Vita Brevis

. . . so get with it!

Thursday, March 31, 2005

This is serious.

News reports everywhere have said that the Holy Father has a Urinary Tract Infection. In my admittedly limited and non-clinical experience, UTIs in elderly men who have other health problems generally indicate a poor prognosis for the patient.

Whatever the outcome of this episode, I pray that the Most High sustain the faith of this heroic man and that he grant the grace to all involved his care to treat him with the respect due him as a bearer of the image and likeness of God.

At Terri Schiavo's Death

Put not your trust in princes: In the children of men, in whom there is no salvation. His spirit shall go forth, and he shall return into his earth: in that day all their thoughts shall perish. Blessed is he who hath the God of Jacob for his helper, whose hope is in the Lord his God: Who made heaven and earth, the sea, and all things that are in them. Who keepeth truth for ever: who executeth judgment for them that suffer wrong: who giveth food to the hungry. The Lord looseth them that are fettered: The Lord enlighteneth the blind. The Lord lifteth up them that are cast down: the Lord loveth the just. The Lord keepeth the strangers, he will support the fatherless and the widow: and the ways of sinners he will destroy. The Lord shall reign for ever: thy God, O Sion, unto generation and generation. (from Psalm 145 in Douay-Reims)

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

I don’t want to go off on a rant here, but . . . .

While I know that it’s usually not wise for me to disagree with my blogging betters, I am compelled to comment on the uproar raised by a recent case where a death sentence was overturned because the jury discussed Bible passages during sentencing deliberations. As far as I know, there is no substantial reason to doubt that the convict had in fact brutally raped a woman and killed her as she tried to escape him, nor was the conviction per se a subject of this appeal. The conviction was not overturned, but was commuted to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.

First off, it is unseemly that, during Easter week of all times, Catholics are clamoring for the civil authorities to execute anyone.

Second, and as some commenters noted, juries are expected to deliberate based on the evidence and the jury instructions presented to them. If the court were to allow Christians to discuss the Bible during these deliberations, what would prevent a jury with Moslems from discussing the Koran during another deliberation, or a jury with Gulag Donkeys discussing the works of Kinsey, Sanger and/or Felos in yet another? Under our laws, actual sacred texts can’t be treated differently than the texts others hold to be sacred.

Some commenters said the jury should apply the Bible as “foreign law” – a reference to both the U. S. Supreme Court’s use of European laws in the recent decision disallowing capital punishment for crimes committed by minors and the banishment of Christian words and imagery from the public square. I find it disturbing that the capital punishment case has generated so much more of a hue and cry from the conservative community than did a previous and vastly more pernicious case that cited European law: Lawrence v. Texas. Lawrence didn’t just overturn long-established laws against a broad range of sex crimes, it opens the door to a series of sociological experiments unprecedented in human history. Yet there was no similar uproar over the application of foreign law. Why? Why the rush to exonerate one class of criminals and to kill another? In this post-Lawrence world, capital punishment will soon be a moot issue as the habitually violent will seek protected legal status similar to that already granted by the court to several classes of sex offenders. Even apart from the question of capital punishment, by our acquiescence we inexplicably salute the passing parade of unspeakable crimes against nature that endanger the very survival of civilization.

Perhaps most of the sins that cry to heaven for justice do so largely as a result of our indifference to them under the guise of tolerance. Kyrie eleison.

Hey, Where’s Mark C.N. Sullivan on this?

The Frozen Four (college hockey’s championship) is upon us! This year the semi-final games are Denver University (the school down the street where my dad did graduate work) versus Colorado College (DU’s pre-eminent rival and neighbor to the fabulous Broadmoor) and, in the other game, University of Minnesota (Mom’s alma mater) versus University of North Dakota (alma mater of many cousins).

The Fighting Sioux have some of the best looking uniforms in any sport and, of course, the most unusual fans. Imagine a few hundred folks like James Lileks and ”Five-Second” Mitch Berg* with passion for hockey rather than for items domestic and radio, respectively. I’m not kidding. I’ve been to DU/NoDak games and there’s nothing in sport like them. Sioux fans are pretty much the antithesis of the stereotypical Yankee fan. They can polite you to within an inch of your life. They can hold their liquor at altitude better than other flatlanders too.

