Monday, April 18, 2005
BLOGROPHENIA WILL BE CLOSED FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS. PLEASE JOIN US 5/2 when Blogrophenia returns. . .
It's better to burn out than to fade away,
Moses
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It's better to burn out than to fade away,
Moses
Friday, April 15, 2005
Guest Blog: I Fought the Law; And the Law Won
I recently asked Blogrophenia friend, Neharasatu, to write a guest blog. Neharasatu is a long time friend and frequent denizen Blogrophenia. He is also an extremely talented actor and full time "fuck it, fuck around" kinda guy. The opinions in this expressed below do not necessarily express those of Blogrophenia or it's staff. And any retransmission, republication or descriptions, pictures or accounts of this blog without the express written consent of Blogrophenia are strictly prohibited. . .
I recently took a road trip in a vehicle I had rented. I don't own a car because living in Gotham affords me the luxury, what I consider to be a luxury that is, of being able to walk most places I choose to journey. What occurred to me on this road trip is how the American consumer, verily the human being that is, has been duped into associating, for example his car, with his ego construct. However, after thinking of this somewhat further, I realized the larger issue is the chemical dependency of oil our country finds itself engulfed. We as consumers have been lulled into believing our only source of energy is the chemical of oil, indeed we have become somewhat of a slave to this solid. As consumers we are not aware of alternate forms of energy, and those we are aware of, such as nuclear and solar, we are largely afraid of or accept as not being a 'good' or viable alternative. It does disturb me that this country bows down to the powers of OPEC and her other minions, allowing the ebb and flow of this organization to dictate the entire stock market of this nation. We have become subservient to the powers of certain corporations, i.e. oil and auto-mechanical, that hence cooperate with OPEC to set oil prices that are sold to us the consumer at prices that are essentially regulated. We are without escape it seems. We must obey the 'law' of these set oil prices. It is within our power to ensure that alternative forms of energy come to light in this country, and to ultimately come to be used in this country and around the world. Hybrids seem to be the rage at the moment, of course oil is still needed to make these engines spark. There is a science called cold-fusion that can produce infinite and clean energy. It would seem that cold fusion small engines would seem light years away for the regular consumer, however, I would encourage all who might read this to investigate this technology and others, such as Zero Point energy that does indeed exist. It is up to us, the American voter and consumer to demand alternate forms of energy be made accessible to us. No longer should we accept that we do not have a choice in our buyer demands when it comes to energy in all of its forms.
I'm in tune,
Moses
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I recently asked Blogrophenia friend, Neharasatu, to write a guest blog. Neharasatu is a long time friend and frequent denizen Blogrophenia. He is also an extremely talented actor and full time "fuck it, fuck around" kinda guy. The opinions in this expressed below do not necessarily express those of Blogrophenia or it's staff. And any retransmission, republication or descriptions, pictures or accounts of this blog without the express written consent of Blogrophenia are strictly prohibited. . .
I recently took a road trip in a vehicle I had rented. I don't own a car because living in Gotham affords me the luxury, what I consider to be a luxury that is, of being able to walk most places I choose to journey. What occurred to me on this road trip is how the American consumer, verily the human being that is, has been duped into associating, for example his car, with his ego construct. However, after thinking of this somewhat further, I realized the larger issue is the chemical dependency of oil our country finds itself engulfed. We as consumers have been lulled into believing our only source of energy is the chemical of oil, indeed we have become somewhat of a slave to this solid. As consumers we are not aware of alternate forms of energy, and those we are aware of, such as nuclear and solar, we are largely afraid of or accept as not being a 'good' or viable alternative. It does disturb me that this country bows down to the powers of OPEC and her other minions, allowing the ebb and flow of this organization to dictate the entire stock market of this nation. We have become subservient to the powers of certain corporations, i.e. oil and auto-mechanical, that hence cooperate with OPEC to set oil prices that are sold to us the consumer at prices that are essentially regulated. We are without escape it seems. We must obey the 'law' of these set oil prices. It is within our power to ensure that alternative forms of energy come to light in this country, and to ultimately come to be used in this country and around the world. Hybrids seem to be the rage at the moment, of course oil is still needed to make these engines spark. There is a science called cold-fusion that can produce infinite and clean energy. It would seem that cold fusion small engines would seem light years away for the regular consumer, however, I would encourage all who might read this to investigate this technology and others, such as Zero Point energy that does indeed exist. It is up to us, the American voter and consumer to demand alternate forms of energy be made accessible to us. No longer should we accept that we do not have a choice in our buyer demands when it comes to energy in all of its forms.
