...busting up my brains for the words

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Blogaversary today v.02

It was two years ago today that the Fraters Libertas guys convinced me (to their regret) to begin blogging. I shall celebrate by wilding in the park all day.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

News of the weird

This story in the Star Tribune sort of lumbered up and freaked me out:

The 81-year-old father of U.S. Sen. Norm Coleman was cited for lewd conduct and indecent exposure Tuesday for allegedly having sex in a vehicle with a 38-year-old woman, according to police reports.

But really. It seems to me that the person who ought to be arrested is the cop or whoever discovered these shenanigans. It takes a real pervert to gawk at a pair of old-timers and see what they were up to when they're peeled. Give the old guy a break, I say. After all, a little risky business is sometimes the cure to excite the old libido when you get to the wrinkled age of 81.

A little respect for our elders, please?

Thursday, July 20, 2006

How to make money at home

Sell all your stored up junk on eBay.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

This blog is no more

Well folks, it's been fun and it's been a learning experience, but I'm trashing pinkmonkeybird blog into the ashbin of history.
Readers will know that I've been wrestling with the lefty name of this blog. I recently rationalized that I should continue it, despite the pink name. But my gut feeling is that my needs have outgrown the founding idea of this blog and so I'm discontinuing it. Thanks go to any and all readers who have visited here to find what I've got to say.

But I haven't stopped blogging. I will now write as Diamond Dog in Freedom Dogs blog. In fact, I've submitted a post just today. Once the moderator ok's it, it just might get published.

Just to be on the safe side, I'll keep this blog active for another week or so before I kack it.

UPDATE: It's been pointed out to me by Ed of Monkeywatch that it would be unwise to kack this blog just yet. If I kack it, subhuman real estate spammers will appropriate my name and hawk poisoned ground in my name. Therefore, this blog will remain as a tombstone to a dead idea. Thanks for visiting. Now go to Freedom Dogs. Bow wow. Woof woof.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

John kenneth galbraith, rip

Today, at the age of 97, economist, author and ambassador John Kenneth Galbraith passed away.

That this giant of economic history has only just passed now is amazing. He was very influential to the economic ideas of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt. But moreso, Galbraith was very much the soul of Lyndon Baines Johnson's Great Society, the natural successor to FDR's New Deal Big Government.

In the 1930s, when Galbraith began work with FDR's big government machine, the world was seeing a consistent trend toward state centralization and planning. In the Soviet Union it was the economic plans of the Kremlin. In Nazi Germany, the Fuehrer dictated economic policy. The Roosevelt Administration was America's version of this historic trend and Galbraith cut his teeth there. As Red State blog points out;

In speaking of his appointment as the head of the Office of Price Controls in the (Franklin) Roosevelt, Galbraith noted that his staff at the OPC was initially sized at 7 people.

It eventually reached 15,000.

15,000 people. And they were in charge of price controls.

Galbraith authored, The Affluent Society, in which he argued that Americas corporations had grown too large and were growing ever wealthier at the expense of the poor. It can be said that the writing of this book led to LBJ's "war on poverty", a dismal failure that not only failed to eradicate poverty, it only served to make big government yet bigger.

In short, Galbraith was a key player in steering America away from the free ideals of its founding, changing her forever, despite Ronald Reagan's subsequent revolution, into a state of big taxes and liberal wealth redistribution.

I win "most eligible bachelor"

After much drama and suspense and a nose-to-nose race, I have been voted the MOB's Most Eligible Bachelor. I accept this honor with great reverence and seriousness and sobriety immediately after the ginormous bender I am launching tonight. Nihilist In Golf Pants points out:

This is indeed an upset victory as PMB actually conceded the decision to Andy early last week.

I tried to help AAA garner as many votes as he could. I felt that it was the only honorable thing to do in a contest between gentlemen. Heck, I even voted for AAA, but I won't tell you how often. It is my solemn belief that this honor will lead to meeting someone special, devotion and love will follow, culminating in my lifelong enslavement to a woman who knows that if she works me hard enough, I can one day be worthy of her.

I imagine one of the first things she'll command is that I drop my effeminate blogger name. Consider it done.

