998 Hillary Clinton's Chicken and Rice Deluxe

Politicians' wives recipes are popular for fund raisers and campaigning. This recipe apparently appeared in Recipes from Hope, Arkansas (1992) and was requested by a reader of the Columbus Dispatch. I noticed it yesterday (food section is on Wednesday) and noted that I had most of the ingredients on hand, so I fixed it for supper last night. Incidentally, I think Senator Clinton is doing a fine job representing New York.

Remember the flap about Mrs. Heinz-Kerry's cookie recipe? Not only was it not very good, but it wasn't even hers by her own admission--after it was published. But I think this one looks like a recipe that a busy lawyer whose spouse also worked might fix, because it has so many short cuts popular with today's cooks--packaged rice, mayonnaise and cream of celery soup in place of a cream sauce, and canned beans. I had to make a few minor substitutions--didn't have long-grain or wild rice, so I used white. Also, I'm wondering if a 6 oz. can of green beans is a misprint, but I did have the small can on hand. Small broccoli would probably work well too. I don't add salt because the canned soup has a lot, and I used RealLemon, not juice of a lemon. But, with too many adjustments, it wouldn't be Hillary's recipe, would it?

1 package (6 oz) wild rice or long-grain and wild rice mix
2 TBS chopped green pepper
2 TBS chopped onion
2 TBS butter
2 cups cooked chopped chicken
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1 can (6 oz.) French-cut green beans, drained
1 can (10.75 oz) cream of celery soup
1/2 cup sliced water chestnuts
1/4 tsp. salt
Juice of 1 lemon
1 cup shredded cheese

I served it with toasted, buttered rolls and fresh strawberries topped with Cool Whip.

997 A heartfelt thank-you from Iraq's President

"Iraqis sometimes wonder in amazement what the debate abroad is about. Why do people continue to ask why no WMD was found?

The truth is that Saddam had, in the past, used chemical and biological weapons against his own people, and we believed he would do so again.

Of course Saddam himself was, in the view of those who opposed him, Iraq’s most dangerous WMD."

Letter to Prime Minister Tony Blair from President Jalal Talabani of Iraq

Seen at Roger L. Simon's blog.

996 A remarkable story

Rebecca writes from Whitehorse, Yukon and is about to become a Canadian (don't know from where she immigrated). I return to her site because she offers two things I enjoy--hymn stories and personal stories. Recently, Scott Gilbreath was the guest blogger, and he told his faith story. It is one of the more remarkable and unusual ones I've read. It is a reminder that if you are reading this and think, well, this isn't for me, God might have something else in mind entirely.

995 Finding a Founding Father at Meijer’s

My grocery bill would be more reasonable if I stayed out of the non-food section of Meijer’s. This week I took a stroll through the book section--some weeks it is towels, other times it might be CDs. Anyway, I came across Ron Chernow’s Alexander Hamilton and couldn’t resist. In paperback and with the 25% discount, it was $13.50.

“Hamilton's was "the most dramatic and improbable life of any of the founding fathers" (p. 713), a life "so tumultuous that only an audacious novelist could have dreamed it up" (p. 4). He grew up on St. Croix in the West Indies and by age fourteen his life was a tragedy of Dickensian proportions: his father deserted the family, his mother died, his cousin who was supposed to care for him committed suicide, and his aunt, uncle and grandmother all died. Family assets were auctioned to pay debts. He never finished high school or college. At age seventeen the orphaned, penniless Hamilton sailed to New York City, which would become his home, and began to evidence traits that would characterize his entire life—unrelenting drive, superhuman stamina for work, and a prodigious intellect.

By age twenty-two he was Washington's de facto chief of staff. After distinguishing himself as a hero in the Revolutionary War (he fought in the front lines for five years), he eventually became a key contributor to the Constitution, the primary energy behind the Federalist Papers (he wrote 51 of the 85 articles), and the first Secretary of the Treasury at age thirty-four. He founded our first central bank and financial markets, and articulated a prescient, entrepreneurial vision for a vibrant, capitalist, global economy (in contrast to Jefferson's backward-looking dream of a bucolic, agrarian America). He organized the Coast Guard and wrote plans for a military academy to train a standing army. He practiced law as one of the country's leading attorneys and started a newspaper. His published, collected works of legal, political and personal papers run to over 30 volumes.”