DU once had a mascot created by Walt Disney – a sort of cowboy-leprechaun named Denver Boone (tiny copy at bottom left of page). Political correctness killed him off in the late nineties in favor of the Pioneer Hawk (that looks more like a turkey). It could be a near-perfect season for the Pioneers including (1) winning the Gold Pan trophy for the season series against CC; (2) winning the regular season conference championship; (3) winning the conference tournament (BTW said conference, the Western Collegiate Hockey Association, has supplied all four national finalists this year); and (4) successfully defending a national championship. Downside is that tickets to the lovely Magness Arena at Ritchie Center will become that much harder to obtain. I would be remiss if I failed to mention that DU’s coach does quite a bit for the Archdiocese.

So of course I hope for a DU victory over NoDak come Saturday’s big game.

* Those two gentlemen are the best reasons to listen to Hugh Hewitt’s radio show.

Why no notice of this?

I’m a tad surprised that no one in St. Blog’s has mentioned the claim of a Moslem scholar that the Koran states that the U.S. will be annihilated in 2007. I respectfully suggest that in 2008 we broadcast that statement throughout the Middle East relentlessly.

Woo-hoo

While it was bright and sunny this morning, the Denver forecast today calls for one of the most remarkable meteorological phenomena: thundersnow.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Bite the head off a marshmallow bunny and

marshmallow, marshmallow, marsh-----mallow XTC.

Bite the head off a marshmallow bunny and

marshmallow, marshmallow, marsh-----mallow XTC.

Monday, March 28, 2005

It's almost enough to make you wonder if the end times are at hand . . .

No, not the day-after-Easter earthquake so near the day-after-Christmas earthquake - sad as that is - no, this is what makes me wonder. A U.S. court got something right. Lisl Auman, serving a sentence for murdering a police officer - a murder that took place while she was handcuffed in the back seat of the officer's car while a thug shot and killed the officer and then himself - is getting a new trial. Will wonders never cease?

Saturday, March 26, 2005

Exsultet!

Regina coeli laetare,
Alleluia,
Quia quem meruisti portare.
Alleluia,
Resurrexit,
Sicut dixit,
Alleluia.
Ora pro nobis Deum.
Alleluia.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

A few thoughts

Mickey Kaus is about the only secular commentator - certainly the only one who is generally left-of-center - that has been talking any sense about Terri Schiavo.

My new points of reference for the two big political parties in the US today:
The Potemkin Party (Elephants) and the Gulag Party (Donkeys).

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

So then what would have been timely, sufficient and serious?

The statute Congress should have enacted would have done two things: (1) if any person and/or institution initiated the discontinuation of nutrition and/or hydration to (either just Terri Schiavo or, better yet, any patient with family members willing to arrange for his or care even against the will of a court-approved guardian) such person and/or institution would be immediately and automatically debarred from participation in any federal health care program; and (2) offered the resources of the US Department of Justice, including Federal Marshals, to prevent a discontinuion of nutrition and/or hydration as described above and to defend any health care provider in state proceedings arising from such provider's adherence to the intent of section 1 above.

I realize the language isn't sufficiently statutory in nature, but Congress has hordes of geeks who can take care of that. This statute could have been enacted before Judge Greer's latest decision and, thus, prevented the starvation and dehydration that have undoubtedly weakened Terri and foreshortened her life already.

The statute would have meant that any provider who pulled the feeding tube would have by so doing pulled the plug on his or her own career in health care in the U.S. If enacted before Judge Greer's decision, it could have prevented the latest order to kill Terri.

There's no way I'm the first one to think of this as an option. It had to be thrown out, probably for being too politically risky.

I'm not nearly as upset with Mr. Schiavo, who has been through a long and arduous experience, as I am with the lawmakers who should have some vestigal honor and sense of responsibility.

