That charming quote is actually from Morrissey, that charming man. But seriously, the Oil companies have more drilling fields than they know what to do with now, specifically they "have access to some 34 billion barrels of offshore oil the haven't even developed yet." What do they possibly want with the Arctic National Wildlife Preserve? Someone had a really bad experience with a herd of Caribou, and this'll show 'em?
How much would opening up ANWR to oil exploration save hard-working American families? Basically nothing. Nothing. Nothing. But it would make some moola for someone or other, I forget who. Woops, forgive me, I just had a McCain moment. According to the well-known liberal organization, the U.S. Congress Joint Economic Committee, in a study commissioned by that even better-known liberal Ted Stevens (R-Paleozoic), gas will go down by an entire penny/gallon.
From the report:
The recent run-up in the price of crude oil has prompted new calls for the Federal government to increase its petroleum production by allowing exploration and drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR) along the northern coast of Alaska. While there is a strong incentive to provide much needed relief to American families who are currently struggling with high gasoline prices, analysis of ANWR’s projected contribution to crude oil markets suggests that relief will be neither substantial nor timely in its effect. Based on Energy Information Administration (EIA) projections of the effect of ANWR on crude oil prices, we estimate that opening up ANWR will reduce gasoline prices by just one cent, starting in 2018.
Both pictures from ANWR, licenced under Wikipedia Creative Commons Licenses.
Why are you voting for McCain? I'm voting for him because I, too, believe that Al-qaeda is in Iran. Or possibly Iraq, or perhaps somewhere along the Iraq-Pakistan border.
Back in 1992, Barbie stopped saying math was hard after Mattel received complaints from, among others, the American Association of University Women. So far, while her current career choices include baby doctor and veterinarian — and Dallas Cowboys cheerleader, too — Barbie has not branched out into technology or engineering.
This gent, Abdallah Tabarak, helped bin Laden escape by the very clever trick of taking bin Laden's satellite phone. We honed in on the phone, capturing Tabarak, oops.
So, we let Tabarak free; instead we're trying a driver that cooperated with us from, pretty nearly, the start.
Michael St. Ours, an agent with the Naval Criminal Intelligence Service, NCIS, provided the first tidbit. He testified for the prosecution that his job as a prison camps interrogator in May 2002 was to find and focus on the bodyguards among the detainees.
And Hamdan helped identify 30 of them — 10 percent of the roughly 300 detainees then held here. They had just been transferred to Camp Delta from the crude compound called Camp X-Ray, and U.S. intelligence was still trying to unmask them.
Chief among them was Casablanca-born Abdallah Tabarak, then 47, described by St. Ours as ''a hard individual,'' and, thanks to Hamdan, ``the head bodyguard of all the bodyguards.''
The New York Times has an article up, where it describes the HHS's recent proposal to broaden the definition of Abortion as follows:
The Bush administration wants to require all recipients of aid under federal health programs to certify that they will not refuse to hire nurses and other providers who object to abortion and even certain types of birth control. Under the draft of a proposed rule, hospitals, clinics, researchers and medical schools would have to sign “written certifications” as a prerequisite to getting money under any program run by the Department of Health and Human Services.
This proposed rule will put women's access to birth control and the information they need to make health care decisions at risk. It radically redefines abortion to include some of the most common and effective methods of birth control. As a result, women's ability to manage their own health care is at risk of being compromised by politics and ideology. And it will limit the rights of patients to receive complete and accurate health information and services.
This is terribly harmful to humans (women, whom the rules directly impact, and men and children whom the rules also impact, just in a slightly more indirect fashion.) The rules also permit organizations (or people in said organizations) to not perform sterilizations. Truly scary stuff.
Last night GeeBee and I went to the Crystal Ballroom for a Ray Davies solo acoustic seated show. For those of you not in the know, Ray Davies is the singer/songwriter/driving genius behind the Kinks. For those of you that can't read my mind, I think that Ray Davies is one of the finest songwriters of the last half of the 20th century--better than those poseurs the Beatles, the Beach Boys and the Stones.