I'm in tune,
Moses
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Homophobia: A Word I don't Like
As I was writing my last entry I stopped in mid word and went back and erased a word. I had typed out the "homoph" when I decided to change it. I went back and altered the word to "antigay". Now any reader of this blog has probably gleaned that I am not only for gay rights but actually quite gay friendly having played on a gay softball and having quite a few gay friends, I have never felt uncomfortable around gay people and I consider my a staunch supporter of their rights. Personally speaking, although I am heterosexual myself I believe that what two consenting adults choose to do behind closed doors is their own business. I would even extend that further and say that if two adults should choose to live together they should be able to have their union protected and have all the rights and benfits that a man and woman have should they choose to do the same. I can't say that I am particularly concerned about the title of marraige but at the very least the rights and privelages should be there.
But, that's me. I recognize, sadly, that there are many people out there whose religion declares homosexuality to be a sin and I respect that. I think that Jews and Muslims in particular can point specifically to their religious and find ample and clear admonitions and outright prohibitions aganist homosexuality. I think that neither Judaism nor Islam must necessarily condemn it, but I think at the very least that it is a very reasonable interpretation to do so.
I will leave Christianity out of this for now, because I think that the issue is a bit more complex there, of course ironically in this culture it is the eternally misguided Christian right that seems to be most against gays.
With that in mind, then I think that the term homophobic is a not so subtle attack on those whose religious conviction leads them to a particular conclusion. Namely calling someone a homophobe, indicates that they are actually afraid of gays (with a much more devious and self defeating ostensibly insulting implication that they are themselves repressed homosexuals). This disturbing, unfair and ultimately hypocritical tactic is often utilized by the left to attack those who disagree.
I think that there are people who are antigay and I think that unfortunate, personally, but I also think it's unfair to attack them in a manner that is unworthy and self destructive.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A,
Moses
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As I was writing my last entry I stopped in mid word and went back and erased a word. I had typed out the "homoph" when I decided to change it. I went back and altered the word to "antigay". Now any reader of this blog has probably gleaned that I am not only for gay rights but actually quite gay friendly having played on a gay softball and having quite a few gay friends, I have never felt uncomfortable around gay people and I consider my a staunch supporter of their rights. Personally speaking, although I am heterosexual myself I believe that what two consenting adults choose to do behind closed doors is their own business. I would even extend that further and say that if two adults should choose to live together they should be able to have their union protected and have all the rights and benfits that a man and woman have should they choose to do the same. I can't say that I am particularly concerned about the title of marraige but at the very least the rights and privelages should be there.
But, that's me. I recognize, sadly, that there are many people out there whose religion declares homosexuality to be a sin and I respect that. I think that Jews and Muslims in particular can point specifically to their religious and find ample and clear admonitions and outright prohibitions aganist homosexuality. I think that neither Judaism nor Islam must necessarily condemn it, but I think at the very least that it is a very reasonable interpretation to do so.
I will leave Christianity out of this for now, because I think that the issue is a bit more complex there, of course ironically in this culture it is the eternally misguided Christian right that seems to be most against gays.
With that in mind, then I think that the term homophobic is a not so subtle attack on those whose religious conviction leads them to a particular conclusion. Namely calling someone a homophobe, indicates that they are actually afraid of gays (with a much more devious and self defeating ostensibly insulting implication that they are themselves repressed homosexuals). This disturbing, unfair and ultimately hypocritical tactic is often utilized by the left to attack those who disagree.