Although I’m not looking forward to reading 800 pages, I think he is an amazing man, and the obstacles he overcame are stunning. If I can get it read by next Monday, I’ll recommend it for next year’s book club reading list. Several years ago we read John Adams by David McCollough and it was one of our most interesting selections. But it would need to be September’s selection so people could get it read over the summer!

994 Cannabis Use a Predictor for Schizophrenia

Whether caused by alcohol or drugs, messing up a teen-ager’s developing brain seems to have life long effects. Such a pity, since they know everything by 16, right?

“Per Dr. Murray, individuals with psychotic symptoms use 2 to 3 times as much cannabis as the general population. There is, however, a question of cause vs effect: that is, does cannabis use increase the risk of psychosis or do those with psychosis choose to use cannabis in order to reduce the impact of their psychotic symptoms?

Dr. Murray quoted prior research supporting the concept that cannabis use is a cause for schizophrenia. In one study of Swedish army recruits followed over 15 years, high consumers of cannabis were 6 times as likely as noncannabis users to develop schizophrenia. This included analyses adjusting for other psychiatric illnesses and social background.[9] Also, in a recently published study of a birth cohort of children followed over 25 years, daily users of cannabis had 1.6 to 1.8 times the rates of psychotic symptoms compared with nonusers.[10] In another study, those who were cannabis users by age 18 years were 1.65 times as likely to have schizophrenia by age 26 years.[11] If they used cannabis by age 15 years, they were 4.5 times as likely to develop schizophrenia by age 26 years.”

Highlights of the American Psychopathological Association Meeting, March 3-5, 2005 as reported at http://www.medscape.com/.

993 Anybody here read Hungarian?

I used to work for a woman whose native language was Hungarian. She had little respect for English, although her command of it was awesome. She said English just didn't have any good swear words, like Hungarian. She thought Hungarian was absolutely the finest for insulting people, their ancestors, their sexuality, their integrity, God and animals. One day she got very mad and threw the telephone through the window in her office. That was back in the days when phones weren't made of light weight plastic, when they had some heft. Then she pulled it back in through the window; that was back in the days when telephones were connected to walls by wires. Then she threw it through a second window. There are things you just can't do with cell phones, like breaking windows and terrifying your staff. Perhaps she had forgotten her Hungarian and English just didn't do the trick, so she used the phone. And you probably thought nothing interesting ever happened in libraries.

I thought of her today when I saw this sign, and wondered if someone was swearing in Hungarian.

992 If there were no ALA tomorrow

it would make absolutely no difference to anyone, not librarians, not library boards and trustees, certainly not library users (also known as patrons, customers, and clients). Just for jollies, type (aka key) "Laura Bush ALA" into Google for a romp through left-wing rants on "how-dare-ALA-award-Laura Bush-anything-because-it-might-mean-she-isn't-interested-in-libraries-but-she supports-the-President's-policies." Oh, the pixels wasted by these petty tyrants who populate every ALA committee--and you thought they just walked around in sensible shoes and modest blazers, reading book reviews and restarting your computer in the reference rooms of America.

'Scuse me, you say softly, I haven't a clue what an ALA is. I'm not surprised. It is the acronym for the American Library Association. I'm not sure what it does--except collect over priced dues from members, because I had a wonderful career as a librarian and never joined. Even in the days when I was a humanist and a liberal and a Democrat, I had no use for this organization. It can't do the single most important thing a professional organization absolutely must do--get its members' salaries to a decent, 21st century level by convincing the general public and its membership that librarians are worth a living wage, that they contribute to society. It also can't get library bond issues passed--libraries are either closing or struggling on limited budgets and hours all over the country. That's probably because ALA is fixated on the federal government, although I haven't researched just where it has gone wrong.

