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On my silence re: the current, possibly, not-so-critical financial sector situation

A little Learning is a dang’rous Thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring:
There shallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again. (Pope, Alexander. An Essay On Criticism)

Hush, I tell myself. I do not know all the intricacies of the economic times. I do know that I still have a job. I work for a medical supply retailer, and sales are actually up. I still get offers from credit card companies even though I’m not interested.

I have my principles. I have my gut feeling about the bailout bill in all its forms, but I don’t think I can give an informed opinion on why it should or shouldn’t pass. Willful ignorance may seem like an answer, because I know, either way, I am a willing participant in this economy. I do know that things might not be as bad as they are. If Congress can afford to take a break, we shouldn’t I?

I like reading about the opinions out there, though. Misinformed, ill-informed, insufficiently-informed, the current situation has brought out such character in so many writers. Jeff Goldstein’s Who’s Right? cites a very Conservative viewpoint and another column from one who seems to have lost his mind. But, what’s a cog to do? Stay happy, spend wisely, and keep soldiering on.

Principle over power: questions on the Libertarian dilemma

My dear Libertarian friends, I have always watched you from where we are on the Right, and I have wondered: what are you really about? I am interested in politics not so much to push a Far-Right agenda unto the rest of the people, but because I believe that, between the Right from where I stand, and the Left against whom I argue, a compromise that serves the constituency best would be nice. It would be nicer were I actually in public service, but that’s another thing all together.

But come to think of it, isn’t public service what politics is supposed to be about? We ridicule the biggest spenders and autocrats in our government today, Republican and Democrat, those selfish power-players for whom public office is an all-they-can-eat buffet of taxpayer money. It bothers us that despite their actions, year after year their constituents vote them back into office. In the end, the voters get what they deserve.

Whenever I hear from you, or read of you, you all seem so… Uncompromising. So adamant are you in holding on to your valuable principles that you can’t get anything accomplished in politics. What is more important to you: that you follow, to the letter, the Holy Writ Of The Fountainhead By Saint Ayn Of Rand, or to get something important to you and the people you choose to serve done? Not necessarily done expeditiously or recklessly, but just done, in order to approach an outcome which, if not fully achieved, comes close?

I will assume that you know that politics, structured the way it is in this country, demands compromise. Getting something done requires building a coalition. The question for you, dear Libertarians from the House Of Paul Or Barr, is whether you accept this reality.

The Libertarian dilemma, as I see it is simple: you see the need for action, you know what you need done, and from what principles you draw your rationale. Your intents are well: this action is in the service of what you believe to be the good. But doing so requires the sacrifice some of your principles, maybe even act against your own world view, to get it done. What do you do? Do you leave those whom you serve in the same state, for fear of losing a piece of your Libertarian Soul? Or do you make that sacrifice of principle in order to seize power and actually achieve something?

Terms of deferment

Being the election season that it is, it’s hard to not turn political at random moments. The co-worker, the family member, or friend whose politics don’t match with my own can become sources of marvelous conversation. All too often, though, I engage in something that I have observed among bloggers on the Right a lot. It would go a little something like this: “Well, McCain was wrong in A, B and C but he was right at X, Y, and Z.” Or, someone might say, “Well, McCain has quality D, E, or F that I don’t quite like BUT he’s still ok because of U, V, and W.”

The other observation that I have is that we have spent a lot of time debunking rumours about BHO that are patently false. I understand why we do this: we would rather lose in honor than win with dishonor; at least for most of us. And before I get slammed by a “McCain is a liar” moonbat, let defer, one last time: yes, motherf*cker, I know. All politicans lie to an extent.

I say “one last time” because I am done deferring to McCain’s faults. In response to last Friday’s debate, BHO was rightfully skewered by the McCain campaign for saying that his opponent is “absolutely right” quite a few times. What he never admitted to was where he was wrong. BHO never admitted to being wrong on the surge, he would only say that it succeeded beyond “anyone’s” wildest dreams. We ridicule him for it because we expect him to act honorably. The McCain campaign tried to make ads out of it because it appeals to people’s sense of justice in that a person who can admit to his mistakes (or that of his side) is more credible than one who does not. And most importanly, and quite naively, we do it because we expect the moonbat Left to operate the same way we do.

Except, anyone on the Right who has tried to speak with someone on the Left knows that these people cling on every word and score points on every deferment. They worship their candidate like some six-sigma compliant saint and would never, not in a million years, defer to the flaws of the person they support. They leave that to us. They leave the “he is wrong on this and that” chatter to us, whom they think are complete chumps anyway.

There’s plenty out there about McCain to read about, good and bad. But I am done, done deferring to his flaws in order to smooth out a conversation with someone about this election. Every second spent on that is time not spent on insisting, quite rightfully so, that BHO is a radical Leftist with a snake-charmer’s ability to mesmerize people into thinking he is a centrist, despite his radical Left connections to one of the most radical Left organizations, his connections to a known domestic terrorist (and God forbid we question Bill Ayers’ patriotism!), and his adherence to the tenets of radical Leftist Saul Alinsky. (There’s a great connection map and primer from The American Thinker, link courtesy of The Anchoress.)