I think that there are people who are antigay and I think that unfortunate, personally, but I also think it's unfair to attack them in a manner that is unworthy and self destructive.
It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A,
Moses
Is this really going on here? or A Day in the Sun: Ugly reminders of society's soft underbelly at the ballpark. . .
Earlier this morning I decided for a second time this weekend and the fourth time this homestand to go to the Yankees game. As anyone who reads this blog knows I am a huge sports fan and in particular I have a soft spot for what I call the big three: baseball, horseracing and boxing. I am a lifelong Yankees fan, although I have lately been writing a weekly column about the Mets and in general I watch as many games as I can manage. I love baseball.
I could probably pen a tome roughly the size of War and Peace on all of the reasons that I love the game so much. From the history, the strategy, the numbers to the sound of the bat and the smell of freshly cut grass on a nice summer day, I have almost intentionally refrained from writing about at times because I know I can be prolix and annoying.
Another thing I try, often unsuccessfully to stay away are matters of race and ethnicity. Having a unique and unfortunate ethnic background in the context of my time and age I find that my mostly white Christian peers have little tolerance for hearing about my struggles and thoughts whether out of a sense of white guilt or a simple inability to understand.
The confluence of my love for the game and race is interesting. It is well documented how baseball owners for almost half of the past century kept the game segregated and lily white. Further, it is one of the better aspects of modern sports that many games can be a pleasant escape from a world rife with tension over skin color, religion and culture.
Today, I witnessed a very subtle yet poignant moment of racism at the game when a boorish and obnoxius man with his family, who was rude in a host of others ways, yelled in what most closely approximated an Indian accent "I didn't know they were steroids" as Sammy Sosa came to bat. Now on it's face this doesn't seem so inherently offensive, but if you sat behind the man, heard his terrible accent and felt the undercurrent of his ignorant rant you would have sensed the "otherness" that this man held in Sosa in. This was not a man who was familiar with Latin culture (or Indian culture for that matter) he was a crude, loud and at least superficially hypocritical (he freaked when anyone else stood up and yet stood up repeatedly himself when something). His only concern was to mock Sammy and seemed intent on highlighting any difference between himself and Sammy with his poor imitation.
It wasn't the first time this week that I have heard this kind of ugliness invade one of the few places that I thought I could go to escape such things. Earlier this week I heard a Red Sox fan mockingly imitate Matsui's Japanese accent in an unfunny and disrespectful little rant.
Before that at opening day I saw another Red Sox fan wearing a shirt that read:
Jeter
Sucks
A-Rod
This lewd anti-gay shirt actually went beyond some of the rude racist comments I heard that perhaps can be attributed to a combination of bad taste and intoxication. This was premeditated discriminatory and exclusionary.
It's truly sad that such a shirt is tolerated. In a place where we should be able for a few hours at least to get away from some of the less pleasant aspects of daily life we find ourselves surrounded by subtle (and some not so subtle) reminders of the work that we all still need to as a society. . .
Ever'body's talking bout,
Moses
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Earlier this morning I decided for a second time this weekend and the fourth time this homestand to go to the Yankees game. As anyone who reads this blog knows I am a huge sports fan and in particular I have a soft spot for what I call the big three: baseball, horseracing and boxing. I am a lifelong Yankees fan, although I have lately been writing a weekly column about the Mets and in general I watch as many games as I can manage. I love baseball.
I could probably pen a tome roughly the size of War and Peace on all of the reasons that I love the game so much. From the history, the strategy, the numbers to the sound of the bat and the smell of freshly cut grass on a nice summer day, I have almost intentionally refrained from writing about at times because I know I can be prolix and annoying.
