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Entries from December 2007

At It Again

December 31, 2007 · 5 Comments

Ah, New Year’s Eve day.  Which means I have absolutely nothing to do in the office, which means only good things for you, my readers reader.  Because let’s face it, this is not a highly trafficked site.  But maybe one day.

Anyway, I’ve been out there dredging up the bushes for you.  It’s not rocket science, by the way.  I read a blog and if I like it, I read some comments.  I find someone who comments often, and if the comments are witty, I open the page of the commenter.  And I keep open those chains.  Then I read a post or two (everyone has their off days) and see if I like it.

If someone can hook me in a post or two, I’ll refer them to you.

So here’s Hotfessional.  Funny.  And I got to her through Kristabella.  K posted that she got to meet some other Chicago bloggers, of which Hotfessional is one.  I appreciate how fun that it, having had the honor and pleasure of meeting some bloggers of my own.  Which really pissed off Mrs. LNU, but that’s another story.

And you have to admire a blogger with her own hosting.  No wordpress or blogger for her.

Categories: New Blogs

Oh, Yeah, I Find Good Blogs

December 31, 2007 · 2 Comments

They’re out there.  Everywhere.  Good blogs.  Really, really good blogs.

Some of you already know these, but some might not.

So just in case, here’s Kristabella, she of the wonderful tag line: “Tales of a Chicago Singleton Who Keeps the Wineries in Business.”  She is one of the few people I’ve encountered who have been well and truly dooced.  She has some great stories to tell.

Go read them.

Categories: New Blogs

Six Word Stories

December 31, 2007 · 4 Comments

I just finished reading a great post over at Nothing But Bonfires.

But what I loved about the post the most wasn’t the subject area (although it was a truly great post).  It was her quotation of a six-word story.  Allegedly some invention of Ernest Hemingway, or something.

Anyway, you have to write a story in six words.

I immediately thought of two excellent things to do with this.  First, write six-word stories for celebrities and make you guess who’s who.  The other was to stage one of those old-fashioned writing contests like I used to.  Way back when.

But first, my own six words: Happy family life.  Still, he blogs.

And a celebrity:

Marries younger woman.  Rumor: a beard.

A Toblerone for the first one to get it right.

Categories: My Life

Being a Geek

December 28, 2007 · 2 Comments

Yes, I was am a geek.  I used to get to high school early every morning, to play chess.   I was the photo editor (read photographer) for the school newspaper and the yearbook.  One of my best friends was the A/V guy.  I think I’ve got serious geek cred.

So Melina having a Wii doesn’t even rate, does it?

I was in a youth group, where I was a “cool guy.”  So I had two lives: my school persona (geek, shy, liked being behind a camera rather than in front of one, no girlfriend ['til senior year], no social skills) and my youth group persona (cool kid, knew everyone, outgoing, etc).

When I went off to college, I made a conscious decision that I was going to be the youth group person and not the high school person.  It helped that absolutely no one from my high school went with me to college.  I would say that I remade myself in Boston, but truth be told, I was already that person.  I just chose to not be that other person.  I still liked chess, I still took pictures, it was just a willingness to speak to people, strangers.  To start conversations.  To put myself out there.

I remember one summer at my youth group convention I made a decision that by the end of the week, I was going to meet everyone there.  And I did.  I introduced myself to about 100 people over the course of the week, in addition to talking to the people I already knew.  I didn’t tell anyone I was doing it.  I just decided that I was going to be friendly.  To everyone.

And I had a great group of friends in college.  A diverse group.  Same with law school.  I was friends with the conservative group, the earthy-crunchy types.  Everyone.

I like being that person.

Categories: Uncategorized

Hat Trick

December 28, 2007 · 2 Comments

I’ve got a hat trick of new blogs for you.  All pretty cool in their own special way.  I got from one to the other, to the third.  I love blog-finding strings.

First up is SuperBlondGirl.   She’s having a bit of a hard time right now, so go wish her well.  And she’s a friend of a friend.  Melina (she of the amazing site name) likes her, so who am I to argue?  One day, when she’s in a better place, I’m going to introduce her to the grammatical tool called a paragraph.  Her post from the 20th (the top one when I got to her page) makes me think she’s forgotten about it.  Of course, given the subject matter, you and I should probably forgive her lack of return button.

Next up is Georgia at The State That I Am In.  An LA girl who is secure enough to actually post pictures of her parents on her site.  And she’s a fun writer, besides.  Who knows, maybe she’ll be your friend (look at the URL).  Ah, if only she’d increase her font size (and a Toblerone for anyone who’s been reading me—in any of my various incarnations—long enough to remember my rant on blog font sizes…it goes back to my first blog on blogger).

And remember my worry about introducing you to blogs that you already read because they’re more famous than I’ll ever be?  Well, here I go back into that particular lion’s den: go read Nothing But Bonfires.  You have to admire a woman who picks her blog name from Shakespeare.  I got mine from a police report.  She wins.  Of course, she’s a professional writer in her real life, so you’d really have to expect quality writing, you know?  Almost the blog equivalent of a wringer, wouldn’t you say?

Categories: New Blogs

Emoticons

December 27, 2007 · 2 Comments

Know thy enemy.