Perhaps to keep the organization from looking downright silly, the president has had to remind these pouters on the left that in the past ALA has honored:

President Lyndon Johnson
President Jimmy Carter
Rosalyn Carter
Barbara Bush
Sen Mark Hatfield
Sen Nancy Kassebaum
Sen Claiborne Pell
Sen Paul Simon
Rep Pat Williams
Sen Al Gore
Sen Robert Kerrey
Sen Jack Reed
Sen Edward Kennedy
Sen Robert Byrd
Sen William Cohen
Sen Thomas Eagleton
Sen James Exon
Sen Tom Harkin
Sen John Rockefeller IV
Sen Olympia Snowe
Sen Ted Stevens
Sen Ralph Yarborough
Sen Lister Hill
Sen Hubert Humphrey
Sen Wendell Ford
Rep Sid Yates
Rep Vic Fazio
Rep Daniel Flood
Rep Don Fraser
Rep Sam Gibbons
Rep William Goodling
Rep Edward Markey
Rep Pat Roberts
Rep Edith Green
Rep John Fogarty
Rep Verne Ehlers
Rep Carl Elliott
Rep Silvio Conte
Rep Duke Cunningham
Rep Ralph Regula
Rep Pete Hoekstra
Rep Major Owens
Rep John Porter
Rep William Ford
Rep William Natcher
Secretary of Education Richard Riley
Secretary of Education William Bennett

Sigh. What a bunch of whiners and babies the left is.

991 Weather Report

A blog is a "web log," a diary you keep on the internet. Therefore, it is OK to place an entry in your very own personal diary about the crazy weather. It is April 24, 2005, Dear Diary, 3:30 in the afternoon, and snowing. Even in Ohio, I think this is a record. My daughter called from Cleveland last night to check on our weather. They had gone up to help her in-laws and she had become quite ill and was checking on travel conditions for the trip home. They already had an inch on the ground in Cleveland, but we just had a mist, I told her. By 6:30 this morning, I looked out over stretches of white. But I must say, a coating of snow on the bright green grass, the flowering crabs and the yellow and red tulips is an awesome sight.

Occasionally, I look at my mother's letters, but only for her hand writing. Mother was a saint, everyone says so, but even reading between the lines I can't find her. Her letters were crop and weather reports, and somehow, re-reading how the garden was doing and what storm had just passed on June 14, 1973 isn't terribly fascinating 30+ years later. Except to recall how she looked in the garden in her straw hat, her fingers twitching in wet leather gloves waiting for me to finish talking so she could get back to the weeding. And the storms are lovely to recall, because here in the city we might see something coming up over the trees suddenly, but staring out over the soybeans and corn in Lee County Illinois, the storms are magnificent, rolling, boiling, and sometimes fooling you and skipping on over to Amboy or Rochelle.

One time back in the 1950s we children found my father's letters written while he was a Marine in WWII. Daddy had won an award for typing at Polo high school--30 wpm I think I saw on the card. It was that, or possibly his age (30 when he enlisted) or number of dependants, that probably kept him out of combat to return home to his wife, four children, large extended family, and job at the end of 1945. The letters were tied with a pink ribbon and tucked under blankets in the attic chest, so of course it was an invitation for little folks to read them. Mother was a calm, reasonable, rational person who rarely raised her voice or scolded, but she decided that those letters then must be destroyed. Our discovery in the attic may be the reason her own letters were about temperatures, soil, root crops and compost. It's possible she may have written about snow in April. Some day I'll check.

Unintended consequences

If you read no other article on gay marriage, read this one (it's long). After laying out the history of what major reforms in income tax, welfare and divorce have done to society in general, with everything coming home to roost that the reformers assured us wouldn't happen, she says she has no opinion or advice, but. . .

"My only request is that people try to be a leeetle more humble about their ability to imagine the subtle results of big policy changes. The argument that gay marriage will not change the institution of marriage because you can't imagine it changing your personal reaction is pretty arrogant. It imagines, first of all, that your behavior is a guide for the behavior of everyone else in society, when in fact, as you may have noticed, all sorts of different people react to all sorts of different things in all sorts of different ways, which is why we have to have elections and stuff. And second, the unwavering belief that the only reason that marriage, always and everywhere, is a male-female institution (I exclude rare ritual behaviors), is just some sort of bizarre historical coincidence, and that you know better, needs examining. If you think you know why marriage is male-female, and why that's either outdated because of all the ways in which reproduction has lately changed, or was a bad reason to start with, then you are in a good place to advocate reform. If you think that marriage is just that way because our ancestors were all a bunch of repressed bastards with dark Freudian complexes that made them homophobic bigots, I'm a little leery of letting you muck around with it."

989 Self-Esteem--were we all duped?

This article on self-esteem was published about two months ago, but I just came across it. Written by John Fischer, "Forget about Self-Esteem" points out that there is no research to support that the mantra of the last 30 years about the importance of high self-esteem is at all valid.

