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  • skkott 9:02 am on Wednesday, July 29, 2009 Permalink | Reply
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    Washington Post behind the numbers: But … 

    Washington Post behind the numbers: But can she cook? “Homemaker” seems to be the best suited job for Palin, according to the public. Yes, that’s right. Only 12% of Republicans think President’s her best next job, and only 4% of independents (6% of the public overall thinks that President should be her next job.)

    Palin – Fox Explores “What Next?”

    Fox News is out with the first “what next?” poll on former governor Sarah Palin: “homemaker” tops the closed-ended list.

    Here’s the full breakdown by party identification…

    Q: What do you think is the best job for Sarah Palin
    now that she has resigned as governor of Alaska?
    
                              All
                             voters   Dem   Rep   Ind
    Homemaker                  32     45     18    34
    Television Talk Show Host  17     21     14    15
    Vice President             14      4     27    11
    College Professor          10     12      7     8
    President                   6      2     12     4
    (Other)                    13     10     12    21
    (Don't know)                8      6     10     8
    
    Source: Fox News poll, July 21-22; +/-3.

    Maureen Dowd:

    As McCain pal and Republican strategist Mike Murphy so sagely observed recently: “If Sarah Palin looked like Golda Meir, would we even be talking about her today?”

    Sarah should follow her own advice to Hillary and work harder to be capable. Until then, she’s all cage, no bird.

    And if she wants to be a “homemaker”, she should learn to cook something other than a mooseburger. Until then, she’s all oven, no cookie. Sarah, you are hot, but all air,  no care &  so unfair! Got no dough? No bake, no cake for ya! You are all fake, all make. Sorry Sarah, for all’s sake, no take! Gee…that was bad. I hope it isn’t as bad as Palin’s poetics.

     
  • skkott 9:45 pm on Friday, July 24, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Irish,   

    some fun stuff from this week [UPDATED] 

    Interesting facts on Irish lineage via Harvard prof/Cambridge cop controversy.

    Poet John Lunderberg finds some found poems–but not a poet– in Sarah Palin.

    Vanity Fair copy edits Palin’s  resignation speech.

    And a Palin supporter edits the Vanity Fair’s edit. (No comedy here.)

    A hilarious yoga campaign to save Sarah’s knees.

    “It just rolled off the top of her head, all spontaneous-like, perfectly formed…[…]God, I’ll be sad when she gets a speechwriter…” Yes, you guessed it right; Sarah again. Mudflats reports on her latest speech.

    And a priceless Palin party poll underway.

    UPDATE on Palin saga:  Her farewell speech was no exception…

    Sarah Palin’s Gradual Descent Into Incoherency

    It’s like Peggy Noonan, Jack London, and William Faulkner wandered into the woods with three buttons of peyote and one typewriter, and only this speech emerged.

    And she wrote this speech! In advance, on paper! What does any of it mean? It is amazing. Twenty years ago she could competently descibe a dog race, three years ago she could articulate a position on the abortion issue, and this weekend she composed a resignation speech by throwing culture war stock phrases into a hat and dumping it upside down on a copy of The Paranoid Style in American Politics.

    And William Shanter  pays tribute on Conan O’ Brien show by performing her poetry set to music. (You can compare it with Sarah’s own performance here, poem begins at about 1:25 on video, and goes until 2:20) Below is the relevant extract, straight out of her farewell speech:

    soaring through nature’s finest show.
    Denali, the great one, soaring under the midnight sun.
    And then the extremes. In the winter time it’s the frozen road
    that is competing with the view of ice fogged frigid beauty,
    the cold though, doesn’t it split
    the Cheechakos from the Sourdoughs?
    And then in the summertime such extreme
    summertime
    about a hundred and fifty degrees hotter
    than just some months ago, than
    just some months from now,
    with fireweed blooming
    along the frost heaves and merciless rivers that are rushing
    and carving
    and reminding us that here,
    Mother Nature wins.
    It is as throughout all Alaska that big wild
    good life teeming along the road that is
    north to the future.


     
    • derek 11:27 am on Saturday, July 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Yo skkott
      I’ve been painting houses lately, and on the job site Sahra Palin is the saviour. All the contractors are in love with her. They really think she is one of them.
      Personally I think our country is a crashing airplane and everyone is trying to keep it from crashing. I think it needs to crash so we can start fresh. Kind of like when lightning starts a forest fire and burns out the old dead wood so new trees can grow.
      I truly believe there is no solution for our situation. We have grown too large and too complex. Remember the story of the knot that was too complex, no one could untie it? Then a clever guy steps up and cuts it in half with a sword.
      In my opinion the are no politicians that have any solutions that will keep us from crashing, not one. I don’t believe any of them.
      All career politicians are crooks. We have a completely corrupted governmental system that cannot be fixed.
      I just hope the plane doesn’t crash on my house.