Another thing I try, often unsuccessfully to stay away are matters of race and ethnicity. Having a unique and unfortunate ethnic background in the context of my time and age I find that my mostly white Christian peers have little tolerance for hearing about my struggles and thoughts whether out of a sense of white guilt or a simple inability to understand.
The confluence of my love for the game and race is interesting. It is well documented how baseball owners for almost half of the past century kept the game segregated and lily white. Further, it is one of the better aspects of modern sports that many games can be a pleasant escape from a world rife with tension over skin color, religion and culture.
Today, I witnessed a very subtle yet poignant moment of racism at the game when a boorish and obnoxius man with his family, who was rude in a host of others ways, yelled in what most closely approximated an Indian accent "I didn't know they were steroids" as Sammy Sosa came to bat. Now on it's face this doesn't seem so inherently offensive, but if you sat behind the man, heard his terrible accent and felt the undercurrent of his ignorant rant you would have sensed the "otherness" that this man held in Sosa in. This was not a man who was familiar with Latin culture (or Indian culture for that matter) he was a crude, loud and at least superficially hypocritical (he freaked when anyone else stood up and yet stood up repeatedly himself when something). His only concern was to mock Sammy and seemed intent on highlighting any difference between himself and Sammy with his poor imitation.
It wasn't the first time this week that I have heard this kind of ugliness invade one of the few places that I thought I could go to escape such things. Earlier this week I heard a Red Sox fan mockingly imitate Matsui's Japanese accent in an unfunny and disrespectful little rant.
Before that at opening day I saw another Red Sox fan wearing a shirt that read:
Jeter
Sucks
A-Rod
This lewd anti-gay shirt actually went beyond some of the rude racist comments I heard that perhaps can be attributed to a combination of bad taste and intoxication. This was premeditated discriminatory and exclusionary.
It's truly sad that such a shirt is tolerated. In a place where we should be able for a few hours at least to get away from some of the less pleasant aspects of daily life we find ourselves surrounded by subtle (and some not so subtle) reminders of the work that we all still need to as a society. . .
Ever'body's talking bout,
Moses
For those interested, The Seven Train, my weekly column on the New York Mets can be found at www.nyfansites.com or clicking here The Seven Train: 80's Redux. This week the Seven Train looks at what is yet to come with some help from ghosts of seasons past and Naked Eye.
He could throw that speedball by you,
Make you look like a fool,
Moses
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He could throw that speedball by you,
Make you look like a fool,
Moses
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Movie Review: Sahara
When I was in college I had this one philosophy professor for about five different and he loved to make us write us papers. I must have written that guy about 30-40 different papers all told. Occasionally, I'd write a really good one, often I'd write a decent one and sometimes it just didn't work. That is the case with Sahara, for a host of reasons this movie just does not work.
Basically the movie can be summed up as a poor man's Indiana Jones. A very poor man. Like he's got almost nothing.
The dialogue is doo doo, the script is just too unbelievable, the unattractive and uninteresting Penelope Cruz (who somehow managed to not ruin Vanilla Sky, but whose popularity in Hollywood makes me nervous, if she pops up in the upcoming Star War alongside the equally horrible Natalie Portman I may walk -- and we're talking Star Wars here!) is horribly miscast as a doctor working for the WHO and as if all that weren't enough I am not sure that there aren't some subtle racist overtones as well.
Interestingly, it's worth noting that cinema is one of the places where it's really hard to hide nepotism. Hence the fact that this piss poor movie was directed by Michael Eisner's son shouldn't come as a surprise. . .
The movie pretty much stinks, but if you're in the mood for a really mindless adventure with a few laughs I suppose you can do worse. It's not The Hours but it is two hours long. . .
See it if you have nothing else going on. . .
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When I was in college I had this one philosophy professor for about five different and he loved to make us write us papers. I must have written that guy about 30-40 different papers all told. Occasionally, I'd write a really good one, often I'd write a decent one and sometimes it just didn't work. That is the case with Sahara, for a host of reasons this movie just does not work.
Basically the movie can be summed up as a poor man's Indiana Jones. A very poor man. Like he's got almost nothing.