"I read this article with jaw-dropping amazement at the matter-of-fact nature in which all this was stated. “A generation — and many millions of dollars — later,” Baumeister writes, “it turns out we may have been mistaken.” That sounds awfully hollow after thirty years of a lie. If psychologists are the secular priests of our generation, then it’s as if they are confessing to us they’ve been following the wrong god for the last thirty years, and are now recommending we switch religions with about the same level of compassion for leading us astray as Britney Spears expressed in her early hit “Oops!... I Did It Again.” "

Fischer concludes that our own realization of the hollowness of this "religion of self-esteem" may account for the success of Rick Warren's book. "It's not about you," Warren asserts.

"The central message of Purpose Driven Life is that true meaning in life is found in discovering we were made to worship God and serve one another, and the happiest lives are going to be spent in focusing outwardly instead of inwardly. It’s as if a generation has been trying to find itself and someone has come along and said: Listen up folks. You’re looking in the wrong place. You don’t find yourself by looking inside, you find yourself by looking out, and finding your place in the wider scheme of what we know as God’s will. Or, to put it in Jesus’ words, “He who would lose his life for my sake will find it.” "

988 Suggested state mottoes

This is going around the Internet. Hugh Hewitt says he doesn't know the source, and Release the Hounds cites, Hugh, so I don't know where it started. But to look at Florida and Washington's slogans, it must be pretty recent. Minnesota's is funny. Ohio's could be worse, considering we rank 50th in the governorship battle, and have recently made the news 3 days in a row on the Glenn Beck show for an inept gubernatorial candidate (Mayor of Columbus) who sounds like Jesse Jackson in reverse.

Alabama
Hell Yes, We Have Electricity.

Alaska
11,623 Eskimos Can't Be Wrong!

Arizona
But It's A Dry Heat.

Arkansas
Literacy Ain't Everything.

California
By 30, Our Women Have More Plastic Than Your Honda.

Colorado
If You Don't Ski, Don't Bother.

Connecticut
Like Massachusetts,
Only The Kennedy's Don't Own It Yet.

Delaware
We Really Do Like The Chemicals In Our Water.

Florida
Ask Us About Our Grandkids
And Our Voting Skills.

Georgia
We Put The Fun In Fundamentalist Extremism.

Hawaii
Haka Tiki Mou Sha'ami Leeki Toru
(Death To Mainland Scum,Leave Your Money)

Idaho
More Than Just Potatoes...
Well, Okay, We're Not, But The Potatoes Sure Are Real Good

Illinois
Please, Don't Pronounce the "S"

Indiana
2 Billion Years Tidal Wave Free

Iowa
We Do Amazing Things With Corn

Kansas
First Of The Rectangle States

Kentucky
Five Million People; Fifteen Last Names

Louisiana
We're Not ALL Drunk Cajun Wackos,
But That's Our Tourism Campaign.

Maine
We're Really Cold, But We Have Cheap Lobster

Maryland
If You Can Dream It, We Can Tax It

Massachusetts
Our Taxes Are Lower Than Sweden's
And Our Senators Are More Corrupt!

Michigan
First Line Of Defense From The Canadians

Minnesota
10,000 Lakes...And 10,000,000,000,000 Mosquitoes

Mississippi
Come And Feel Better About Your Own State

Missouri
Your Federal Flood Relief Tax Dollars At Work

Montana
Land Of The Big Sky, The Unabomber, Right-wing Crazies,
and Honest Elections!

Nebraska
Ask About Our State Motto Contest

Nevada
Hookers and Poker!

New Hampshire
Go Away And Leave Us Alone

New Jersey
You Want A ##$%##! Motto?
I Got Yer ##$%##! Motto
Right here!

New Mexico
Lizards Make Excellent Pets

New York
You Have The Right To Remain Silent,
You Have The Right
To An Attorney...And No Right To Self Defense!

North Carolina
Tobacco Is A Vegetable

North Dakota
We Really Are One Of The 50 States!

Ohio
At Least We're Not Michigan

Oklahoma
Like The Play, But No Singing

Oregon
Spotted Owl...It's What's For Dinner

Pennsylvania
Cook With Coal

Rhode Island
We're Not REALLY An Island

South Carolina
Remember The Civil War?
Well, We Didn't Actually Surrender Yet

South Dakota
Closer Than North Dakota

Tennessee
Home of the Al Gore Invention Museum.