Common Emoticons

:-) or =] or :) or =) or :^) or :D Smile or happy
:-L or =L Drool or Zombie. Being tired.
,’:Y An inquisitive duck
:( or =( or D: or D= Frown or Sad
xP or XP Straining, disgust, bad joke, dead, dead from laughing, silliness
xD or XD Laughing hard (often taken as Cartman from the television show South Park)
X8 laughing hard while covering mouth with hands
:S or :s or =S or =s confused
or :þ or =b or =Þ happy, dropped jaw, raspberry
:/ or :\ or =/ or =\ Skepticism, annoyance, uneasiness, or a slight frown; dissatisfaction, lack of favourable opinion on the subject, undecided
:T or :| or =| Indecision, deadpan, a solemn look, a lack of response, or indifference; shock – also often used with a contrasting statement to convey biting sarcasm (e.g. “That was hilarious. :-| “)
;) or ;] Wink
BD or 8D Laughing while wearing cool glasses, comedian
8:)] Crazy Frog
:D or =D Wide grin, happy smile
(: <message here> :) grinning from ear to ear; speaking a message to someone else.
:P or :p or =P or =p or :-|tongue tongue sticking out, or a Blowing a raspberry; used to convey a joke, light-hearted sarcasm, inappropriateness, relief, mild resignation, humorous resignation
S-) or s-) or [22] rolling eyes
(:3= I Am the Walrus
B) Wearing cool glasses (often sunglasses). Indicates pride in something
8| Wearing nerdy glasses. Indicates dislike/”uncoolness” in something
:O or =O Surprise, shock
:$ or =$ Put your money where your mouth is
=X or :X sealed lips; used to convey “I shouldn’t have said that” or sometimes shocked silence; can be taken to mean “no comment”
:* or ;* kissing
:** or ;** Returning a kiss
:’( or :_( or :*( or :…( or ;_; or ;O; or =,[ or :,[ Shedding a tear
>:O Angry/Yelling
>:( or >:[ Angry/Grumpy
>:E Anger or hatred, baring teeth
>:) or >:] Evil smile
0:) or O:] Halo over the head, an angel, innocence
D: Dismay or distressed (read right to left) (Sometimes referred to as “oh no”)
:3 A kitten face – being cute.
83 a kitten face with large eyes for extra cuteness
x3 Combination of xD and :3, sometimes used with “Yay!” when intending to be cute
=3 A variation of :3, with long, vertical eyes instead
>:3 A mischief look. Really up to no good. See also, lions.
<3 A “heart” as in “I <3 U”; sometimes parodically extended to “<33333″ or replaced with 4 “<4″ for humorous results, (the newer model of <3 with video capability, for example). Sometimes misinterpreted as other things, such as an ice cream cone, a scrotum or a nose).
</3 A broken heart, often used alone
:9 Licking lips
[8^0) Masked, Shocked
:] I am kidding
:[ I am serious / And sad
:*) or -^o^- I am blushing
d=D or q=D Smiley with a cap/hat being either reversed or backwards. Often used as being happy for no reason at all.
----<--{@ or --{---@ or --<--<-@ or @-,-'-,-- A rose
o<:0) or *<:o) Clown
8-B Nerd
:K A mammoth baring its tusks
:U A massively multi-purpose smiley, commonly being used to express anything from shock to a silly or jovial nature. Woe and displeasure are among the only emotions excluded without modification to the smiley.
8U IMMA CHARGIN MAH LAZER
:V I am a duck. Quack quack.
:') Often used to show sarcastic amusement, or laughing at something so hard as to cry (hence the apostrophe tear drop).
:{] , :{[ , ;{] , etc. Moustache
\o/ or /o\ A person with raised hands, first one is representing cheer, happyness or shout; the second emoticon is covering its head, as in fear, lostness or depression
3 ~& Poomoticon
QQ Two eyes crying.
<[+]=^( The Sad Pope.
\m/ The Corna, metal horns.
?-) A pirate.
:,-( or :’-( Crying face.
|*-*| video cassette
{:-€ or (;,;) Ctulhu from Howard Lovecraft
The single toothed man or redneck laughing out loud
*<[]:{> Merry Christmas (it’s Santa Claus)
( . Y . ) Breasts
D:======== Pancho, the Eel.
o_O O.o o_O; O_O; (or many variations) kind of a “what the heck?!” look, used when one is confused or weirded out.
}((((*> fish

