Month: October 2005

  • The Miers head fake

    Would somebody please give this guy head so we can impeach him? We weren’t cheered too much by Miers withdrawal from the Supreme Court nomination. It’s not as if Bush needed anything else to emphasize how truly out of his depth he is. I was always convinced the decision to nominate her in the first…

  • A Wish In The Wee Hours

    If dogs could stand as small as humans, and on their hind legs, upright in a manner of speaking, and if they could negotiate the complexities of a phone booth and had change, or pockets for change, and if you could still find a functioning phone booth in this godforsaken city, I’d wish a lost…

  • Musing on the last two World Series winners

    Say it ain’t so, Joe. The Sox beat me to it. Next time I’m in Vegas, I’m putting $100 on the Cubs to win the 2006 Series. It’s their turn.

  • (Ironing) Bored with the Strib

    I have to finish this so I can make the hubby a nice dinner Probing every day for a new low in journalism, the Strib doesn’t let us down today. One of my female colleagues brought this to my attention. Right before she vowed to call and cancel her subscription. I never look at the…

  • Repeater Towers

    The announcement yesterday about the Village Voice and New Times merger was interesting. All concerned parties–that is Mike Lacey, Jim Larkin, and David Schneiderman–are awfully defensive about charges of “selling out,” but then they’ve been hearing that for years, so their protests have always landed on my ear just a touch too loudly. I personally…

  • Bertie Rathbun's Soul

    From the moment she was finished, shoved in a box, and buried under a shower of styrofoam peanuts, Bertie Rathbun understood that through some accident of God she had been given a soul. As she had been dangled in the air at the inspection station, and as her strings were jerked each in turn, jiggling…