Texas
Se Hablo Ingles

Utah
Our Jesus Is Better Than Your Jesus

Vermont
Ay, Yep

Virginia
Who Says Government Stiffs And Slackjaw Yokels Don't Mix?

Washington
Our Governor can out-fraud your Governor!

West Virginia
One Big Happy Family...Really!

Wisconsin
Come Cut Cheese!

Wyoming
Where Men Are Men... And The Sheep Are Scared

&
The District of Columbia
The Work-Free Drug Place!

987 Escape and Acquisition

Library Dust is probably one of the finest blogs about books and the experience of becoming a librarian that I've read. I don't know if he has finally found the job of his dreams, or if he is still looking, but he always has thoughtful, wandering essays that take you to places you didn't expect. Recently he has written about a childhood made less painful by reading what was available in the library.

"By way of escape I mean that the experience of reading transported me to other places, and not so much that as it kept me from inhabiting, at least consciously, a world that was by turns dull and disappointing. I do not recall a single day of elementary or middle school that rose above the level of boredom; the days seemed to last forever and be filled with nothing, the journey from Monday to Friday being an interminable passage over a becalmed sea in deep fog. I do not recall inspired teachers, only rote and routine. Very early in the game I got into the habit of reading my own books in class; pretty soon this got me into trouble because of what I wasn’t doing, which is to say, the assigned work. I filtered downward into the classes for the lazy and less-intelligent students, and rather preferred the lack of challenge. There, in the land of the dumb, the boy who read books was a relief from the usual recalcitrant or slow child, and I was left largely to my own devices. In the rear of every classroom sat a large set of encyclopedias to which I could refer when my own book was finished; I went from Aardvark to Zenith and back again, over and over. I was the best behaved bad child in the school; my brother chose a more conventional path of disobedience and suffered for it. Not me: I learned that the most important thing is not to cause audible trouble. I can count on one hand the homework assignments I completed on time, but I never went to the principal’s office once. I presented a confusing set of signals and my teachers, being busy people, chose to deal with the reader rather than the rebel. All of which was good for a young book addict."

Having loved school myself, I can't imagine the kind of classrooms and teachers he describes. I lived in tiny school districts, Forreston and Mt. Morris, Illinois, but with the exception of a few total losers (a man fired before the classes started who was a pedophile who had submitted false credentials, a music teacher we ran out of town because we were so rotten, and a coach who was fired because he exposed himself), I had outstanding teachers totally committed to making learning, self discipline and common decency important to children. Even my first/second grade teacher (who may still be alive: she was over 100 the last I heard) who was mean as dirt, taught me to read with phonics, spell, figure out paragraphs and made a huge display of my art work. However, little girls did have it easier in school than noisy, smelly, sweaty little boys, so your mileage with school memories will vary depending on gender.

Michael then continues with his unhappy recollections: "Escape also had to do with home life, which was usually just as boring as school but had the added feature of a father who swung between the poles of depression and anxiety, and who learned fatherhood in the “don’t make me hit you” school of parenting. The lighter forms of discipline meted out in my house would get a kid removed to a foster home these days; the heavier ones would land you in the emergency room. My father snarled when he was upset, and it took very little to disturb his equanimity. He was in fact an alcoholic who never drank, who suppressed his cravings with work, and indeed, overwork. When the Old Man had drunk his fill of teaching, he went to a school board meeting or political function. He never did anything halfway except raise kids; he tossed occasional scraps of caring to his two sons and left us to fight over them. My brother became an alcoholic and drug addict about the time I was burying myself in books, and for the same reason. Neither of us has changed habits much over the years."

Although I had the usual disagreements with my parents, particularly because I was a real smart-mouth teen-ager who knew everything, I'd give my parents a gold medal. Reading accounts of childhood like Library Dust's makes me grieve for the little guy he was, figuring out life through books instead of observing adults. My parents didn't drink, smoke, scream, or embarrass the family; they weren't lazy but weren't workaholics either; they were active in church and community; I could count on one hand the number of times I walked into my house and one of my parents weren't there; they were frugal and giving both; they weren't particularly social folks having large extended families instead of close friends; and perhaps most important for a child to feel secure, they loved and admired and respected each other.