That so little was done, and that little so late, in the case of Terri Schindler Schiavo indicates that the President and his party are less sincere about protecting the lives of the innocent than they are about securing the support of pro-life voters.

The epithets “the stupid party” and “the evil party” for the republicans and democrats respectively are much too charitable.

Monday, March 21, 2005

Hopes and fears

I fear that, even if the federal judge bestirs himself, it may be too late for Terri Schindler Schiavo given how long she's been denied basic hydration.

I fear that said federal judge is acting the part of Pilate, trying to stay above the fray and away from accountability.

I fear that this case will be used as a precedent that whenever a person is dependent and unable to communicate with the outside world, the inconvenience that he or she poses to others will be taken as sufficient justification for the dependent person's death. (The abortion-on-demand principle being applied more broadly.)

I fear that the vehemence with which the entrenched interests in our society fight this battle will only intensify.

I fear that the timidity shown by people of faith in this case will also only intensify.

I hope that in all of the above I am wrong.

Notes from the separated brethren

One day recently I drove by a large "Christian Center" (the new term for what were once called "community churches" or, before that, just plain old stand-alone non-denominational protestant "churches"). It had a large sign out front advertising "Saturday Mass 5:30 pm". That's the first time I've seen this particular deception carried out in English, though it's long been common in Spanish. I hope it hasn't tricked any well-intentioned but ill-informed Catholics.

Recently we got a postcard from a second "Christian Center" advising us of their seasonal activities. They included observances of both Palm Sunday (which I've seen other protestants do) and Holy Saturday (which I haven't seen observed by protestants). Both observances had some serious quirkiness about them.

Palm Sunday had two worship services and a petting zoo. Yes, a petting zoo. Perhaps someone wanted to let these tots know what donkeys really look like. Got me to thinking, though, that a procession through a group of lambs up to the grill where another lamb was being roasted would be pretty appropriate to the message of Palm Sunday - if politically impossible in our bambified society.

Holy Saturday advertised "fish communion". I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean. I couldn't find out from their website www.thepartychurch.com either, although it did convince me that I hadn't fallen for a typo. (My best guess: they're using goldfish crackers in lieu of unleavened bread and sermonizing at great length about the symbolism of fish in the early church and the symbolism of
holy communion. Second best guess: a communion service and fish luncheon with lots of yakking about Luke 24:36ff. I sure ain't goin' there to find out!) The website did let me know that they belong to a denomination. They just don't point that out in their postcard, their name or their URL - which seems almost antithetical to their affiliation, at least to my way of seeing things.

I've been remiss in posting about a third "Christian Center" that uses the ad slogan: "Your SUCCESS is our PASSION". They post their own creed (which cries out for fisking), including: "The believers' redemption from the 'curse of sin'-poverty, sickness, spiritual death." Divites implevit bonis et esurientes dimissit in anes, eh? Follow me and lay down your cross, perhaps? Feh.

Still, we must not only remember the prayer ut unum sint, but work to
make that a reality remembering that the only unity is in Him who first
prayed it.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

The Passiontide blogging slowdown

appears to have commenced for much of St. Blog's.

As we turn our attentions from things temporal to things eternal, it behooves us to pray for Terri Schiavo, that she may be spared the cruel and unusual death plotted for her; for the men and women of our government, that they may be moved to protect the vulnerable members of our society; for the Church, that she may give boldly the witness incumbent upon her; for those who have known and loved Terri, that they may be comforted in this dark hour; for those who have come to know Terri only by this struggle to prevent her starvation, that they may be strengthened in their resolve and actions; for those who seek Terri's death, that they may undergo real and lasting conversion; for those who know little about Terri, that they may quickly learn and be stirred up to action; and that the Most High would have mercy on Terri and on all people involved in her case.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Items noted from the driver’s seat:

A Congregationalist meeting hall has a marquee sign that now reads “Under the same management for 2000 years.” If Congregationalists have been doing their thing for 2000 years it raises a few questions, like what that whole “Reformation” episode was
about and where there’s any evidence of the first fifteen centuries or so of Congregationalism.


