrant area that employs many, many people,” said [Eddie] Goldberg, the former head of the Business Alliance of South Hackensack. “There are no vacancies in any of the stores and there is no blight.”

Read the whole shebang.