I read a lot as a child too (mainly horse stories, dog stories and history), and often visited the library, but mainly as a place to hang out with friends--afterall, there are no malls in towns of 2800. Books didn't really begin to matter to me until I was about 25--and it took library school to open those doors for me. Today's librarians are increasingly computer geeks, interested in manipulating and managing "information" and "knowledge." Not much solace in that, now is there?

986 As the weather turns nasty in Ohio

The artificial floral arrangement I have on the outside wall next to the front door is looking springy and welcoming. I bought it at Merlin's in Oregon, IL when we visited there earlier in the month. It has to be one of the nicest foral/gift stores in the midwest, so if you're ever in the area, stop for a visit or call (815)732-2969 to send flowers in the area. However, even this attractive basket can't cover for the cold, sloppy turn our weather has made. Last week the 80s, and now snow is predicted, at least for the counties north of us. It may be the latest snow we've had on record.

While at Caribou this morning I noticed two moms dressed in their black and gold "crew" sweats. Recalling the times I've seen the chilled and wet supporters along the river when I went to McDonald's along Rt. 33 years ago, I said, "Is there ever good weather for Crew events?" They laughed and said they had actually been on their way to Cincinnati when they got word that the weather was so bad the event was cancelled. "So we stopped for coffee and thought we'd go stand in the rain to drink it," they laughed. They were soon on their cell phones consoling their kids who were already there and terribly disappointed at the cancellation. Moms. Aren't they just the greatest?

985 "Broader" clothing line for Latinas?

In keeping with my occasional highlighting of women bloggers of quality, today's feature is Latina Lista, who notes the unfortunate headline in the Chicago Sun Times business section that ""Sears partners with Latina magazine to sell new, broader fashion line." Her complaint is much the same as any other American woman--clothing is designed for tweens, teens and twenties, and the rest of us just look silly putting on that junk (and so do the kids much of the time).

Marisa Treviño is from Texas and tracks articles of interest to Latinas. I noticed her on the Media Bloggers list and right away picked up on her excellent and lively style. And no wonder! Can I spot them or what? When I read her bio I see she is a professional journalist and radio personality who has added blogging to her portfolio. She has also written plays.

Do you like fly fishing?

On Fridays I like to browse the real estate ads in the Wall Street Journal. I get my jollies wondering about people who sell $25 million dollar homes in the desert. But today I saw a cottage on the AuSable River in Michigan for $179,900. The photo looked pretty sweet--a log cabin built in 1930 with 700 ft. frontage and a private trout pond and boat house. Nice little porch--looked to be a smallish 2-3 bedroom, one bath summer place. Probably not the best kitchen or bath, but you can't beat the price and location (if you like to fish, and I don't). So I looked it up on the internet and found it after two or three clicks, despite not having a URL. Really cute. Go in with another two families and have yourself a nice fishing retreat.


AuSable River Cottage

Call Chad at 231-499-8292. Full info here.

983 For Grieving John Kerry Fans

Recently we heard that a woman in our former neighborhood sunk into a deep depression after the election, is getting a divorce, moving and selling the house. I thought some of those stories of post-election depression were a bit overblown, but I guess it really happened. In Boogie Jack's lastest Newsletter 124, he refers to a site called CDBaby; a little CD store with the best new independent music. This site includes album art, which I always enjoy browsing, and in it I found Independents 4 Kerry. You can sample all the songs, and if you are still depressed, I recommend "One of those days" by Doug Segree which is a foot tapping and happy song. The CD includes 2 hours and 20 minutes of executable video and streaming media, so depending on your state of mind, view at your own risk.

Now if you were pleased with the results of the election, the site also has a CD of comedy routines that includes hip-hop, disco and R & B called Kerry Waffles by Burt and Kurt.

It's really a very interesting site, and if you are a struggling but talented musician, it could be the place to sell your art. Thanks for the tip, Boogie Jack.