A Presbyterian establishment has a marquee sign that reads “St.Patrick worshipped here. OK, not really, but you can.” Now this is conjecture, but I’m pretty sure that St. Patrick wouldn’t take kindly to his name being used to promote any church not in full communion with the Roman Ponitff. The lying probably wouldn’t have sat too well with him either. (I hadn’t read the Catholic Encyclopedia bit on tomorrow’s illustrious saint until just now. Wow.)

This morning I saw a pickup truck bearing a custom license plate reading “Uranus”. Don’t know, though, whether that was the point of origin, destination, fantasy vacation spot, cargo or object of worship. I’m reasonably confident that the truck was neither owned nor operated by Mr. Herschel.

How could it be otherwise?

A fun and non-raunchy sports note (but one that’s inevitable to watchers of 1960s cartoons) can be found here (until the paper garbles up its site again anyway).

The relay continues apace . . .

Courtesy of the partially out-of-pocket Signor Keiholtz:

You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451. Which book do you want to be?
Weekend Wodehouse. (Or some other Jeeves & Wooster.)

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
Yep. Wolfie's wife from the film version of Amadeus - her name escapes me right now.

The last book you bought was . . .
A new lectionary for the parish. (The old one was coming apart at the binding more than was seemly.)

The last book you read was . . .
Lileks' Interior Desecrations. I've never laughed so hard in my life.

What are you currently reading?
An odd little book called Across the Cimarron by James Horan - the memoir of George Bolds: a 19th century Kansan who knew and worked with folks like Wyatt Earp.

Five books you would take to a desert island:

1. Bible - Douay Rheims
2. Collected works of Yeats
3. William Manchester's biography of Churchill
4. Crime and Punishment
5. Something I haven't read yet that sounds interesting, let's say Confederacy of Dunces.

What three people are you passing this stick on to and why?

Mr. Riddle - a downright fascinating fellow who's bound to recommend some things I ought to read.
Mr. O'Rama - similar reasons as with Mr. Riddle and his answers will likely include at least a few humorous observations.
Mrs. Cacciaguida (Elinor Dashwood) - this lot obviously needs someone to be the sensible one, eh?

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Muy Dificil

Thanks, I guess, to The Summa Mamas via Mr. Riddle. I finally wrapped this up. The first two were easy, but narrowing it down on the third was the hard part. I still may change that out for a full quote of Yeats' The Wild Old Wicked Man.

"Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things"
T.S. Eliot Ash Wednesday

"Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me."
John Donne Holy Sonnet #14 (I really do have to finish the vocal setting for this one of these years.)

". . . don't you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you
free with my breakfast cereal."
Douglas Adams Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

In his inimitable way, Mr. O'Rama notes a workplace indignity. I saw something similar once (apologies if I've blogged it before) where the company had a full cubicle installed adjacent to a window so that the worker wouldn't get the window view that was deemed above her station. That company has since gone the way of many other peculiar institutions and rightfully so.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

A gauntlet thrown down . . .








Bacardi 151
Congratulations! You're 141 proof, with specific scores in beer (80) , wine (116), and liquor (113).
All right. No more messing around. Your knowledge of alcohol is so high that you have drinking and getting plastered down to a science. Sure, you could get wasted drinking beer, but who needs all those trips to the bathroom? You head straight for the bar and pick up that which is most efficient.







My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:



















You scored higher than 74% on proof





You scored higher than 89% on beer index





You scored higher than 97% on wine index





You scored higher than 97% on liquor index
Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on Ok Cupid


Thanks to The Mighty Eve Tushnet via Erik the K.

Friday, March 11, 2005

What he said

As usual, Mr. Riddle gets
it precisely right
. In my younger years I exerted a great deal of time and energy speculating on these themes. Now that I'm old, I just create misunderstandings about them. Mr. Riddle, being so amazingly charitable, does much better.