The dialogue is doo doo, the script is just too unbelievable, the unattractive and uninteresting Penelope Cruz (who somehow managed to not ruin Vanilla Sky, but whose popularity in Hollywood makes me nervous, if she pops up in the upcoming Star War alongside the equally horrible Natalie Portman I may walk -- and we're talking Star Wars here!) is horribly miscast as a doctor working for the WHO and as if all that weren't enough I am not sure that there aren't some subtle racist overtones as well.
Interestingly, it's worth noting that cinema is one of the places where it's really hard to hide nepotism. Hence the fact that this piss poor movie was directed by Michael Eisner's son shouldn't come as a surprise. . .
The movie pretty much stinks, but if you're in the mood for a really mindless adventure with a few laughs I suppose you can do worse. It's not The Hours but it is two hours long. . .
See it if you have nothing else going on. . .
Hearts recycled but never saved,
From the cradle to the grave,
Moses
Concert Review: U2 in Los Angeles
Presented just for you ladies and gentlemen, courtesy of Blogrophenia friend, the Hairstick here is a review of last night's U2 concertin LA. Please note that the Hairstick is a U2 concert veteran and I have personally attended at least one U2 show with him and once even stalked Bono, consider:
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Presented just for you ladies and gentlemen, courtesy of Blogrophenia friend, the Hairstick here is a review of last night's U2 concertin LA. Please note that the Hairstick is a U2 concert veteran and I have personally attended at least one U2 show with him and once even stalked Bono, consider:
So I get to the staples center last night. Giddy with anticipation. I race to my seat which it turns out is ridiculously good. Best seat I've ever had for a concert...like...ever. 6 rows up from the floor right on the side where the elipse is. Toby McGuire and his average looking girlfriend are in my row. I see David Hassellhoff on the floor wearing, I kid you not, a leather blazer and blue, bono-type sunglasses. This is LA alright.
The lights dim and over the loudspeaker all you hear are numerous voices repeating the word "Everyone." Then you see Edge, Larry and Adam take the stage and put on their instruments. Out of nowhere, Bono appears at the front of the elipse, from the floor of that stage, he just appears in front of everyone. Red and white confetti starts raining down on the crowd and they go into City of Blinding Lights (my fave from the new album). They sound and look ridiculously good.
Their set list was also pretty interesting (it has not been the same on any night so far). They seem to have broken up the songs by segments, with each segment reflecting one of the dominant themes of their music over the years. For example, after City of Blinding Lights and Vertigo(the pump up songs to get the crowd going), they did a tribute to their first songs by playing Cry/Electric Co., Stories for Boys and The Ocean (my fave from Boy - they haven't played this at any other gig). The next segment was songs about hope: New Years Day, Beautiful Day and Elevation. All sounded thunderous and great.The next segment were songs about loss and death. Bono paid tribute to the departed Pope and dedicated Miracle Drug to him and then they went into Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own (arguably the best number of the night).Then the war segment was next. They played Love and Peace or Else, Sunday Bloody Sunday, Bullet the Blue Sky and Running to Stand Still. It was right before Running to Stand Still that Bono did something weird...he dedicated the song to the brave men and women of the American military. I thought that was a weird thing to say b/c, even though it got cheers, it was at the end of a set that basically articulated the horrors of war. Without giving his sentence any further context, it seemed misplaced and confusing, and turned me off a bit (what with the occupation of iraq, abu grahib, guantanamo bay, etc.) obviously everyone appreciates the servicemen and women for their risks and stuff, but to honor military during a war set during these times? I was baffled by that. HAIRSTICK
What more in the name of Love?,
Moses
Then they played all of their Achtung Baby tracks: Zoo Station, The Fly and Mysterious Ways. This was the highlight of the night I'd say. Those songs are so good. During the last song, bono pulled a little girl out of the audience to dance with him. They were dancing when a buxom woman got on stage, she looked like she was in baywatch, and started dancing suggestively as well, grinding up on him! he grabbed the little girl's hand and started running away from the carmen electra look alike...running all the way around the elipse....it was hilarious. She chased them down. He then took both of their hands and said "sorry, I was a bit scared at first." Then he walked them to where he pulled them out of th ecrowd, waved good bye and started walking backwards while singing to them....but the baywatch babe wouldn't take goodbye for an answer...she started (I swear) crawling on all fours towards him on the elipse and he started wagging his finger as if to say "no, please don't." and she wouldn't stop! he was so embarrassed. she then turned on all fours and started doing sex moves at him! it was one of the funniest things i've seen cause bono, for once, didn't know how to stop her or what to do. He ended the set by saying "Only in America."
