Where they say they can’t look at my broken tooth because I’m scheduled for a cleaning. Really? What the $@:(@ is wrong with this damned country?
Year: 2011
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Tim Tebow: Higgs Boson’s Quarterback
News Flash: Scientists at the Large Hadron Collider in Geneva have discovered a data "spike" at the mass of 125 Gigaelectronvolts, a phenomenon which profoundly resembles the bone density of NFL player Tim Tebow. “It’s too early to say we’ve found the Tebow particle,” said team leader Magnus Kraper, who added: “we think we will find it late in the fourth quarter.”
Newt Nixon
Poor Michelle Bachman, who doesn’t understand what she’s up against.
Quotes from Newt Nixon:
If an individual wants to be a leader and isn't controversial, that means he never stood for anything.
I want to say this to the television audience. I made my mistakes, but in all of my years of public life, I have never profited, never profited from public service. I have earned every cent. And in all of my years of public life, I have never obstructed justice. And I think, too, that I can say that in my years of public life, that I welcome this kind of examination because people have got to know whether or not their President is a crook. Well, I'm not a crook. I've earned everything I've got.
I think one of the great problems we have in the Republican Party is that we don't encourage you to be nasty. We encourage you to be neat, obedient, loyal and faithful and all those Boy Scout words, which would be great around a campfire but are lousy in politics.
Politics and war are remarkably similar situations.
Amen, Brianne Murphy, Amen
Brianne Murphy, a lawyer in Syracuse, is a Democratic candidate for the 25th Congressional District seat. She writes about how Newt Gingrich's recent comments about poor children are inaccurate and offensive in the Readers' Page of today's Syracuse Post-Standard.
Education, not manual labor, is the only way to break the cycle of poverty. Investing in education, offering students assistance and supporting programs like Say Yes to Education will create a more educated work force and level the playing field, just a little bit, for poor kids like me that want to do better than their parents. As a child of limited means, I was able to work my way through George Washington University and Brooklyn Law School, with the help of federal programs and hard work. As a server at Morton’s Steakhouse in Georgetown, every day was a choice between working and studying, and my need to pay rent often outweighed the importance of grades. Many nights I waited on my more affluent classmates. During college, I spent a year living on a friend’s couch and I graduated in three and a half years to save money. It was not easy, but it was worth it.
So to Gingrich, I would say: Poor kids work harder; their very survival often depends on it. Our children are not simply a source of cheap labor and method of cost-cutting for corporations; they are the future of this country. Instead of a broom, give them a book.
You can read her full comments here:
http://www.syracuse.com/news/index.ssf/2011/12/opinion_today_give_poor_studen.html
Number of Jailed Journalists Escalates Worldwide
Essay: Strindberg's Front Door
No two things look alike. Memories of childhood are pure melancholy. Analogy is all we know for sure. That man's crutches are my grandparents. Shadows sway on the bookshelf. The third book on the left is like a house where Strindberg once lived and where he believed in ghosts. I once met a very old man in a working class bar in Helsinki who told me how he and his cousin used to knock on Strindberg's door and run away.
Essay: Silence
This morning I am thinking of the Estonian poet Jan Kaplinski, Zen Buddhist and linguist. Now winter frost comes to the trees and early, too dark for neighbors, I bent to the frozen grass and found a maple leaf in ice–so perfect it was a child’s wish. And the moon, just past full, was imperial above black windows. My heart was loud under my shirt as I stood on the lawn. Soon the essence of things will be more visible. The leaves are gone now.
Disabled Veterans, Wounded Warriors, Call Them What You Will, Their Numbers are on the Rise
The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan may be winding down, but the long-term costs of caring for those wounded in battle is on path to rival the costs of the Vietnam War.
While Vietnam extracted a far higher death toll — 58,000 compared with 6,300 so far in the war on terror — the number of documented disabilities from recent veterans is approaching the size of that earlier conflict, according to a McClatchy Newspapers analysis of Department of Veterans Affairs data.
Read more: http://www.fresnobee.com/2011/12/11/2646193/the-cost-of-wars-a-pricey-legacy.html#ixzz1gJoNyIsW
Pulling Out My Hair

A friend visited me this past week. He does not have much hair. Inasmuch as I am over fifty I have many male friends who no longer have much hair. Let me clear that I see nothing wrong with being bald. I am not a tonsulary essentialist. One of my pals shaves his fuzzy noggin with a Bic. Let’s be clear: a good life is about obsession. And the best lives are about obsessions that do no harm. I’ll leave the rest to you. I think I envy my bald friends. I think I have baldy bean “the grass is greener” fantasies –not because I don’t like my hair, far from it, but because I have one of those complicated and compulsive hair pulling disorders. I’ve had it since I was around ten years old.
I know this shouldn’t interest you. I can scarcely admit sufficient interest myself. But I pull hair off my body and let me tell you, it doesn’t matter “where” the hair grows–and let me tell you it’s not fun. I want a fun compulsion. And though I’ve read enough psychoanalysis and cultural theory to build a tower, I still fantasize about a non-contiguous, un-heralded, quasi-healthy fixation. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is because the gods had other ideas for me. They made me blind, anxious, hard working, and fixated on helping others, even to my own detriment. Does this sound at all like you? I bet it does. But I bet you don’t pull out your hair.
I went to a behavioral therapist, who was and is a very fine fellow. We decided that I might just forgive myself about this minor problem and move on. So I’ve forgiven myself. But I still have trillotrichomania
Does it matter? I think on the whole I’d rather shave my head. I think on the whole I’d rather graze on my hands and knees like a horse who searches out the last dandelions.