Complex examples

\m/[(>.<)]\m/ rocking out to headphones
..V,(^_^) Peace!
(ô ô) boy (sometimes also used to indicate surprise)
f(O_o)f zombie attack!
(ó.ò) surprised, scared
(ò.ó) angry
(ó.ô) quizzical or “Indeed” (designed to mimic Star Trek’s Mr. Spock)
(╥_─) -_-; -_-’ ¬_¬ annoyed, hiding frustration, dread
=^_^= blushing, or a cat face (mischievous)
=’ т ‘= Lion/Cat
*^_^* or ^///^ blushing
fO_o scratching head
?_? confused/curious/not comprehending
^n_n^ catgirl or boy
d-_-b listening to music
~~~~>_<~~~~ weeping horribly
(9ò_ó)=@ fighting, throwing a punch
Q(^.^Q) winner
w-(‘u’)-w Kilroy was here (extensible)
b(~_^)d, d-(^_^)-b, (b^_^)b, etc. thumbs-up
q(-_-)p thumbs-down
\,,/(^_^)\,,/ happy rockin’
(¬_¬)/¯ “It’s good… to go!”
-0/ wearing glasses (nerd)
!_! or T_T 2 eyes crying.
(ρ_-)o sleepy / rubbing eyes
(>._.)ø or ø(._.<) writing
(>”)> dancing
><((((º> Something fishy.
(>^_(>O_O)> Sex
t(-_-t) or -_-*,,|, Giving the middle finger / flipping off.
(/.\) Shouldn’t have said that…
>KO)-> Frontways Cupid, alternately, USB dongle goblin.
\m/ Hand gesture – Rock’n'Roll (corna) or (“Hook ‘em Horns“)
8===D Mr. Longface, more commonly a penis.
\|/ vagina
~.~ anime girl
~(O_O)~ or ~(O_o)~ Flying Spaghetti Monster.
ಠ_ಠ Staring eyes
o==||====> sword
L7++(+-)&(-+)++L7 Ball Joint robot with fists
¯\(°_0)/¯ Shrug

Categories: Uncategorized

Replacing “The” with “Da”

December 27, 2007 · 1 Comment

Normally, I hate shortened words.  I don’t use “wanna” when “want to” is what I’m saying (don’t chastise me for using contractions; they’re a recognized and proper shortening of a word).  I don’t use LOL, or ROFLMAO, or LFIREKKFLDOOEIDKMDKKFI, or any abbreviations.  I’m a bit of a grammar and punctuation geek, and it comes through in my writing.  I wouldn’t be caught dead using an emoticon, or as I say it, “stupid little things used by 12 year olds who have too much time on their hands and are proof that the world is going to hell in a handbasket.”

We won’t talk about the increased text messaging charges, or the repetitive stress injuries to my thumbs from all the extra typing.

So you’d think I’d be virulently against saying “da” instead of “the.”  And normally, you’d be right.

But Lisa B. just does it so well.  Go visit Lisa B in Da City, she’s awesome.

Categories: New Blogs

Indexed

December 26, 2007 · Leave a Comment

OK, another in a series of new blogs, and friends of VJ (and any friend of VJ’s….)

Go visit Indexed.

Jessica is funny, and mathmatical, and graphical. Which is fun. Here’s my homage to her (I tried to draw it and scan it, but the scanner at work is broken, so I created this in Powerpoint):

Homage

Categories: New Blogs

Breakfast with My Son

December 25, 2007 · Leave a Comment




Breakfast with My Son

Originally uploaded by Hank LNU

A little slice of heaven.

Categories: Uncategorized

But the Best Speech Is…

December 21, 2007 · 1 Comment

If you want to hear the best speech given in the modern era, go to YouTube, and search for Martin Luther King.  Then click on any video of his speech at the March on Washington (“I Have a Dream”).  Make sure the video is at least 16 minutes long; that’s how long the whole speech was.  Make sure you get the whole speech.

I’m not going to print the text.  You need to hear great oratory.  Reading it only gives you half the message.

Categories: Uncategorized

Two Speeches

December 21, 2007 · Leave a Comment

Here are two of the best speeches I’ve ever heard. Eloquent, to the point, and simply lovely to read, and hear.

The first is Tony Blair’s speech to a joint session of Congress. The second is Zell Miller’s speech at the 2004 Republican National Convention (Zell is a democrat).

They’re long. So go get a cup of coffee, sit back, and read. If you think I’ve wasted your time, feel free to fry me in the comments section.

Mr. Speaker and Mr. Vice President, honorable members of Congress, I’m deeply touched by that warm and generous welcome. That’s more than I deserve and more than I’m used to, quite frankly.

And let me begin by thanking you most sincerely for voting to award me the Congressional Gold Medal. But you, like me, know who the real heroes are: those brave service men and women, yours and ours, who fought the war and risk their lives still.

And our tribute to them should be measured in this way, by showing them and their families that they did not strive or die in vain, but that through their sacrifice future generations can live in greater peace, prosperity and hope.

Let me also express my gratitude to President Bush. Through the troubled times since September the 11th changed our world, we have been allies and friends. Thank you, Mr. President, for your leadership.

Mr. Speaker, sir, my thrill on receiving this award was only a little diminished on being told that the first Congressional Gold Medal was awarded to George Washington for what Congress called his “wise and spirited conduct” in getting rid of the British out of Boston.

On our way down here, Senator Frist was kind enough to show me the fireplace where, in 1814, the British had burnt the Congress Library. I know this is, kind of, late, but sorry.

Actually, you know, my middle son was studying 18th century history and the American War of Independence, and he said to me the other day, “You know, Lord North, Dad, he was the British prime minister who lost us America. So just think, however many mistakes you’ll make, you’ll never make one that bad.”

Members of Congress, I feel a most urgent sense of mission about today’s world.

September 11 was not an isolated event, but a tragic prologue, Iraq another act, and many further struggles will be set upon this stage before it’s over.

There never has been a time when the power of America was so necessary or so misunderstood, or when, except in the most general sense, a study of history provides so little instruction for our present day.

We were all reared on battles between great warriors, between great nations, between powerful forces and ideologies that dominated entire continents. And these were struggles for conquest, for land, or money, and the wars were fought by massed armies. And the leaders were openly acknowledged, the outcomes decisive.

Today, none of us expect our soldiers to fight a war on our own territory. The immediate threat is not conflict between the world’s most powerful nations.

And why? Because we all have too much to lose. Because technology, communication, trade and travel are bringing us ever closer together. Because in the last 50 years, countries like yours and mine have tripled their growth and standard of living. Because even those powers like Russia or China or India can see the horizon, the future wealth, clearly and know they are on a steady road toward it. And because all nations that are free value that freedom, will defend it absolutely, but have no wish to trample on the freedom of others.

We are bound together as never before. And this coming together provides us with unprecedented opportunity but also makes us uniquely vulnerable.

And the threat comes because in another part of our globe there is shadow and darkness, where not all the world is free, where many millions suffer under brutal dictatorship, where a third of our planet lives in a poverty beyond anything even the poorest in our societies can imagine, and where a fanatical strain of religious extremism has arisen, that is a mutation of the true and peaceful faith of Islam.