The two encores included Where the Streets Have No Name, Pride (awesome) and One (this was the Africa segment). The second encore was All Because of You, yahweh and 40 (which, for U2 fans, is as a throwback to their old concerts of how they used to end.). Larry stayed on after everyone left and did a drum solo to 40 that was just killer.
Overall, it was a great show but not the best I've seen from this band. I think its a function of a few things. First, they didn't play with or without you - or the unforgettable fire...two of my all time favorite songs. This was also much more rehearsed than their older shows when Bono would go out and talk more with the audience or riff. Its more like theater....which is cool, but I love performances (like the Clash) where it feels like controlled chaos...like anything can happen. Finally, I think U2s fanbase is now older, like me. I remember seeing U2 before where the crowd went nuts the entire time and you couldn't hear youself in there. The LA crowd was really tame I thought. The energy wasn't there the way it was from other crowds...even at MSG on the Elevation tour...the crowd was more energetic.
But it was a cool night. Bono left the stage by taking off the rosary beads teh pope gave him and hanging them on the mike stand. It was a cool moment. Baywatch babe and all.
What more in the name of Love?,
Moses
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Movie Review: Sin City
Sin City is an excellent new movie that while a bit longer than some may like, is generally well paced, interesting, unique and fun. For those who have read the graphic novels, it is quite simply: A must see.
Sin City brings to the big screen, remarkably faithfully, the Frank Miller graphic novel in all it's gory glory. For those of you who don't know, Frank Miller is the man who in the mid eighties crafted one of the most revolutionary comic books of all time with DC Comic's Batman: The Dark Knight. This comic book picked up the story of Batman, 20 years after his retirement. The revolutionary comic book found Gotham City in worse shape than ever and Bruce Wayne old and creaky. However, as you might expect the erstwhile super hero springs back into action and even manages to pick up a new -- female -- Robin (at the time, the Jason Todd Robin had not yet died and only crytic references were made to his demise). At any rate, the comic introduced a new darker Batman who harkened back to the original concept. Further, the comic simply intensified everything about Batman. This surge in popularity and new concept of Batman gave rise to the early Tim Burton Batman movies that have perhaps sparked the entire comic book to movie craze.
At any rate, Sin City the brainchild of this same man, that seems to take some of the same ultra-violent dark Batman themes to new heights is translated to the screen with such precision and faith that readers of the graphic novel will remember actual frames as coming exactly from the book. Think Tarantino (who actually guest directed a very disturbing scene) meets Burton and you'll have an idea of what to expect from this threefold semi-broken narrative of three unusual individuals living in the very unusual gotham called Sin City. . .
With a cast that includes Bruce Willis, an excellently cast Mickey Rourke and an easy on the eye Jessica Alba, this dark and super graphic movie is not for the squeamish, however you also need not be a comic geek to enjoy it.
The Beautiful People
The Beautiful People,
Moses
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Sin City is an excellent new movie that while a bit longer than some may like, is generally well paced, interesting, unique and fun. For those who have read the graphic novels, it is quite simply: A must see.
