I’m leaving shortly for a concert, but I wanted to suggest some reading on the government crackdown on the nonviolent protests in Myanmar (formerly Burma). The story isn’t getting much play in the States, both because of our parochial disinterest and because Myanmar’s military junta kicked out the foreign press. Here are pictures that somebody uploaded to Flickr. It’s difficult to say whether these protests will continue, but it’s reassuring to see people power in action inside one of the most authoritarian regimes on the planet.
I’ve spent the last hour exploring the public beta of Amazon’s digital music store. One of big selling points of the store is that its tracks are recorded at 256 kbps (the iTunes standard is 128 kbps) and they are DRM-free, which means they can be played on any music device without restrictions. The few songs I downloaded sound crisp and vibrant, but it’s difficult to distinguish any difference in quality on my mid-range computer speakers. The interface isn’t as polished and the selection isn’t as extensive as what you’ll find on iTunes, but I suspect that will change in time. Amazon’s entry into the music download business should offer some competition to Apple and force it to drop the higher prices for its DRM-free songs. In the best of all possible worlds, DRM will become a thing of the past and these stores will compete on price and selection alone.
I picked up a couple nice pieces at yesterday’s VSA Silent Auction, including a matted and framed black-and-white photograph that goes quite nicely with the color scheme of my living room. I also brought home a porcelain vase that brightens up the dead space beside my sofa. Bets are currently being accepted on how long the vase will survive intact.
I remember hearing local raconteur Kevin Kling read an essay that contained the line “It feels good to buy art.” And it does.
Bush, at this point, is the Republicans’ worst ally. On no issue is this more evident than in his sustained threat to veto the reauthorization of the State Children’s Health Care Program. SCHIP is due to expire at the end of this month and it seems likely that the president and Congress are headed towards a showdown. As this report from the policy research group Mathematica illustrates, SCHIP has been instrumental in boosting access to health care for disadvantaged children. The administration recognizes the program’s unmitigated success, but it is that success that has inspired the GOP’s opposition. SCHIP’s success undermines the conservative rhetoric that public health care programs are a red menace that will turn Americans into communist layabouts. A veto would be deadly to GOP electoral hopes in 2008 and I really can’t understand the president’s strategy. His efforts to blame the impasse on Democrats are weak and ill-advised. He’s playing to a base that is quickly becoming marginalized from mainstream American politics.
Bush continues to follow the Rove playbook, but Republican legislators in suburban districts know that the game is changing. And denying kids health care is not going to make these lawmakers terribly popular in their districts.
A recent visitor to the blog ran a search for “naked disability lawyer”. Unfortunately, I had to take those pictures down a while back when I realized that certain unscrupulous business owners were appropriating the images for use as cover art on DVDs with titles like The Adventures of Rod Ramjet: Size Matters and Pipe Swingers 6: Working Overtime. My body is not to be exploited for commercial purposes, at least not without suitable compensation. But stay tuned for the launch of my next website: The 19th Floor After Dark. it’s sure to be your one-stop location for all things naked and disabled and lawyerly.
After seeing two episodes of Torchwood, the Doctor Who-inspired science fiction series that has made its way onto BBC America, here’s my verdict: pretty bloody cool. I mean, how can you not like a show featuring an episode about an alien that, well, fucks people until they turn into little piles of dust? Mulder and Scully never investigated anything this interesting. The program’s writing is sharp and clever and somewhat edgier than the more kid-friendly Who. Oh, and did I mention there’s a hot lesbian make-out scene in the same episode? This is a show that understands what its audience wants. You Brits are so much more sophisticated than us simple Americans. Our broadcast networks still get the heebie-jeebies about showing two guys holding hands.
“Siegel” is such a common Jewish name which can be traced to numerous families in Central and Eastern Europe, but it seems likely that my ancestors emigrated to this country from Lithuania sometime in the early twentieth century. While I’m not a genealogy buff and I’m not inclined to map out the minutiae of our family history, I occasionally speculate about whether I have any distant relatives remaining in that part of the world. I think about what it would be like to track one of them down and make the trip over there to visit him or her. I think about whether we would have anything in common besides a shared heritage. And what would this hypothetical cousin think of me? And even if I don’t have any surviving kinin the country, it might be interesting to see the town or village that my great-grandparents left behind. Maybe I could write a novel based on my travels as well as the circumstances of my ancestors’ emigration and somehow intertwine the two stories. I’m sure nobody has thought of that idea before.
Tomorrow is my first day of the Emerging Leaders Institute, a work-related program that is prepares participants for future leadership roles in state government. You know what this means: my transformation into an instrument of The Man is nearly complete. Actually, I’m looking forward to it, but I did have a flashback to my student days when I asked one of the other participants if I could get copies of the notes she’ll be taking during the program. She agreed and assured me that her handwriting is perfectly legible. I didn’t bother telling her that she could have the penmanship of a drunken first-grader and my practiced eye could still decipher it.
Wired has a cautionary article about the potential dangers of thought-controlled games. It appears that some scientists are concerned that such games could cause attention deficit disorder, but the main point I took away from the article is that I won’t be playing Bioshock with my mind anytime soon. Whatever. You just know that the military perfected this technology years ago and it’s sitting on a shelf in some gargantuan warehouse, right next to the desiccated remains of the Roswell aliens and a second-generation cold fusion generator. They’ll keep the technology secret for another ten years or so until they think we’re “ready” for it. Condescending bastards.
his GOP membership card. In other news, former Fed chairman Alan Greenspan has a
new book out in which he criticizes Bush’s fiscal policies as short-sighted and
ideologically driven. Here’s my question: where were these guys when their
criticism might actually have done this country some good? It’s the silence of
reasonable, decent men and women from both parties that has given free reign to
the sycophants and soothsayers surrounding this president, but Republicans like Chafee and Greenspan deserve much of the blame for the current dismal state of affairs. They foresaw the disastrous consequences of Bush’s policies and they cringed at the cult of personality that the president’s followers so fervently promoted, but they said nothing in protest. Even worse, they sometimes paid lip service to the party line for the sake of their own political fortunes. Perhaps I’m naive to expect such courage, but I’m getting tired of all these former administration officials and elected leaders finding their spines after they’re safely esconced in their well-appointed corner offices at some law or consulting firm. The country should come ahead of a book deal.