And because in the combination of these afflictions a new and deadly virus has emerged. The virus is terrorism whose intent to inflict destruction is unconstrained by human feeling and whose capacity to inflict it is enlarged by technology.

This is a battle that can’t be fought or won only by armies. We are so much more powerful in all conventional ways than the terrorists, yet even in all our might, we are taught humility.

In the end, it is not our power alone that will defeat this evil. Our ultimate weapon is not our guns, but our beliefs.

There is a myth that though we love freedom, others don’t; that our attachment to freedom is a product of our culture; that freedom, democracy, human rights, the rule of law are American values, or Western values; that Afghan women were content under the lash of the Taliban; that Saddam was somehow beloved by his people; that Milosevic was Serbia’s savior.

Members of Congress, ours are not Western values, they are the universal values of the human spirit. And anywhere…

Anywhere, anytime ordinary people are given the chance to choose, the choice is the same: freedom, not tyranny; democracy, not dictatorship; the rule of law, not the rule of the secret police.

The spread of freedom is the best security for the free. It is our last line of defense and our first line of attack. And just as the terrorist seeks to divide humanity in hate, so we have to unify it around an idea. And that idea is liberty.

We must find the strength to fight for this idea and the compassion to make it universal.

Abraham Lincoln said, “Those that deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves.”

And it is this sense of justice that makes moral the love of liberty.

In some cases where our security is under direct threat, we will have recourse to arms. In others, it will be by force of reason. But in all cases, to the same end: that the liberty we seek is not for some but for all, for that is the only true path to victory in this struggle.

But first we must explain the danger.

Our new world rests on order. The danger is disorder. And in today’s world, it can now spread like contagion.

The terrorists and the states that support them don’t have large armies or precision weapons; they don’t need them. Their weapon is chaos.

The purpose of terrorism is not the single act of wanton destruction. It is the reaction it seeks to provoke: economic collapse, the backlash, the hatred, the division, the elimination of tolerance, until societies cease to reconcile their differences and become defined by them. Kashmir, the Middle East, Chechnya, Indonesia, Africa–barely a continent or nation is unscathed.

The risk is that terrorism and states developing weapons of mass destruction come together. And when people say, “That risk is fanciful,” I say we know the Taliban supported Al Qaida. We know Iraq under Saddam gave haven to and supported terrorists. We know there are states in the Middle East now actively funding and helping people, who regard it as God’s will in the act of suicide to take as many innocent lives with them on their way to God’s judgment.

Some of these states are desperately trying to acquire nuclear weapons. We know that companies and individuals with expertise sell it to the highest bidder, and we know that at least one state, North Korea, lets its people starve while spending billions of dollars on developing nuclear weapons and exporting the technology abroad.

This isn’t fantasy, it is 21st-century reality, and it confronts us now.

Can we be sure that terrorism and weapons of mass destruction will join together? Let us say one thing: If we are wrong, we will have destroyed a threat that at its least is responsible for inhuman carnage and suffering. That is something I am confident history will forgive.

But if our critics are wrong, if we are right, as I believe with every fiber of instinct and conviction I have that we are, and we do not act, then we will have hesitated in the face of this menace when we should have given leadership. That is something history will not forgive.

But precisely because the threat is new, it isn’t obvious. It turns upside-down our concepts of how we should act and when, and it crosses the frontiers of many nations. So just as it redefines our notions of security, so it must refine our notions of diplomacy.

There is no more dangerous theory in international politics than that we need to balance the power of America with other competitive powers; different poles around which nations gather.

Such a theory may have made sense in 19th-century Europe. It was perforce the position in the Cold War.

Today, it is an anachronism to be discarded like traditional theories of security. And it is dangerous because it is not rivalry but partnership we need; a common will and a shared purpose in the face of a common threat.

And I believe any alliance must start with America and Europe. If Europe and America are together, the others will work with us. If we split, the rest will play around, play us off and nothing but mischief will be the result of it.

You may think after recent disagreements it can’t be done, but the debate in Europe is open. Iraq showed that when, never forget, many European nations supported our action.

And it shows it still when those that didn’t agreed Resolution 1483 in the United Nations for Iraq’s reconstruction.

Today, German soldiers lead in Afghanistan, French soldiers lead in the Congo where they stand between peace and a return to genocide.

So we should not minimize the differences, but we should not let them confound us either.

You know, people ask me after the past months when, let’s say, things were a trifle strained in Europe, “Why do you persist in wanting Britain at the center of Europe?” And I say, “Well, maybe if the U.K. were a group of islands 20 miles off Manhattan, I might feel differently. But actually, we’re 20 miles off Calais and joined by a tunnel.”

We are part of Europe, and we want to be. But we also want to be part of changing Europe.

Europe has one potential for weakness. For reasons that are obvious, we spent roughly a thousand years killing each other in large numbers.

The political culture of Europe is inevitably rightly based on compromise. Compromise is a fine thing except when based on an illusion. And I don’t believe you can compromise with this new form of terrorism.

But Europe has a strength. It is a formidable political achievement. Think of the past and think of the unity today. Think of it preparing to reach out even to Turkey–a nation of vastly different culture, tradition, religion–and welcome it in.

But my real point is this: Now Europe is at the point of transformation. Next year, 10 new countries will join. Romania and Bulgaria will follow.

Why will these new European members transform Europe? Because their scars are recent, their memories strong, their relationship with freedom still one of passion, not comfortable familiarity.

They believe in the trans-Atlantic alliance. They support economic reform. They want a Europe of nations, not a super state. They are our allies and they are yours. So don’t give up on Europe. Work with it.

To be a serious partner, Europe must take on and defeat the anti-Americanism that sometimes passes for its political discourse. And what America must do is show that this is a partnership built on persuasion, not command.

