The Misspent Life

Ugh

 

Rummy

If I ever curse the world and spawn with a fair maiden and produce a male child, I would not be made sad if this male being were to turn out like our Secretary of Defense, Donald Rumsfeld.  To be as old as he is and still as energetic and mentally nimble, well, it is astonishing.  If only half of our aged Senators were so sharp!  He is also an eternally patient man.  As an example, check this summary of his latest press conference out.  If I had to put up with the press corp every day I would not be in that job for very long.

Sausage

Would you believe that I had sausage for four meals this week?  No?  Well, you better start believing, baby.  I did.  I had sausage and sauerkraut at home for two nights and then had a German lunch during the week with sausage, more sauerkraut and some potato salad.  This evening I had black beans and rice with spicy sausage.  Sausage, sausage, sausage.

Sausage.

Because I Can

What We Struggle With

Midge Decter's review of Theocons in this week's National Review, which is online today at NRO, has an absolutely great distillation of "the crisis" that most of us struggle(d) against.  I know it is one I have to face down almost daily.  While the whole review is worthwhile (although not that different from the others I have read in my, admittedly, narrow and "theocon" friendly reading habits), this paragraph is the one I wanted to share with you (emphasis mine):

"The author of this polemic against Neuhaus, Novak, Weigel, and their allies fails to understand that the story of the “theocons” — like that of the “neocons” — is a story of conversion. Some would call their conversion an intellectual one; many more would call it a religious one. However characterized, these conversions took place with fear and trembling in the face of what was in some respects perhaps the deepest cultural and spiritual crisis their country had ever been through. There was nothing, the young were saying, worth dying for. There was nothing, the old were saying, worth living for. Our existence, said the poor, is not in our hands but yours. Our crime, said the criminals, is not our responsibility but yours. And meanwhile all the institutions of the culture — schools, universities, churches, synagogues, the press, the arts, the prize-givers — seemed to be united in celebration of the onrushing tides of social disintegration."

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Second Try?

After reading this, I thought maybe I should give The Killers new album another listen.  I still love the mustaches.

Wonderment

Sometimes I am wonderful.  Humble, too.  No, I mean by this, sometimes I am filled with wonder.  Do you ever get that feeling?  Let me tell you what I mean.

Broken Measuring Cup

I made cookies this morning.  Before lunch!  Craziness, I know.  Sadly, my measuring cup broke.  Don't ask me why.  So I had to do everything by feel.  Now for the eggs and butter this wasn't hard.  Neither was it hard for the chips.  The trick was with the flour and sugars.  They turned out all right in the end, but did have a bit too much flour in them for my taste.

You might be wondering how the new apartment look is turning out.  Well, I can't quite tell you yet, as everything hasn't been settled yet.  Just finished putting all my books up in the shelves this morning so the bulk of the work is done (somehow I have double the extra space I had before, which is good as I was running out).

Hmm, what else to tell you.  I had cottage cheese for lunch today, with peach halves.  I had pasta for dinner.  For some reason I forgot my secret ingredients when I was making the sauce.  What is coming over me.

Blog Fight

So will Basil Seal and his kin to be ready to rumble with the Cs and the Ps as they pair up for the Cardinals versus the Tigers?  I wonder.

Suddenly