We on the Right are far too self-critical in public. This seriously has to stop.

Presidential debate post-mortem

I watched the first half at the gym through closed captioning, which I found to be quite a blessing considering the profuse stammering from Sen. Obama and the also-but-not-as-profuse stammering from Sen. McCain. I’ve gone through a few of the links on Instapundit’s roundup, and I’ll have to ape the emailed comment by Jeff Garzik on the soundbite-driven nature of everything these days. A comment I left on John Althouse Cohen’s post, I repost here:

Rehashed and watered down?

This is because you and I and just about everyone and their mother-in-law’s hairstylist’s brother who by the way isn’t even in this country is suffering from campaign fatigue.

Fatuous and quote honestly, flatulent, soundbiting from both sides at every possible moment they can take, and we the viewers are none the better for it.

So much TV, so little time

Considering my personal schedule I’m just glad I can record shows and get back to them later on. It’s fall again, and every network and their mother has a must-see show. Here’s my fall viewing list, according to priority.

Watch within the week of showing: House, The Mentalist (review coming up soon), Fringe, Supernatural, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Stargate Atlantis.

Watch whenever there is enough precious free time to waste: The Closer, Saving Grace, Boston Legal, Burn Notice

Wait till summer, or mid-season reruns: Heroes (Yes, Heroes), Prison Break.

There was a time I used to watch way more TV than this, but the times have come a’changin’. Reviews to come soon.

Parse this

A moment of Zen today while going through my reading list while being on hold on the phone while, you know, working: The key to pattern recognition is knowing which apparent patterns to reject because the pattern doesn’t really make sense.

Questions for the Disaffected Republican

Hey there, it’s been a while. I remember you, a long while back. We used to blog and chitchat about things politics all the time. You may even be one of those now-disaffected Republicans whose ideas back then showed me just how strong those ideas are. Before I unleash the torrent of questions both rhetorical and material I would like to thank you for having shown me a better way to see the world around me. I may not be, as some might say, a line-toeing, card-carrying Republican or Conservative for that matter, but my ideals fall in line along with what used to be yours.

Now you don’t like being called a Republican anymore. Was it really that personal? I know, the Republicans under George W. Bush have had their very disappointing moments. For sure, Congress ran wild with spending and they took a beating for it in 2006. Have you reached the point where you can no longer admit to anything good (not right, or correct, but good) that Republicans in office have done? “Yes, but…” doesn’t quite count, sorry. “The surge worked, BUT, no dice.” Maybe you believe that our country has survived the crises of the past, internal and external, but for the grace of God.

You’ve pointed out the errors of the ways of both sides before. You were vocal in your criticism not just of the Democrats but of Republicans, too. People disagreed and I’m sure, in many cases you’ve been shouted down by your own party members. You believe the Republicans have betrayed not just the American people, but also for the Conservatism that Republicans supposedly champion. I’m fine with that. In fact, I feel sorry for dismissing you back then because you were right. Not all the time, but you were.

But seriously, did you have to turn around and be a Democrat now?

You say you stand for Conservatism but now you support a candidate who is completely antithetical for what you say you stand for. Why is that? At least be intellectually honest. At least say, that you believed wrong. At least say, with a straight face, that the Conservatism you stood for for so long is the wrong set of ideals for the country. Arianna Huffington, bless her heart, at least has that intellectual honesty.

You have chosen a party whose candidate supports logistical suppression of free speech by intimidation. Your candidate screams “lies!” at his opponent while gratuitously engaging in his own. The Electorate is more intelligent than you think, and they know that to an extent, all politicians lie. You have chosen a party that claims to support women, as long as it is “the right kind of woman.” You are now a member of a party whose candidate’s supporters engage in such distasteful behaviour that I can not help but imagine just a little buyer’s remorse on your part. Yet you hold a straight face, a stiff upper lip, and shriek, “Avanti!” Now your party does no wrong. Isn’t this what you disliked from Republicans before?

SO WHY SIDE WITH THEM?

I try not to ask the histrionic question of “how could you,” or “how dare you,” because these tack on a judgment that I’d rather not place. But, my dear Disaffected Republican, is becoming, not just a moderate Democrat or an Independent, but an Obamabot Democrat really the solution to your disgruntlement at the Republican Party? To what end have you decided this? Is your aim the total marginalization of the Republican Party to produce the same political monoculture for the Democrats that doomed Republicans between 2004 and 2006? Do you now believe that Conservatism is such a bad body of ideals that you would tear this house down and leave it in ruins?

You might never want to return to us. You might never agree with us again, nor allow us any credit when we do something right. But I want to thank you for allowing us to hone our message, to be our conscience, and to help build coalitions that win elections and get things done as a result of your constant hypercriticism. I know you know that Republicans of late been more gracious in both victory and defeat.