The show started at 8:00 the doors opened at 7:00; Geebee was waiting in line at 3:15. I use the word "line" metaphorically, as he was the only one there for about an hour; Geebee asked, somewhat bewildered, "Am I the biggest Kinks fan in Portland?"
We got front and center seats.
I have previously pointed out that in written communications, and in arguments of any stripe, I have a very thick skin. It's difficult to insult me-about ideas. But this doesn't extend into all areas of my life. Being a twentieth century woman, my, let us delicately say--unconventional--looks have always been a source of great insecurity, and getting older, greyer, and chubbier hasn't helped any.
Cue Ray Davies. I'm front and center. He gets on stage, settles down. The stage lights light up the first couple of rows. He says "Hello Portland." "You're (looking and pointing right at me, not that far away) looking good." He then smiles. At me. Happy Birthday to me. Thanks, Ray.
Oh, and he (and his Irish attack-guitarist) sounded great.
The Kinks, Waterloo Sunset sung by Elliott Smith.
Due to popular request, here's the actual Kinks, "Lola," based on a "Great War" song about an eponymous girl of easy virtue "with a shape like a bottle of coca-cola."
This is crazy. This is beyond crazy. What this means is that if one more anti-abortion Supreme Court judge is appointed, not only will women not be able to have abortions, but we will not be able to use most forms of birth control. You better hope as hard as you can hope that McCain (who wants to overturn Roe vs. Wade) isn't elected in the fall.
This also means that many more Pharmacists, if the regulations go through, will be able to deny women contraception perscribed by their doctors, should they feel like it. Did you hear about this on the news? Me neither. Someone should be paying attention.
I have a difficult time understanding such rationales. Around 80% of fertilized eggs are naturally aborted. Yeah, only one in five fertilized eggs make it to birth. What happens to those other 4/5ths? Are they really people? Is heaven knee deep in blastomeres? (Link, above, is from the Bush administration.)
Naomi Wolfe, in only a partial post-jack, explains how to turn America into a facist country, in 10 easy steps.
Current bubbles being considered include the handheld electronics bubble, the undersea-mining-rights bubble, and the decorative office-plant bubble. Additional options include speculative trading in fairy dust—which lobbyists point out has the advantage of being an entirely imaginary commodity to begin with—and a bubble based around a hypothetical, to-be-determined product called "widgets."
I'm banking on "The Future" being packaged up into futures, myself.
(That's Ingres up there.) My Ex shares a name with a man who was martyred in England for being on the wrong side of the transubstantiation-consubstantiation debate. What side was right? The one with the bigger guns; but what they believed, I can never remember. Anyway, this battle is still playing out. Catholics believe that when the priests bless the sacrament (bread and wine), it actually turns into the body of Christ--transubstantiation. Protestants believe that the bread is just bread, the wine just wine; the transformation is metaphorical.
I never really 'got' that (some) Catholics still really really really care about such things; however, they, apparently, do. A college student has received death threats for not immediately eating the host (bread blessed by a priest transforming it into the body of christ) given to him during Mass, and has also been threatened with being booted out of his college. He put it in a ziplock bag for safekeeping.
Anyway, on with the story. A biology professor blogger who reported on it, and threatened to desecrate a "host" (a cracker)in response, has now received his own share of death threats plus bonus letters to his college requesting (politely i'm sure) his firing. Read about it here.
The S&P 500 has the same value it did 10 years ago, Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae are about to fail and take the US economy with them, but it's a beautiful day here in Portland, rilly old Velvet Underground is on the turntable, George is watering the flowers (kisses), I haven't been fired from my job for spinning during work hours, Snapdragon (who lives with her father, to my eternal despair) is flying in tomorrow, and we're about to take off to see a locally produced documentary about Noise. Uh, music, that's atonal, y'know, and, most importantly, I'm Not. Dead. Yet.
I'm getting in a car to go somewhere other than work, if only a few miles--vertigo inducing. I hope that the pounding on the screen at least rhymes with the pounding in my head; my own private music show.
Still spinning--but dealing, I remain
Djinn
Musical accompaniment--Foxy Lady, as interpreted by the Kronos Quartet.
Bonus stunning Kronos Quartet-Sigur Ros piece, because I care.