Misonymy

The town where my new job is has a Calvary Chapel franchise. No surprise there. This town is growing very rapidly. There are a large number of young families, most of whom are from somewhere else. Sounds like perfect conditions for that type of operation.

They're a bit unusual in that they operate a coffeehouse. It's far enough from Starbucks that it's probably a reasonably good location even aside from their captive audience. There are some advantages in having a coffeehouse on site for their meeting hall too.

What gets me is the name of the coffeehouse: Calvary Cup. It sounds too much like they are suggesting that during the agony in the garden when Our Lord prayed that His Father take the cup away, He was talking about a mocha latte.

Another fun game,

What kind of dog are you? via comments at Fr. Bryce's joint. It would have been fun even if I got a different result, though maybe not quite as much fun.

"Borzoi. This noble dog was developed in early 17th century for wolf hunting and coursing, a sport of the tsars and noblemen of Imperial Russia. The Borzoi tracked the wolf . . . The Borzoi has made its mark as elegant, intelligent and faithful, although somewhat aloof, animal. .
. "

If you're not familiar with the Borzoi, lege. I'm guessing that husky/golden retriever - my own dog's likely provenance - is not an option. Probably Chinook isn't either, although that would be a good fit.

Grrrr. . .

I've been wanting to reply to a comment left yesterday, but Blogger isn't letting me reply in the comments. If I can't get back into the comments soon, I'll reply in a new post just so I can reply.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

New movie meme . .

thanks to Eve and The Mantis and probably many others by now.

The latest craze is to disclose the movie character with whom you most closely identify.

Contenders:

* Jeff Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Pro: captures quite a bit of my life in my late teens, particularly the Mittyesqueness of it all.
Con: that was a long time ago and I have grown up at least a little since then.
Conclusion: too callow and conventional.

* General Buck Turgidson from Dr. Strangelove, or how I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Bomb

Pro: captures the intensity I bring to my work.
Con: participant in a popular struggle, enthusiast for novel ideas, high social status.
Conclusion: possibly just a teensy bit more paranoid than me.

* Tim the Enchanter from Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Pro: quirky and possessed of some arcane skills and interests.
Con: spends his time alone in the wilderness.
Conclusion: too much of a nebbish.

* Mr. Freeze from Batman and Robin

Pro: imposing physical presence, Germanic background, technophile, fond of cold.
Con: ostentatiously wealthy, rather stiff, violent.
Conclusion: not enough of a nebbish.

Finalists:

* Frank Abagnale, Jr. from Catch Me If You Can or

* Roy Hobbs from The Natural.

Of course I look nothing those fellows. I look more like Grizzly Adams after a four-month bender. This, though, has to do with their characters.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Yesterday was notable for something other than the speech I attended, but I had to wait until today to have time to blog it.

When we went out for dawn patrol, it was unusually warm – nearly 50 degrees as opposed to the mid-twenties we’ve had for the past several weeks. By the time we got to the park, the entire sky was aglow like a Maxfield Parrish painting with a few scattered fluffy clouds shimmering in gold and rose. Most of our recent sunrises lacked the clouds that produce such color. Laetare indeed.

About 9:30 I left the speech. The clouds filled the sky as cold winds swirled. The temperature dropped to about freezing.

A few minutes later I saw a billowing brown wall fill the northern sky. Before long I had breached the dust cloud. Traffic slowed to a crawl as visibility dropped to under twenty feet. Gusts of wind shook the car. Prudent truckers pulled off to the side lest they face tipping. After maybe three minutes, I was through the dust cloud and the sun was shining again. The wind was still strong, but steady rather than weirdly pulsating. A minute later: horizontal snow. Before long I arrived at work for the day. Cold dry winds scoured me as I walked across the parking lot with nary a trace of snow to be seen. By quitting time, the clouds were gone and it was warm and still again. This morning we were back to the normal temperature cycle, though it was cloudy.

As changeable as the weather is here, it is steadfast when compared to this human heart or, I suppose, many others.

