Monthly Archives: October 2006

Unexpected Meetings

Today was quite interesting, if not tiring and exasperating.  I don’t even want to go into the nonsense at work regarding that damn Halloween party tomorrow.  Having spent the afternoon decorating to no avail (I am sure), I “ran into” an old friend.  Actually, he accosted me.  We had a good talk — at least on my end — I hope to convince him to contribute here on this blog and to help me get Roberto to do so as well.  I also hope he will come speak to my students at school. . . . .

Which reminds me . . . I think Sparkly Kathleen can’t quit the chron reader blog habit.  Who am I to criticize?  I can’t either.  She’s stuck to the religious blogs and got a “BOO!” when she failed to check out the blog she was commenting on.  That’s her typical MO, so if the Kathy commenting on the reader blogs at the chron is not our beloved Kathy, I’d be truly surprised.  Give me maybe a week and I will know for sure if the commenter is the Sparkly one.

A Question and More Questions

Why would Nick Lampson go to the Shelly bonanza GWB this afternoon in Sugarland?  Why would KHOU channel 11 criticize him for not attending?  Why would Nick Lampson keep running just one (arguably good ad) and not any others?  (Is it a money thing?) Why would the RNC take credit for paying for and being responsible for the content of an ad that is technically false?

What?  That’s politics you say?  That’s the media you say?

John and David

I only have two blogs on my roll for a reason.  You cannot trust newly converted conservatives to carry the weight of opposition.

I read John Cole every day.  I don’t care for his posts.  I read his commmenters.  His commenters post links that I find very helpful.  John, on the other hand, will only vote democratic this Tuesday after next, because, like David Letterman, he is fed  up with the republicans.

 The Editors is correct.  John nor Dave will stick with us if we win the House or the Senate.  Day ONE after the election, they will be trashing democrats like mad.

 There is one truth in our country’s political discourse:  the right will whine and more ad naseum forever.

Lesson learned:  don’t trust a Republican to do a Democrat’s job.

The First hurdle — win in November.

The Second hurdle — counter all the sour Republicans.

Joe Neikro

Joe Neikro died. You remember Joe if you lived in Houston.  He was a very good pitcher and, from all accounts, a very good teammate.  Damn. Joe was the guy who taught me the knuckleball (via tv).  And he lived the ‘idea’ that if you aren’t cheating you aren’t trying!

He and his brother Phil were great supporters of women’s baseball.  I can only hope that lefty (as in pitching hand not politics) Mormon type old pitcher for the Astros Bob Knepper will go to the funeral.

RIP Joe.  I am grateful for having seen you pitch, listened to your ideas, and you had an impact on my life.  Thanks Joe.

James Webb

My clearest memory of James Webb is something he wrote that I read. It was one of those moments of clarity that one never forgets. It was in the little garage apartment on Peddie Street. At that time Houston had two newspapers. I took the Post. It had Parade Magazine in it on Sundays. James Webb had an article in Parade. What he wrote made me angry.

When I heard that Webb had come back around to the Democratic side that he had originally held, I was skeptical. I wondered what he would run on and what he might do if elected. I had formulated my view of Felix already. Webb was an unknown as a Democrat for me. I visited his website and read his editorial for the NYT there. He spoke the words I had myself. The ‘swiftboating’ of veterans by Robert Perry of Perry Homes of Houston was despicable. Despite that editorial, Robert Perry continued to fund and run ads against John Kerry and John Murtha. But Webb recognized that what Robert Perry was doing was wrong. I was inspired to support Webb.

I had some spats with wingnuts because I went out on the vast internets to counter the swiftboating of John Murtha. In one forum, Webb came up. Even back then — this past summer — there was a question of Webb’s support.

This morning, I was listening to Bennet and then Gallagher. Bennet zzzzzzz per usual. However, Gallagher came out with the Drudge report tripe from Allen, challenging his listeners to defend Webb, after having warned all to get their children out of the room, turn the radio down etc.

I looked up Webb’s books this morning at work. His campaign knew what he had written. I know it didn’t take Felix’s campaign types 5 years to read Webb’s book. Webb knew this was coming and so today, I was waiting to see the slap back. Hannity and Rush are still busy with CYA over Rush being stupid with a webcam and cheerleading for their team.

Here it is spilling out. Allen’s divorce? The issue of respect for women? That’s the Felix angle.

The Candidates’ Four Minutes

I’m watching and taping a program on PBS that has candidates having their say for four minutes.  It’s almost like classes.  You’ve got four minutes — convince me!

It’s been pretty good.  Of course, as I typed that, it goes downhill fast.  Almost painful.

They are going from the top — governor — to the district races.  This is really interesting.

I’ve learned to label my tapes, so I will be able to dissect this later.

 Oh yeah, and Kinky was on R,W & B.  It reminded my of poor old Sparkly.  I’ll always connect the two of them.


 The pack dogs were back.  Dora alerted to them and went nuts, as she always does.  I tried to scoot them along from the safety of the fenced front yard.  I hope the outside kittens are ok.  BecauseTammy is in, I hope that they went to the garage.  Since it’s been raining, I doubt they are on the carport or my neighbor’s roof.  I’ll check again in a bit.

 There was a problem with a dog pack in another neighborhood.  I remember hearing about it on the news.  Sometimes I see several dogs sleeping in Moody Park on my way to work.  I worry about them.  They are reverting back to their basic instincts.  They travel together and claim their territory.  They sleep spread out.  One morning I saw a mom with a pup near the street as I drove by.   Given my experience, I think the ones that were caught in that other neighborhood were probably put down.

I wish I could take them all in.  Tam could have joined that group and been part of that terrifying pack.  Luckily, she found her way back to the house and has been a loved member of our household ever since.  While she doesn’t interact with the outside kittens, she knows that they are her responsibility.  She watches over them, and they know they can go in her backyard when she is inside.  I started thinking tonight that when I refurbish the garage, I should make a nice nest for outside kittens — up off the ground — so they always have a place to run to — whether from rain or dog packs.