May your new side lose the election, but may you never fall silent, for all our sakes.

Brief footnote

David Foster Wallace is dead.*

* – Whose very existence I first learned of through an Onion spoof. Having done so, I sampled some of his work that I could find online and was astounded by his creative use of verbose footnotes, not so much to elucidate a point, whose very elucidation would have diverted from the narrative, but rather to provide a different perspective on a point that would rather not be made in the narrative. His verbosity was never inartful and as such should never be described as logorrhea. And, like any artist, with any hope immortality is now his.

Seven years ago

How fast time flies. Seven years ago on this day a terrible, terrible terrorist attack—an act of war—was launched upon us. Quite frankly, we the people responded in a way that, while unsurprising and fully expected of us (the acts of nobility before and after, and yes, letting loose the dogs of war) I fully believe that had a similar event occured to a lesser folk (and yes, I said it, a lesser folk) the response may well have been more horrific.

Hurricane Katrina cemented the now-common wisdom that the world stands with us only when we are in the throes of great suffering. Four years earlier the world stood with us when so many of our own died in the 9/11 attacks. If the world stood with us only when Americans were dying I’d rather keep as many Americans alive and say “thanks, but no” to anyone who wants to say “we are all Americans now” at the expense of the lives of so many.

Seven years after the attacks, to some, it has become a source of national shame. In this polarized political environment, one side of the spectrum has used this event to remind us of the dangers of the world outside our borders. The other side would rather bury it, sanitized as a shameful excuse for spreading fear and war, a chill wind and a plague upon the land. Isn’t the truth almost always somewhere in between? “Yes” doesn’t apply in this case. After all the investigations and conclusions into the intelligence failures, after the War In Iraq which is nearly won, and the ongoing War In Afghanistan, which while challenged remains winnable, after the gross, oversimplified parody of the fearmongering use of 9/11 in Family Guy, after all that and more the truth is still that there remains a contingent of folk bent on marginalizing, not just our power or exceptionalism, but our country and the ideals it stands for. Vladimir Putin, Hugo Chavez, and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad beat their drums about our decline. They are rabble-rousers, and their offensive nature lies not just in the real danger they present but in their complete lack of understanding of who we are.

Doctrinaire Libertarians, and I love you all in a way that some siblings would love bastards in their families (more on that later), have crowed about the already doomed state of our civil liberties. They ask: “what more is there to save about us if we’ve already lost it for everyone?” All it takes is look to the East, and look to the West, and see, that while the world may not turn around us, we are, for all our moral failures, still an example worth following.

I was less than three months an immigrant on that day. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with myself (even now I still don’t quite know) but when I saw that, when it happened, when I couldn’t help but stare and not react, when the fear and the dread and the anger and the doubt permeated me, I knew that one way or another I would like to make a mark and set a course, no matter how long the journey would take, to serve this country. Since that day, many more have heeded the call. We are not beaten into destitution, and we have not lost our identity as a people. It is far too easy to not want to think about today the way it was. But for this day, if but for a few minutes, remembering is important.

Before we fall into the comfort and the doldrum, this day is worth a moment of remembering. Never forget.

Bloody Harry: My date with a V8 and a Bud Light

When I call myself a beer drinker, I mean to say that I drink beer if I want to get some drink in me. I will not claim to be a connoisseur of anything alcohol, as my taste buds are quite desensitized. That said, I still can not drink a stout in order to get drunk. That shit is like coffee. If I want coffee to get drunk, I’d have an Irish, thanks much.

So I stick to American lagers. Beer snobs all over don’t have much to say about this variant. Too light, too watered down, tasteless, whatever. I like it. I like it better when I mix it with something. I’ve written before of an apple shandy (Although I don’t think any self-respecting human being would be caught dead mumbling that word. Like “mauve” or “ecru” or “taupe” or “panache” or “violet.”) that I would have now and again. Venomous Kate responded to that post with a suggestion for tomatoe juice and beer.

So tonight I finally tried it out. Now take note that I’ve always held tomatoe juice with some kind of suspicion, particularly with regards to its very nature. Neither sauce nor the water from canned tomatoes, not is it merely a puree or syrup of tomatoe. I just don’t know what it is. To be honest this is my first date not just with a V8 mix of beer, but with V8 itself. I mixed equal parts and took a swig.

The taste was not bad. I like my beers tart, which explains the apple juice or the squeeze of lime. The texture was, to use the most double-edged adjective in the English language, interesting. It was like a stout: thick but not sticky, robust but not excessively so. It felt a lot like drinking a Naked fruit smoothie. All together, it felt like one of those things worth doing once, with the calculated risk that it might turn into something more.

Like any polite date, I drank all eight ounces of this foreign concoction. Then, I quietly led it to its front door, gave it a kiss on its cheek, and walked away. I did not give my number.

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