A short time ago, one of my blogging betters asked another if there were any unusual passage of Scripture that was particularly dear. For me the answer to that question would be this: “All flesh is grass, and all the glory thereof as the flower of the field. The grass is withered, and the flower is fallen, because the spirit of the Lord hath blown upon it. Indeed the people is grass: The grass is withered, and
the flower is fallen: but the word of our Lord endureth for ever.”
(Isaiah 40:6b-8, Douay-Rheims - Note: this is not the first time I’ve found what appear to by scanning errors in the text at drbo.org, I have redacted accordingly.)

Often we use clear blue sky as a metaphor for trouble-free times, but it is worth noting that a cloudless sunrise lacks the beauty of one that includes clouds.

A remarkably improbable quiz result

courtesy of Publius, a blogger new to me who shows great promise:

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Today I got to hear former Colorado Governor Richard Lamm speak on healthcare. He's now a professor at University of Denver (alma mater of both Condoleeza Rice and Madeleine Albright). He made some news a few years back by saying that the elderly had "a duty to die". He's long spoken about resource allocation in healthcare - a topic few can get excited about without some catchphrase. His own father is 97 years old and doing pretty well. I have learned from sources I may not disclose that Governor Lamm is a devoted son who looks after his father commendably, so he shouldn't be taken as trying to implement Logan's Run.

Lamm said several things with which I disagree and some that were perfectly reasonable, but everything was thought through relatively well. Unfortunately in many ways Lamm's speech was a decade or more out-of-date.

Lamm noted the unsustainable rate of growth in healthcare spending without noting the success that managed care has had in reducing that growth.

Surprisingly for a Democrat, he admitted that the New Deal and Great Society programs were built on demographic assumptions that are no longer true, pointing out both the increase in life expectancy and the plummeting birthrate as causes. He noted that, while he disagreed with the President's proposed changes to Social Security, that program must change to survive.

While he noted that the large increase in life expectancy pre-dated the massive increase in healthcare expenditures, he didn't explicitly recognize the logical necessity of that situation. In the 19th century, many people died at early ages from things like cholera and typhoid that were prevented quite cheaply. Those folks started living to much older ages at which they started contracting diseases that are more difficult to prevent and quite expensive to treat - like heart disease and cancer.

He admitted that hard cases make bad policy and that we need to look at the big picture when making decisions on public health questions, citing the Coby Howard furor a few years ago when Oregon Medicaid denied a bone marrow transplant to a child with leukemia who ended up dying. In the wake of that furor, California mandated Medicaid coverage for organ transplants. The shifting budget priorities caused large cutbacks to prenatal care. In the first year after the cutbacks, the deaths of six
pregnant women and their babies who would have been eligible for prenatal care prior to the reprioritization were attributed to the lack of prenatal care. (He didn't mention if any study was done on how many other babies were killed by this policy, I'm sure there were very many babies so killed and little, if anything, done to find out how many.)

He mentioned that there is always some degree of rationing in healthcare, the larger question being who makes the rationing decisions and on what basis. He suggested that the patient's behavior be taken into account - i.e. no liver transplants for someone who is likely to continue to drink alcohol or no major treatment at all for recalcitrant smokers.

NB: I work in the business office of a small non-profit hospital. We do large amounts of charity care. In fact, our combined charity care, indigent care and Medicaid as a percent of the care we provide is higher than that of any other private hospital in the state (and public hospitals get paid more for indigent care than we do). We also have large amounts of uncollectible debt from "the uninsured". I've worked in healthcare for over ten years now both for providers and payers.

The rationing debate is one that will pick up steam in the years to come. It's the standards that are the real battleground.

Thought one: if part of the problem is a low birthrate, shouldn't there be financial disincentives to procedures and products that diminish the likelihood of healthy full-term pregnancies? (And would any political party be bold enough to suggest such a thing?)

Thought two: right now as a society we are doing quite a bit to shift some cost to the patient for those who have commercial insurance and those who are covered by governmental programs via increased deductibles, copayments and the like, we hear all sorts of campaigns to increase various forms of care at no cost to the patient. If a degree of patient responsibility is a good thing (and you'd have a hard time arguing that it isn't as there is no limit to the demand for care provided at no cost to the patient), then shouldn't we try to apply that principle broadly?