982 Not Catholic

James Lileks says it best, although I've seen this thought on a number of Protestant blogs:

"I have no stake in the matter of who’s the Pope – or do I? Choose a cardinal who issues a homily titled “On the Need to Gas Grandpa When He Starts Crapping Himself” – I’m sure it would sound better in Latin – and this might have an impact on the society where I hope to find myself in 30 years. The selection of Ratzinger was initially heartening, simply because he made the right people apoplectic. I’m still astonished that some can see a conservative elevated to the papacy and think: a man of tradition? As Pope? How could this be? As if there this was some golden moment that would usher in the age of married priests who shuttle between blessing third-trimester abortions and giving last rites to someone who’s about to have the chemical pillow put over his face. At the risk of sounding sacreligious: it’s the Catholic Church, for Christ’s sake! You’re not going to get someone who wants to strip off all the Baroque ornamentation of St. Peter’s and replace them with IKEA wine racks, okay?" Read it here.

Homocon has a few choice words for liberal Catholics, like Andrew Sullivan, who claim to be political conservatives:

"Cruising by Andy's website of late has become akin to slowing down the car and craning for a better look at the bloody wreck by the side of the road -- it's messy, it's ugly and thank God it's not me.

From his petulant, foot-stomping dislike of the current President (and Karl Rove), his outright campaigning for John Kerry (who represents the worst sort of excesses of the Democratic Party), his Eeyore-ic mutterings regarding the necessary political and cultural revamp of the Middle East (starting with Iraq), and now his flailing, spittle-flecked tantrums over the Catholic Church's selection of a Pope who embodies the moral, social and political philosophies of, well, the Catholic Church, I think we can all safely assume that little Andy's "I'm a Gay Conservative . . . really!" charade is long past over."

981 Majoring in minors

Roger Simon wonders about whether the Committee has grasped the major concepts of UN dysfunctional family in this Bolton discussion: "I have no personal knowledge of John Bolton or of the degree to which the administration's nominee for UN ambassador is a hothead who mistreats subordinates, but color me suspicious he is much worse than the clowns who sit in judgment of him on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee." Read the rest here.

980 First they drank my soda pop

Now they are watching my movies! Those average Americans are at it again. This dentist says there are enough carbonated soft drinks consumed in this country each year for each American to drink 53 gallons, so since I drink two or three max, someone is drinking my pop! (There is enough sugar in one can of pop to get the maximum for one day, and even the diet pop has enough acid to eat the enamel on your teeth, so you can have mine.) Now USAToday says that in 2000 Americans spent 57 hours a year watching videos and DVDs, and now it is up to 83, and projected to be 98 for 2007. So far in 2005, I've watched one Blondie DVD, or about 80 minutes, and last year I think I had a few videos on Spanish verbs and one on train travel from the library.

979 What does he say about authors he dislikes?

About five years ago, Harold Bloom, defender of the Western Canon, offended millions of fans by calling Harry Potter a total waste of time and energy. “And yet I feel a discomfort with the Harry Potter mania, and I hope that my discontent is not merely a highbrow snobbery, or a nostalgia for a more literate fantasy to beguile (shall we say) intelligent children of all ages. Can more than 35 million book buyers, and their offspring, be wrong? yes, they have been, and will continue to be for as long as they persevere with Potter.” (Wall Street Journal 7-11-2000). Here.

In today’s Wall Street Journal he writes that “J.K. Rowling and Stephen King are equally bad writers. . .” and advises one to reread Hans Christian Andersen, Dickens, Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear for the real thing rather than Rowling and King. And although he admires Andersen’s stories (I think) and recommends him for “children of all ages,” he certainly doesn’t think much of the man. He calls him a narcissistic pagan, prophet of annihilation, blithely insouciant, sadistic, endlessly wandering to Byzantium, a theorist of seduction, monument of narcissism, self-obsessed monomaniac, of solipsistic vision, sexually frustrated homoerotic, a pagan in his art, driven by fame and honor and animistic.

The article is a messy stroll through the Western Canon, and either Bloom is not a particularly fluid writer himself, or some WSJ editor had to hatchet his way through it to reduce its size. In a marathon of name dropping he mentions: Nietzsche, Whitman, Kierkegaard, (Rowling, King, Dickens, Carroll, Lear), Heine, Hugo, Lamartine, Vigny, Mendelsohn, Schumann, the Brownings, Hoffmann, Gogol, Kleist, Lawrence, Kafka, Shakespeare, Blake, Tolstoy, Freud, Byron, Hemingway and Schopenhauer. That’s a lot to pack into an article about a guy who is famous for kids’ fairy tales.

And to think that the very first book I was given as a child was “The Ugly Duckling.”