Then the other great nations of our world and the small will gather around in one place, not many. And our understanding of this threat will become theirs. And the United Nations can then become what it should be: an instrument of action as well as debate.

The Security Council should be reformed. We need a new international regime on the nonproliferation of weapons of mass destruction.

And we need to say clearly to United Nations members: “If you engage in the systematic the mission the coalition. But let us start preferring a coalition and acting alone if we have to, not the other way around.

True, winning wars is not easier that way, but winning the peace is.

And we have to win both. And you have an extraordinary record of doing so.

Who helped Japan renew, or Germany reconstruct, or Europe get back on its feet after World War II? America.

So when we invade Afghanistan or Iraq, our responsibility does not end with military victory.

Finishing the fighting is not finishing the job.

So if Afghanistan needs more troops from the international community to police outside Kabul, our duty is to get them.

Let us help them eradicate their dependency on the poppy, the crop whose wicked residue turns up on the streets of Britain as heroin to destroy young British lives, as much as their harvest warps the lives of Afghans.

We promised Iraq democratic government. We will deliver it.

We promised them the chance to use their oil wealth to build prosperity for all their citizens, not a corrupt elite, and we will do so. We will stay with these people so in need of our help until the job is done.

And then reflect on this: How hollow would the charges of American imperialism be when these failed countries are and are seen to be transformed from states of terror to nations of prosperity, from governments of dictatorship to examples of democracy, from sources of instability to beacons of calm.

And how risible would be the claims that these were wars on Muslims if the world could see these Muslim nations still Muslim, but with some hope for the future, not shackled by brutal regimes whose principal victims were the very Muslims they pretended to protect?

It would be the most richly observed advertisement for the values of freedom we can imagine. When we removed the Taliban and Saddam Hussein, this was not imperialism. For these oppressed people, it was their liberation.

And why can the terrorists even mount an argument in the Muslim world that it isn’t?

Because there is one cause terrorism rides upon, a cause they have no belief in but can manipulate. I want to be very plain: This terrorism will not be defeated without peace in the Middle East between Israel and Palestine.

Here it is that the poison is incubated. Here it is that the extremist is able to confuse in the mind of a frighteningly large number of people the case for a Palestinian state and the destruction of Israel, and to translate this moreover into a battle between East and West, Muslim, Jew and Christian.

May this never compromise the security of the state of Israel.

The state of Israel should be recognized by the entire Arab world, and the vile propaganda used to indoctrinate children, not just against Israel but against Jews, must cease.

You cannot teach people hate and then ask them to practice peace. But neither can you teach people peace except by according them dignity and granting them hope.

Innocent Israelis suffer. So do innocent Palestinians.

The ending of Saddam’s regime in Iraq must be the starting point of a new dispensation for the Middle East: Iraq, free and stable; Iran and Syria, who give succor to the rejectionist men of violence, made to realize that the world will no longer countenance it, that the hand of friendship can only be offered them if they resile completely from this malice, but that if they do, that hand will be there for them and their people; the whole of region helped toward democracy. And to symbolize it all, the creation of an independent, viable and democratic Palestinian state side by side with the state of Israel.

What the president is doing in the Middle East is tough but right.

And let me at this point thank the president for his support, and that of President Clinton before him, and the support of members of this Congress, for our attempts to bring peace to Northern Ireland.

You know, one thing I’ve learned about peace processes: They’re always frustrating, they’re often agonizing, and occasionally they seem hopeless. But for all that, having a peace process is better than not having one.

And why has a resolution of Palestine such a powerful appeal across the world? Because it embodies an even-handed approach to justice, just as when this president recommended and this Congress supported a $15 billion increase in spending on the world’s poorest nations to combat HIV/AIDS. It was a statement of concern that echoed rightly around the world.

There can be no freedom for Africa without justice and no justice without declaring war on Africa’s poverty, disease and famine with as much vehemence as we removed the tyrant and the terrorists.

In Mexico in September, the world should unite and give us a trade round that opens up our markets. I’m for free trade, and I’ll tell you why: because we can’t say to the poorest people in the world, “We want you to be free, but just don’t try to sell your goods in our market.”

And because ever since the world started to open up, it has prospered. And that prosperity has to be environmentally sustainable, too.

You know, I remember at one of our earliest international meetings, a European prime minister telling President Bush that the solution was quite simple: Just double the tax on American gasoline.

Your president gave him a most eloquent look.

It reminded me of the first leader of my party, Keir Hardy, in the early part of the 20th century.

He was a man who used to correspond with the Pankhursts, the great campaigners for women’s votes.

And shortly before the election, June 1913, one of the Pankhursts sisters wrote to Hardy saying she had been studying Britain carefully and there was a worrying rise in sexual immorality linked to heavy drinking. So she suggested he fight the election on the platform of votes for women, chastity for men and prohibition for all.

He replied saying, “Thank you for your advice. The electoral benefits of which are not immediately discernible.”

We all get that kind of advice, don’t we?

But frankly, we need to go beyond even Kyoto, and science and technology is the way.

Climate change, deforestation, the voracious drain on natural resources cannot be ignored. Unchecked, these forces will hinder the economic development of the most vulnerable nations first and ultimately all nations.

So we must show the world that we are willing to step up to these challenges around the world and in our own backyards.

Members of Congress, if this seems a long way from the threat of terror and weapons of mass destruction, it is only to say again that the world security cannot be protected without the world’s heart being one. So America must listen as well as lead. But, members of Congress, don’t ever apologize for your values.