Friday, April 28, 2006

United 93

I just saw the new 9/11 movie, United 93 downtown at the Block E Crown Theater. The show times were designed to capitalize on the boxoffice draw, so it seems. Usually, I can see a movie at 5:30 and pay a measly $5 or so at matinee rates. This movie had a showtime of 4:15 and the next one was at 7:25. Since I, like a lot of workers, get off my job at 5 0'clock, I had to pay $8 and change. No wonder people are staying away from theaters and opting to watch movies at home.
Nevertheless, I would say the audience I viewed this movie with numbered about 100 heads. So that's an extra $300 for this one show that the Crown Theater is pulling in.

But I'm not writing this post in order to report how much it costs a body to watch a movie on the notorious E Block, where a man was recently shot dead on the sidewalk. I'm writing this entry as a review of United 93. So let's roll.

The film is shot in the documentary drama style. Jittery cameras. Off color timing. Guerrilla style moviemaking. And this proves to be a very effective style to tell this particular story, as we very soon come to believe that we are there on the plane, there in the control room, with the people of this story. And of course, that's our natural default setting in the first place, as there is not a single person in the auditorium who isn't intimately familiar with the occurrences of that day and what they felt when they learned of the attacks.

The movie begins with the al Qaeda terrorists getting out of cabs, praying in their hotel rooms, preparing for what we all know they are about to do. But the film is so purely docu-drama, the filmmakers do not even tell who these men are. We hear them speaking Arabic. We see their brown faces. But there is no dramatic device such as a phone call from Afghanistan with instructions or any such kind of contrived scripting. The filmmakers know that their audience has plenty of wheels turning in their heads already. They wisely choose not to let the movie get in the way of that anticipation.

September 11, 2001 was a beautiful, gloriously sunny and calm day to begin with. And we see air traffic controllers going about their jobs with competence and good spirits and intelligence and professionalism. How ironic, the viewer feels these innocent moments are, as the shock of a foreign attack overwhelms them in the moments to come.

Frankly, I'd forgotten some of my United flight 93 history. I'd forgotten that the terrorists had seized the cockpit and that the brave passengers took it back. But I had to wonder how much of this movie was dramatic speculation and how much of it is known to be accurate. One never gets the sense that any detail of this movie is embellished for dramatic effect. When one of the passenger/attackers says, "I don't give a damn if that bomb is real or if it's fake. I'm going to take it away from him. I'm going for his hand. I'm going to break his arm," I have no reason to believe that was invented out of thin air. We know that the passengers of United 93 used phones to call home and tell what was happening. And this is depicted in the movie as well. The whole experience is as organic as Buddy Hackett.

I don't think I can spoil much by telling what happens in this movie. All of us know that it crashed in a field in Pennsylvania and everyone died. But I can inform you that it is a ride of a movie, fueled by the knowledge that it really happened and that anyone of us watching the movie might have been aboard Flight 93 that morning, given the circumstances.
When the movie faded to black, women were gently weeping, couples and small groups of friends were hugging where they stood before their seats. I kid you not.
In the final battle for the cockpit, I was gripping my own forearms tightly in tense anticipation of what was going to happen on the screen.

There has been some voiced reservation that this movie is too intense, too soon after the day of it's horrible telling. I think that's nonsense. I urge every American to see this movie, to think about what they hope they would do under similar circumstances and to remember the bravery of the passengers of United 93.

Moral of the story; There were many aboard the plane who were too gripped in fear to do anything. There were some who tenaciously clung to the belief that if they behaved well, the hijackers would let them all go safely. It seems to me that's a parable of what's still going on in the world and in this country. Those who opposed the disarming of Iraq remind me of the European fellow on the flight who argued that everything would be fine if they did nothing. Like the brave passengers of Flight 93, we have to be realistic about the evil intentions of the bad guy. We cannot trust that all will be well if we do nothing.

Monday, April 24, 2006


My good friend, AAA over at Residual Forces is appealing to the MOB's good judgment to vote for him as MOB Most Eligible Bachelor.
He seems to want it more than I do, (sadly pathetic as that may be) so I endorse Andy as the best choice. Then, when he snarfs up the trophy, I get to mop up the leftovers. And I don't even have to buy a ring.
Fiendishly clever, eh?

Best of luck, Andy.

UPDATE: I should have pointed out that my other good friend, Kevin of EckerNet is vying for this honor as well, though he lags far behind in votes. Your votes would also be well spent on Kevin's good name. Word has it that Mitch of Shot In The Dark has taken himself out of the running. In other words, he's not eligible.