What a field day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly saying, "hooray for our side"

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Linkee-poo wishes you a fantastic Lupercalia

Nursing what I think is the start of a head cold and just general, "Oh crap, I gotta do work now" emotions (it happens). So while I could have been funnier on most of these, I don't have the brain space to complete the jokes. And a joke not finished is like a Klingon, a Romulan and a Ferengi walk into a bar.

Sherwood Smith on what writers are like. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

Kay Kenyon and surviving in publication. The industry, that is. "But there’s a reason your fellow writers call this 'the trenches.' … Discovering that the life you wanted as an author actually vanished in about 1923." (Grokked from Cat Rambo)

Some of you know that I love old cemeteries. You can learn a lot about a town's past by strolling through its cemetery. There are stories laid bear in the words of heartache and loss. And there's a whole visual language of the mortuary, broken columns, drapes, urns, hands, animals, just a wide range of graphical adornment that tells stories of their own. Random Michelle shares one of her walks through a cemetery. Some very nice pictures, all of which could be a story bone of their own.

Cardinal Edward Egan outs himself as a huge ass. Yep, take back that apology, Cardinal. The apology that activists felt was a good first step in the Church finally acknowledging their complicity in the child abuse scandal. I name thee, Toad. Okay, well, as the article points out the Church was required to report the abuse. It might cause an actual brouhaha (unlike the fake one ginned up over requiring insurance to cover contraception), but time to put some people in jail. Get ready for a diplomatic rift with the Vatican. (Pointed to by John)

On the sexual revolution, of 1700s. Just in case someone tries to buffalo you with the "traditional marriage" and "sexual mores of our forefathers" crap. Of course, back then, it was okay for the 1%ers and frown upon if done by the hoi polo I wonder what the porn jazz would sound like if written by Mozart? Boom-chica-wow-wow. (Grokked from Chia Lynn)

Engaged workaholics? Okay, as a recovering workaholic myself (who often falls off the wagon), I call BS. I think it has to do with the last three paragraphs of the first page. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

Oh noes our paper based voter registration is in shambles and leads to inefficiencies and errors. Knock me over with a feather. First of all, let me point to the middle of the article "(the) director of Pew’s Election Initiatives… said that the center’s findings did not suggest any kind of voter fraud or voter suppression from these problems…". Now they do suggest one way to help is to switch to online voter registration, and I'm okay with that… to a certain point. There is still a digital divide and provisions need to be made to have people without access to computers or the internet to be registered to vote. They're also talking about cross checking with drivers license databases, which, again, not everybody has one. And while the article talks about the 1.8 million dead people on the rolls, 2.7 million registered in two states, the 24 million no longer valid registrations, and 12 million who have incorrect addresses, what's more troubling is the 51 million eligible voters who aren't registered. But all those numbers sound very large, but compared to the 230 million or so people over 18 in the US, some of those are rounding errors. Now, I agree, we need to modernize that system, but you know what that means, dontcha. While in the long run it will save money, at first it will be a large capital expenditure, and it's for that reason why we still have the inefficient system we have. Your elected officials (typically at the state and county levels) don't want to spend that money. (Grokked from Teresa Nielsen Hayden)

"(T)tinfoil hats have become a common, if not mandatory, G.O.P. fashion accessory." Paul Krugman summing up much of what I've been saying since, well, since 1990. Only now the chickens are coming home to roost. (Grokked from Jay Lake)

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