Tell the world why you’re proud of America. Tell them when the Star-Spangled Banner starts, Americans get to their feet, Hispanics, Irish, Italians, Central Europeans, East Europeans, Jews, Muslims, white, Asian, black, those who go back to the early settlers and those whose English is the same as some New York cab driver’s I’ve dealt with … but whose sons and daughters could run for this Congress.

Tell them why Americans, one and all, stand upright and respectful. Not because some state official told them to, but because whatever race, color, class or creed they are, being American means being free. That’s why they’re proud.

As Britain knows, all predominant power seems for a time invincible, but, in fact, it is transient.

The question is: What do you leave behind?

And what you can bequeath to this anxious world is the light of liberty.

That is what this struggle against terrorist groups or states is about. We’re not fighting for domination. We’re not fighting for an American world, though we want a world in which America is at ease. We’re not fighting for Christianity, but against religious fanaticism of all kinds.

And this is not a war of civilizations, because each civilization has a unique capacity to enrich the stock of human heritage.

We are fighting for the inalienable right of humankind–black or white, Christian or not, left, right or a million different–to be free, free to raise a family in love and hope, free to earn a living and be rewarded by your efforts, free not to bend your knee to any man in fear, free to be you so long as being you does not impair the freedom of others.

That’s what we’re fighting for. And it’s a battle worth fighting.

And I know it’s hard on America, and in some small corner of this vast country, out in Nevada or Idaho or these places I’ve never been to, but always wanted to go…

I know out there there’s a guy getting on with his life, perfectly happily, minding his own business, saying to you, the political leaders of this country, “Why me? And why us? And why America?”

And the only answer is, “Because destiny put you in this place in history, in this moment in time, and the task is yours to do.”

And our job, my nation that watched you grow, that you fought alongside and now fights alongside you, that takes enormous pride in our alliance and great affection in our common bond, our job is to be there with you.

You are not going to be alone. We will be with you in this fight for liberty.

We will be with you in this fight for liberty. And if our spirit is right and our courage firm, the world will be with us.

Thank you.

And here’s Zell’s speech:

Since I last stood in this spot, a whole new generation of the Miller Family has been born: Four great grandchildren.

Along with all the other members of our close-knit family, they are my and Shirley’s most precious possessions.

And I know that’s how you feel about your family also. Like you, I think of their future, the promises and the perils they will face.

Like you, I believe that the next four years will determine what kind of world they will grow up in.

And like you, I ask which leader is it today that has the vision, the willpower and, yes, the backbone to best protect my family?

The clear answer to that question has placed me in this hall with you tonight. For my family is more important than my party.

There is but one man to whom I am willing to entrust their future and that man’s name is George Bush.

In the summer of 1940, I was an 8-year-old boy living in a remote little Appalachian valley. Our country was not yet at war, but even we children knew that there were some crazy men across the ocean who would kill us if they could.

President Roosevelt, in his speech that summer, told America “all private plans, all private lives, have been in a sense repealed by an overriding public danger.”

In 1940, Wendell Wilkie was the Republican nominee.

And there is no better example of someone repealing their “private plans” than this good man. He gave Roosevelt the critical support he needed for a peacetime draft, an unpopular idea at the time.

And he made it clear that he would rather lose the election than make national security a partisan campaign issue.

Shortly before Wilkie died, he told a friend, that if he could write his own epitaph and had to choose between “here lies a president” or “here lies one who contributed to saving freedom,” he would prefer the latter.

Where are such statesmen today?

Where is the bipartisanship in this country when we need it most?

Now, while young Americans are dying in the sands of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan, our nation is being torn apart and made weaker because of the Democrat’s manic obsession to bring down our Commander in Chief.

What has happened to the party I’ve spent my life working in?

I can remember when Democrats believed that it was the duty of America to fight for freedom over tyranny.

It was Democratic President Harry Truman who pushed the Red Army out of Iran, who came to the aid of Greece when Communists threatened to overthrow it, who stared down the Soviet blockade of West Berlin by flying in supplies and saving the city.

Time after time in our history, in the face of great danger, Democrats and Republicans worked together to ensure that freedom would not falter. But not today.

Motivated more by partisan politics than by national security, today’s Democratic leaders see America as an occupier, not a liberator.

And nothing makes this Marine madder than someone calling American troops occupiers rather than liberators.

Tell that to the one-half of Europe that was freed because Franklin Roosevelt led an army of liberators, not occupiers.

Tell that to the lower half of the Korean Peninsula that is free because Dwight Eisenhower commanded an army of liberators, not occupiers.

Tell that to the half a billion men, women and children who are free today from the Baltics to the Crimea, from Poland to Siberia, because Ronald Reagan rebuilt a military of liberators, not occupiers.

Never in the history of the world has any soldier sacrificed more for the freedom and liberty of total strangers than the American soldier. And, our soldiers don’t just give freedom abroad, they preserve it for us here at home.

For it has been said so truthfully that it is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the soldier, not the agitator, who has given us the freedom to protest.

It is the soldier who salutes the flag, serves beneath the flag, whose coffin is draped by the flag, who gives that protester the freedom to abuse and burn that flag.

No one should dare to even think about being the Commander in Chief of this country if he doesn’t believe with all his heart that our soldiers are liberators abroad and defenders of freedom at home.

But don’t waste your breath telling that to the leaders of my party today. In their warped way of thinking America is the problem, not the solution.

They don’t believe there is any real danger in the world except that which America brings upon itself through our clumsy and misguided foreign policy.

It is not their patriotism — it is their judgment that has been so sorely lacking. They claimed Carter’s pacifism would lead to peace.

They were wrong.

They claimed Reagan’s defense buildup would lead to war.

They were wrong.

And, no pair has been more wrong, more loudly, more often than the two Senators from Massachusetts, Ted Kennedy and John Kerry.