    • heath 11:35 am on Saturday, July 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      good entertainment. thx. loved the VF edit. was really dismayed by the response to it. my prayer for today: please let trying to read, think and write be a way for people to learn to read, think and write. and it is, I know. there’s the matter of time, though. may it be sooner, not later.

      derek, I was writing my thx when ur comment appeared like lightning above it. when I read about the story of the man with sword who cut the knot, all I could think of was: what if the knot was on a shoe? I have hopes for Obama.

      • derek 11:50 am on Saturday, July 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        heath, if it’s a shoe then it’s is way out of style and we need to go shopping for new shoes. I’m really not being pessimistic. I just believe nature has away of resetting balances.
        I think Obama is cool and all, but he’s fighting an inevitable losing battle. Our country, our world, is going through some serious changes and I don’t believe our current types of government, institutions or business models are structured to handle these changes.
        When the earth was flat we had ways of dealing with it, like not sailing to close to the edge. When we realized it was a ball we had to create new ways of dealing with it. We could sail without fear of falling off the edge.

        • heath 12:49 pm on Saturday, July 25, 2009 Permalink | Reply

          (what of the foot in the shoe, she whispered…)

          when they realized it was a ball, they took their fears in hand (because it was still the unknown for them) and sailed away. wherefore I have hope in Obama, who represents the best in all of us. he’s just one man. we are many. we can do it right, step by step, as long as we can see what we really are. he helps us see it.

          • derek 5:08 pm on Sunday, July 26, 2009 Permalink | Reply

            heath, have you ever overworked a painting or poem to the point where it just becomes muddy and no matter what you do it just gets muddier? I find i need to set that piece aside and start with a fresh canvas or blank page. That’s how i feel abut our world right now. Our politics, our institutions, religions and belief systems are out dated and muddy. They are no longer able to deal with our rapidly changing humanity. Things are moving at such a pace now that even the likes of someone as cool as Obama can’t keep up.

            I believe we are due for a new canvas.

            • heath 6:49 am on Monday, July 27, 2009 Permalink

              I put a work aside until I understand myself and the work better. the fault is with my understanding. work is continuous. each piece is a stop on a path. putting aside some work doesn’t take me off the path. in NYC, I’ve seen neighborhoods that the rest of the world wrote off, come back. I’ve seen others that were lovely fall. the effort to bring back a neighborhood is enormous, but it’s accomplished by individual acts, rooted in hope and self-confidence, over time. when a neighborhood falls, it’s because of neglect by many individuals in the same rough period of time — people acting out their hopeless, dismal feelings. I believe. I believe each of us makes a difference. I believe in not writing anything off until it takes itself off the stage of life. that point comes for everything. but life is given to things and people by offering support until that point. I wrote the poem below for the man I love. I share it here because it fits this discussion:

              Roughed-in

              Where something’s been.
              Smoothing a roughed-in idea
              of space and time
              along a shorthand edge.
              That’s a sketch.

              Pain’s a sketch of not,
              a roughed-in idea of fear
              that something’s
              never gonna be.
              The artist’s love fights not.
              With hand to paper,
              she whispers could.
              The edge
              she draws
              says is.

  • skkott 1:56 pm on Friday, July 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply
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    Hi Grafers, been traveling lately in a t… 

    Hi Grafers, been traveling lately in a third world country with little access to decent internet. Derek, heath and Ed thanks for your responses to Oprah-Chopra article. I wanted to share my thoughts on Orac and Chopra, but I think I better give it a rest. I want to share some thoughts about Sarah Palin, but I quit that thought.

    Here’s something I just read that I like to share:

    “the sorrow of a rose” by annaruiz

    the sorrow of a rose
    lies
    in her thorns

    how
    she makes peace
    with the blood-red sun

    how the sunlight
    fades
    into moon

    and
    the finger
    pointing
    trickles with tears.

    ~A
    http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?t=9874&sid=76b93275b8e5237e348e8c1ec27c7777

    Although the imagery is cliched, this poem works for me. I think the power of this poem lies in the brilliant way in which the (cliched)imagery of the rose is connected with the (cliched)imagery of the ‘finger pointing to the moon’.