Sin City brings to the big screen, remarkably faithfully, the Frank Miller graphic novel in all it's gory glory. For those of you who don't know, Frank Miller is the man who in the mid eighties crafted one of the most revolutionary comic books of all time with DC Comic's Batman: The Dark Knight. This comic book picked up the story of Batman, 20 years after his retirement. The revolutionary comic book found Gotham City in worse shape than ever and Bruce Wayne old and creaky. However, as you might expect the erstwhile super hero springs back into action and even manages to pick up a new -- female -- Robin (at the time, the Jason Todd Robin had not yet died and only crytic references were made to his demise). At any rate, the comic introduced a new darker Batman who harkened back to the original concept. Further, the comic simply intensified everything about Batman. This surge in popularity and new concept of Batman gave rise to the early Tim Burton Batman movies that have perhaps sparked the entire comic book to movie craze.
At any rate, Sin City the brainchild of this same man, that seems to take some of the same ultra-violent dark Batman themes to new heights is translated to the screen with such precision and faith that readers of the graphic novel will remember actual frames as coming exactly from the book. Think Tarantino (who actually guest directed a very disturbing scene) meets Burton and you'll have an idea of what to expect from this threefold semi-broken narrative of three unusual individuals living in the very unusual gotham called Sin City. . .
With a cast that includes Bruce Willis, an excellently cast Mickey Rourke and an easy on the eye Jessica Alba, this dark and super graphic movie is not for the squeamish, however you also need not be a comic geek to enjoy it.
The Beautiful People
The Beautiful People,
Moses
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
I was talkign to a friend of mine and told him a story that I like to tell. Basically a few years ago someone I know sent me an e-mail saying, " I got this e-mail from my friend and he's this real conservative guy and I knwo he's wrong but I don't know why can you please write a response". Well this really irritated me, because it confirmed what I thought about this chick which was that she chose her politics based on image and trends. I felt (and feel like) she and many other people I know choose their politics thusly. It's why I think it's so difficult to find thoughtful liberal. Because, living where I d , in NYC, it's simply trendy to be liberal. Probably the majority of people I know fit this mold: The grew up in the suburbs with conservatice parents (who still are) and then moved into the city, fell in love with Sean Penn and decided that they are liberal too. Mind you the majority of them don't really read or know much, but they like to roll their eyes when Iraq comes up and they curse George W. Bush. If I've seen this type once I've seen it a thousand times. It's really quite annoying.
Now, as I've written in this space many times before I am myself a registered Democrat, but I liek to think that this is so because I know and have studied the issues and come to the conclusion that this party is more harmonious with my politics. I often disagree with the party, most recently with the Schiavo issue.
I did recently tell someone about this though and I thought his response was interesting. He told me that I shouldn't be so hard on that aforementioned girl. That he believed many of the thngs he does now when he was 13 but only later come to understand the issues. I thought this was a very interesting and charitable position. How very Christian Right of me I suppose. . .
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands,
Moses
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Now, as I've written in this space many times before I am myself a registered Democrat, but I liek to think that this is so because I know and have studied the issues and come to the conclusion that this party is more harmonious with my politics. I often disagree with the party, most recently with the Schiavo issue.
I did recently tell someone about this though and I thought his response was interesting. He told me that I shouldn't be so hard on that aforementioned girl. That he believed many of the thngs he does now when he was 13 but only later come to understand the issues. I thought this was a very interesting and charitable position. How very Christian Right of me I suppose. . .
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands,
Moses
Sunday, April 03, 2005
For those of you who are interested my latest article in my weekly column entitled "The Seven Train" can be found by clicking that link. The article is called "Left Wright Left" and asks the question: "Who is the best lefthander in Mets history?"
Walk On,
Moses
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Walk On,
Moses
Friday, April 01, 2005
Been struggling all days with the terrible news of the Pope. This brilliant and amazing man seems to be nearing the end of his time on Earth.
In other news Frank Perdue has died. The Pontiff of Poultry was 84. . .
Moses
In other news Frank Perdue has died. The Pontiff of Poultry was 84. . .
Moses