Together, Kennedy/Kerry have opposed the very weapons system that won the Cold War and that is now winning the War on Terror.

Listing all the weapon systems that Senator Kerry tried his best to shut down sounds like an auctioneer selling off our national security but Americans need to know the facts.

The B-1 bomber, that Senator Kerry opposed, dropped 40 percent of the bombs in the first six months of Operation Enduring Freedom.

The B-2 bomber, that Senator Kerry opposed, delivered air strikes against the Taliban in Afghanistan and Hussein’s command post in Iraq.

The F-14A Tomcats, that Senator Kerry opposed, shot down Khadifi’s Libyan MIGs over the Gulf of Sidra. The modernized F-14D, that Senator Kerry opposed, delivered missile strikes against Tora Bora.

The Apache helicopter, that Senator Kerry opposed, took out those Republican Guard tanks in Kuwait in the Gulf War. The F-15 Eagles, that Senator Kerry opposed, flew cover over our Nation’s Capital and this very city after 9/11.

I could go on and on and on: against the Patriot Missile that shot down Saddam Hussein’s scud missiles over Israel; against the Aegis air-defense cruiser; against the Strategic Defense Initiative; against the Trident missile; against, against, against.

This is the man who wants to be the Commander in Chief of our U.S. Armed Forces?

U.S. forces armed with what? Spitballs?

Twenty years of votes can tell you much more about a man than twenty weeks of campaign rhetoric.

Campaign talk tells people who you want them to think you are. How you vote tells people who you really are deep inside.

Senator Kerry has made it clear that he would use military force only if approved by the United Nations.

Kerry would let Paris decide when America needs defending.

I want Bush to decide.

John Kerry, who says he doesn’t like outsourcing, wants to outsource our national security.

That’s the most dangerous outsourcing of all. This politician wants to be leader of the free world.

Free for how long?

For more than 20 years, on every one of the great issues of freedom and security, John Kerry has been more wrong, more weak and more wobbly than any other national figure.

As a war protester, Kerry blamed our military.

As a Senator, he voted to weaken our military. And nothing shows that more sadly and more clearly than his vote this year to deny protective armor for our troops in harms way, far away.

George Bush understands that we need new strategies to meet new threats.

John Kerry wants to re-fight yesterday’s war. George Bush believes we have to fight today’s war and be ready for tomorrow’s challenges. George Bush is committed to providing the kind of forces it takes to root out terrorists.

No matter what spider hole they may hide in or what rock they crawl under.

George Bush wants to grab terrorists by the throat and not let them go to get a better grip.

From John Kerry, they get a “yes-no-maybe” bowl of mush that can only encourage our enemies and confuse our friends.

I first got to know George Bush when we served as governors together. I admire this man. I am moved by the respect he shows the first lady, his unabashed love for his parents and his daughters, and the fact that he is unashamed of his belief that God is not indifferent to America.

I can identify with someone who has lived that line in “Amazing Grace,” “Was blind, but now I see,” and I like the fact that he’s the same man on Saturday night that he is on Sunday morning.

He is not a slick talker but he is a straight shooter and, where I come from, deeds mean a lot more than words.

I have knocked on the door of this man’s soul and found someone home, a God-fearing man with a good heart and a spine of tempered steel.

The man I trust to protect my most precious possession: my family.

This election will change forever the course of history, and that’s not any history. It’s our family’s history.

The only question is how. The answer lies with each of us. And, like many generations before us, we’ve got some hard choosing to do.

Right now the world just cannot afford an indecisive America. Fainthearted self-indulgence will put at risk all we care about in this world.

In this hour of danger our President has had the courage to stand up. And this Democrat is proud to stand up with him.

Thank you.

God Bless this great country and God Bless George W. Bush.

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Cats, Cats Everywhere

December 20, 2007 · 2 Comments

I’ve never seen so many cat pictures in one place: Daydreamer.

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Being a Parent

December 19, 2007 · 2 Comments

See, here’s the thing.

What makes it worth all the pain in the ass-ness of being a parent—the diapers, the crying, the tantrums—and don’t underestimate how difficult being a parent is, what makes it all worth it?

I make it all better.

Whether it’s a cut that I kiss, or just being there after a nightmare, or anything that frightens him, I make it all better.

Tonight, like most nights, my son had a nightmare. I walked in and sat down on his bed, and he went back to sleep because deep down, he knew he was safe.

It’s magical, that moment.

Categories: My Life

Ah. Sunday Morning

December 16, 2007 · 1 Comment


Sunday morning breakfast out, by myself, is wonderful. Even if I have to do work (note the laptop across from me).

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Spartans! What is Your Profession!?

December 13, 2007 · 1 Comment

Why did I choose a banner from the movie 300?  Yes, that’s a non-standard banner that I put up there.  Why?

It’s really simple: I simply loved that movie.

I’ve now seen it about 10 times: I bought it the day it became available.

So what did I love about it?  It’s a guy movie.  Unabashedly, unapologetically a guy movie.  Nary a Tom Hanks or Meg Ryan anywhere near it.  Even the woman in it—and there’s only one woman in the movie with lines—is the man’s idea of what a woman should be.  And don’t get huffy: she’s strong, and independent, and witty, and her own woman, and no one pushes her around.  She even kills a guy who tried to mess with her (a traitor).  The movie is all battle, and honor, and duty, and sacrifice.

It’s important to remember how important those traits are to men.  Hollywood often forgets.

Remember back to Casablanca:

Random Beautiful Woman at the Bar: “Where were you last night?”

Rick: “That’s so far back I don’t remember.”

RBWATB: “Will I see you tonight?”

Rick: “I never make plans that far ahead.”

Or you can go to Saving Private Ryan, where I actually teared up.  At the end, when the adult Ryan, reliving the sacrifice of the men who came to get him, and thinking about the Captain’s last line before death, “Earn this,” turns to his wife and says, “Tell me I’m a good man.”  That’s a man’s man, and a man’s moment.

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Never Too Old for Harry

December 9, 2007 · 1 Comment

You’re really never too old for a good book. I love Harry. And old Stephen King—before he became too self-indulgent (Gunslinger series). Like Bruce Springsteen, before he became too self-indulgent. Because let’s face it, Bruce did his best stuff when he was living at home and his father was beating the crap out of him. Then he got married, got happy, moved to Beverly Hills, and went from “Lost in the Flood” to “57 Channels and Nothin’ On.” His best album is still his first. Stephen King: same thing. His best, in my humble opinion, are his early books: It, The Talisman, The Stand, Pet Cemetery, Carrie, Christine. Pet Cemetery scared the crap out of me. The book. I think at one point I screamed out loud. At a book.