    P.S. Steve Toth, from the comment thread:

    “When winter comes
    roses lose their blossoms
    but hang on
    to their thorns”

     
    • heath 6:47 am on Saturday, July 11, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      the sorrows of a rose are aphids, beetles, borers, and powdery mildew, which deplete her of her energy, and leave her hard-put to maintain her thorn-protected sweetness and beauty. the rose has a dormant/bloom cycle until death. while blooming, she shares her essence with all, and only a little care is needed to strip her of part of her generous beauty without being hurt. while dormant, she offers rose hips as a vit C source in winter. what would we do without rosewater, rose petals, rose-petal and rose-hip jams, and rose-hip tea, and the flowers themselves, which have been woven through our lives and stories for eons?

      as it is, thorns make sense, protecting the rose from greater sorrows than she already bears. if the rose ever found herself watched over by every human on the planet, perhaps her thorns would soften and fall away. if a pricked finger really trickled with tears, it would never again harm a rose after its first act of having done so. but man has never given undefended beauty much mercy.

      the moon and sun know the rose’s story, and aren’t sentimental or cliched about it. they hold silence, and share their light with her.

      the beauty and sweetness of the rose are celebrated with good reason. her tender, generous stamina helps life seem more bearable.

      bless all gentle hands that touch her without destroying her. until there are enough of them, bless the rose’s thorns.

      • ed 4:09 am on Sunday, July 12, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        For all my care,
        the rose unfair
        does claw me

        With hided gloves
        I tend my loves
        The bull would gore me

        So clear my patch
        of this mismatch
        Let iris reassure me

    • derek 12:08 am on Wednesday, July 15, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      Even though I’ve been pocked more times than I can remember,
      I keep going back, no gloves, fingers tingling from thorny pricks,
      to stop and take another sniff.

      • derek 12:10 am on Wednesday, July 15, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        or poked……..

      • heath 3:04 pm on Wednesday, July 22, 2009 Permalink | Reply

        with my oft-at-hand moralistic hat on: yeah, that’s what makes life good. 🙂

  • Dara 8:41 am on Friday, July 10, 2009 Permalink | Reply  

    There are people and then there are people… 

    I am not a great cut and paste artist, but this I have to share. People constantly amaze me with their big hearts and character. This is an extract from an email I just received:


    ‘Last Sunday, my wife, kid, and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra. When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I expect that this ride would be any different. As we set off, my eyes fell on a few magazines (kept in an aircraft style pouch) behind the driver’s back rest. I looked in front and there was a small TV. The driver had put on the Doordarshan channel.

    My wife and I looked at each other with disbelief and amusement. In front of me was a small first-aid box with cotton, dettol and some medicines. This was enough for me to realise that I was in a special vehicle. Then I looked round again, and discovered more – there was a radio, fire extinguisher, wall clock, calendar, and pictures and symbols of all faiths – from Islam and C hr istianity to Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism. There were also pictures of the heroes of 26/11- Kamte, Salaskar, Karkare and Unnikrishnan. I realised that not only my vehicle, but also my driver was special.

    I started chatting with him and the initial sense of ridicule and disbelief gradually diminished. I gathered that he had been driving an auto rickshaw for the past 8-9 years; he had lost his job when his employer’s plastic company was shut down. He had two school-going children, and he drove from 8 in the morning till 10 at night. No break unless he was unwell. “Sahab, ghar mein baith ke TV dekh kar kya faida? Do paisa income karega toh future mein kaam aayega.” (“Whats the point of sitting at home watching TV. If I earn 2 paise they will come in handy in future”)

    We realised that we had come across a man who represents Mumbai – the spirit of work, the spirit of travel and the spirit of excelling in life. I asked him whether he does anything else as I figured that he did not have too much spare time. He said that he goes to an old age home for women in Andheri once a week or whenever he has some extra income, where he donates tooth brushes, toothpastes, soap, hair oil, and other items of daily use. He pointed out to a painted message below the meter that read: “25 per cent discount on metered fare for the handicapped. Free rides for blind passengers up to Rs. 50.

    My wife and I were struck with awe. The man was a HERO! A hero who deserves all our respect. Our journey came to an end; 45 minutes of a lesson in humility, selflessness, and of a hero-worshipping Mumbai, my temporary home. We disembarked, and all I could do was to pay him a tip that would hardly cover a free ride for a blind man.’

    One day I hope to meet Sandeep Bachhe and see his rick MH-02-Z-8508.

     
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