Monday, March 07, 2005

Looking forward to:

this movie - especially hoping it ties in with some of my favorite commuting music.

Friday, March 04, 2005

The more things change

During the hiatus, I acquired a new job. This job has a much longer commute than the old one, which caused some adjustment to the daily routine. The dog's morning walk is now about an hour earlier than it had been, at least on workdays.

The early morning walks have been great in that we get fewer encounters with other people and their dogs. (As you may recall, our dog is convinced he must demonstrate his dominance to all other canines and his affection to all people.) Early morning also gave us more opportunities to spot the rabbits and foxes of the neighborhood - always a happy hunting expedition since I know I won't have to deal with the consequences of him catching one of them. We both found the new routine to our liking.

When we dropped out of Daylight Savings Time a few months ago, I found that the dog's morning walk would be complete well before the sun came up. I was surprised by how quickly I adapted to walking in minimal light. Fortunately our neighborhood is pretty quiet that early in the day, so my hearing augmented my limited sight to minimize traffic danger. I learned which slopes would be slippery and which wouldn't. I became familiar with every ululation of a large chunk of the park's
surface. Of course it was not such a big adjustment for the pup, as everything smells pretty much the same in the dark as it does in the light.

Today brought three harbingers of spring and, with them, the need for yet more adaptation. Today it was quite light already as we left the house for Dawn Patrol and, sure enough, someone else was out with a pair of Aussie Shepherds. As we detoured to avoid a confrontation, I saw the first crocuses of spring - now we (particularly the clawed one) have to be more cautious to stay on the sidewalk. On the way home I noticed spring's first woodpecker. No more crossing the street without looking amid such commotion!

As it is with the minutiae of the neighborhood, so it is with weightier matters. As soon as I adapt to one challenge, a new one - often a contrary one- rises Hydra-like to take its place.

More fun and games

Il miglior fabbro Erik the K has a new one: the first five movie quotes that come to mind. (I'm not particularly proud of these, but they are honestly the ones that came to mind.)

1. "I'm not joking, and stop calling me Shirley" -- Airplane.

2. "The phone books are here! The phone books are here!" - TheJerk

3. "I love the smell of napalm in the morning. It smells like . .. victory" - Apocalypse Now

4. "They were destroyed by monsters from the Id." ForbiddenPlanet

5. "You'll have to answer to the Coca-Cola company!" -- Dr.Strangelove, or how I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Bomb

Thursday, March 03, 2005

A. To answer a question posed by a reader.

Q. What is the point of this post?

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

One of the best things about blogging

. . . is the camaraderie.

Thanks to those who have kindly welcomed me back, especially mister victor lams, Mr. Jeff Miller and Mr. T. S. O'Rama.

Another part of the fun of blogging . . .

The latest craze to hit St. Blogs is to list ten things you’ve done that your readers likely have not done.

1. I’ve broken at least one of my own bones during each decade in which I have lived. (I’m hoping that in 2021 – should I live so long - I can no longer truthfully say this!)
2. I’ve been in each of the six southwestern states (AZ, CA, CO, NM, NV and UT) at least once in each of the past four decades.
3. I took a road trip from Denver to Alaska.
4. I wrote one of the last tunes composed during the 1970s. Between 7 and 8 pm (mountain time) on 12/31/1979 I wrote a tune for one of the lyrics in LOTR.
5. My performance at a high school speech meet impressed a girl from a different school sufficiently to get me a date with her.
6. I testified as a witness in a murder trial (only about details regarding the condition of the crime scene – part of my workplace – prior to the crime).
7. One Christmas morning I heard a musical recording that included me as a performer played on the radio.
8. I had three heart attacks within less than three months of my 32nd birthday.
9. I moonlighted as an anonymous restaurant reviewer for a magazine during most of its run.
10. I won the money for the down payment on our house on a TV game show.

Hat tips to Cacciaguida and Eve.