You can really divide the world into two categories: those who understand screaming out loud at a book, and those that just don’t get it. And did you notice the book to the left of the Harry books? “Eats, Shoots and Leaves.” If you haven’t read it, go get it. It’s a great book. Of course, I’m an admitted grammar and punctuation geek, so go figure.

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Mr. Jones, Let Me Introduce You to Mrs. Jones

December 7, 2007 · 2 Comments

Have you ever been in the situation where you introduce two people who it ends up that they know each other better than you know either of them?

So I’m in that situation now, because I’m about to introduce you to Jay, over at Kill the Goat. And since she gets about 75 comments per entry, and has over 300,000 hits, you probably already read her more often than I do.

I used to read her regularly, and I think she read BR’s blog too. And I remember some correspondence. But it’s been a while. Since I last read her, a lot has happened in her life. Go read. She’s excellent.

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My History

December 6, 2007 · 2 Comments

So I just finished reading Melina’s front page, and she had a great post laying out her personal history for people just joining in.

I’m going to do a little of the same…my blogging history, that is.

So I started blogging in 2000 or so. Under a name I shall not mention, because that didn’t end very well. But suffice it to say that it was a more political blog, and was somewhat high up in the ecosystem. Not in the top ten or anything, but under 1,000, and I was getting hundreds of hits a day.

When that ended, I didn’t blog for a year or so. Then I started dabbling back in, just lurking, and reading, and every once in a while I commented. I picked the name Bathroom Reading. Maybe because I read in the bathroom. And when you’re sitting there on the Blogger home page and have to come up with a name that no one picked yet, you think of some strange crap. So I was just commenting as BR on some people’s sites. And when I started blogging again, I was completely different. I blogged just to be nice (in my old blog, I was sometimes a bit of a jerk). I would go out and find blogs, really good blogs, and link to them. I had a nice little blogging circle (A*, Hof, Dan, Melina, MooCow, Mr. K, Sascha, Rezzie, VJ and others), and even met some of them in person. I also used to send people Toblerone candy bars and call them up and do interviews and post the recordings. Part of that was that I really, really didn’t like the job I was in, and had plenty of spare time in which to blog.

I retired BR. It just felt like the right time.

Then I realized I missed it, and started Hank. That was March of 2006. I had started a new job, which meant that I had really very little time to blog. And it showed. The Hank posts got fewer and farther between. And less interesting. But the thing was, I felt more like myself blogging as Hank. A good friend of mine calls me that, even though it’s not my name. She was being ironic. But that person, Teresa, also had a place in my life and in my heart that hasn’t gone filled, before or since. She actually brought out the eco-crunchy side of me. Who knew I even had an earthy side? Certainly not me. But she brought that out in me, and I really liked it. So I chose Hank. LNU came from a story a cop once told me, about a new precinct captain who was reviewing crime reports for his precinct, and came out of his office and yelled, “who’s this Lnu family, and what are we doing about them?” See, LNU in police reports is what you put when you only have a first name. In the “last name” field, you don’t put “unknown,” you put “LNU” for “last name unknown.” The Captain had thought that all those different people whose last names were unknown were siblings. True story. So since I wanted to keep my anonymity, I blogged has Hank LNU. That lasted a while.

Then I quit that too. Work just got too hectic. I still work crazy hours, and travel a lot.

But I evidently hadn’t gotten blogging out of my system, because I started Lefty. Lefty was fun, but it just didn’t take.

So I stopped, thought it over, and decided to blog as Hank again. So back to WordPress, and here I am.

That’s it, really.

So what’s this blog going to be about? I suspect I’ll never tire of finding new blogs, so expect some good referrals (and I’m really good at that. I generally take credit for finding MooCow—deservedly or not—which right there establishes my bona fides). I’ll likely also talk about my wonderful four kids. Two girls, 6 and 5; two boys, 3 and 1. And I’m going to rant a bit from time to time. You’ll find I’m scrupulously fair, as long as you agree with me. Otherwise, there’s something wrong with your brain. And I’m just right of the kaiser.

Oh, and I find I’m still just as much of a comment whore as ever, so please make sure you say hi when you visit.

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Like A Warm Blanket

December 6, 2007 · 1 Comment

Sometimes, I just can’t help myself.  I went back to some old blogs—who knew that Melina got married!—and reading around, found a new one through Mel that I really like.  Who knew that this thing would come back: me really liking finding new blogs for people to read.  (All three of you who read this.)  My loving doing that never really went away!  Who knew?

Anyway, go read Gooseberried.  She’s awesome.

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Great Snacks

December 6, 2007 · 1 Comment

So what are your favorite snacks?

I like having chocolate milk in my coffee.  In fact, every day, I buy a little half-pint of chocolate milk so when I get my coffee-machine coffee, I can have some chocolate milk in it.  I keep it in the refridgerator.  They just got a new fridge ’cause the old one broke.  But the new fridge opens a different way.  Seriously, the old one, you would stand by the coffee and the handle to open it was on the near side.  Now, you have to walk to the other side to open it.

That wasn’t as stupid sounding when it was in my head.

So…other favorite snacks.  Hmm.  Most of mine involve peanut butter.  Because I happen to love peanut butter.  So, put PB on graham crackers, or—and this is a good one—ginger snaps.  Peanut butter and ginger snaps…yum!  Or, in a cup, peanut butter, chocolate chips, and Fluff.  Or just PB and Fluff.  What?  You’ve never heard of Fluff.  Go away, you heathen!

Or toblerone.  I just love Toblerone.  As some of you are well aware.

A friend of mine used to eat pita bread and sweetened condensed milk.  Not bad, but not PB and ginger snaps.

Categories: My Life

Something Really Good

December 6, 2007 · Leave a Comment

Something really good happened last night, that for now has taken a large load off my mind.

Whew!

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Priceless

December 2, 2007 · 1 Comment

iPhone: $400
Dinner last night: $150
Blogging about dinner last night from my iPhone…well, evidently it costs about $550, but it’s really cool.

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