David Treuer’s fifth report in his series on Indian casinos appears to be the last. Too bad. It’s been interesting.
If you haven’t started the series, begin here.
David Treuer’s fifth report in his series on Indian casinos appears to be the last. Too bad. It’s been interesting.
If you haven’t started the series, begin here.
Today is the birthday
… of Earl Weaver. The former Orioles manager is 79.
… of Dash Crofts. The Crofts of Seals and Crofts is 69.
… of David Crosby. The Crosby of Crosby, Stills and Nash is 68. Mama Cass introduced Crosby, Stills and Nash to one another in 1968. Before that, of course, Mr. Crosby was in another Hall of Fame group, The Byrds.
… of Steve Martin, born in Waco, Texas. He’s 64 today. (And not last Friday as incorrectly posted.)
… of Susan St. James. The wife of McMillan and Wife is 63. McMillan was played by Rock Hudson.
… of Danielle Steel. The author is 62.
… of Gary Larson. The Far Side cartoonist is 59.
… of Earvin “Magic” Johnson. Magic is 50, as is actress Marcia Gay Harden.
… of Susan Olsen. Cindy, of The Brady Bunch, is 48.
… of Halle Berry. The Academy Award winner is 43.
… of Ernest Thayer, the man who wrote “Casey at the Bat,” born on this date in 1863 (and not August 7, as incorrectly reported).
Today is the 64th anniversary of the end of World War II; V-J[apan] Day or V-P[acific] Day. That’s Alfred Eisenstaedt’s famous photo. The nurse has been identified as Edith Cullen Shain. She was 27 that day. No one knows who the sailor was. Click the image for a larger version.
“We can never insure one hundred percent of the population against one hundred percent of the hazards and vicissitudes of life, but we have tried to frame a law which will give some measure of protection to the average citizen and to his family against the loss of a job and against poverty-ridden old age.”
Franklin Delano Roosevelt on signing the Social Security Act 74 years ago today.
I know, the death panel allegation people don’t want facts, but for those that do The New York Times has some journalism today.
“There is nothing in any of the legislative proposals that would call for the creation of death panels or any other governmental body that would cut off care for the critically ill as a cost-cutting measure.”
The Times discusses the sources of the misinformation, “openly emanating months ago from many of the same pundits and conservative media outlets that were central in defeating President Bill Clinton’s health care proposals 16 years ago.”
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Wait for it, the best line of the day is here.
Los Angeles Times has a new online look.
I like it. Albuquerque Journal please take notice. Clutter is not welcoming!
Because there will never be enough Les Paul.
Filmed in 2003. He was 88.
Man carrying “death to Obama” sign at Maryland town hall detained by Secret Service.
The full sign actually read: “Death To Obama, Death To Michelle And Her Two Stupid Kids”
It isn’t freedom of speech to yell “fire” in a crowded theater and this kind of protest isn’t freedom of speech either. These people should be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.
And any politician or media celebrity who doesn’t speak forcefully against this type of behavior should be run out of office or fail to find advertisers.
“It troubled me at first to hear that your followers would be deciding the fate our grandparents — i.e., who would be rescued, and who would be thrown on the death pile. Then I began to wonder if there might be some sort of rebate program for those of us whose grandparents are all dead. Since no one in my family from this generation will need to be processed, I wonder if the government might be willing to pay $100 in savings per grandparent — sort of a variation on the ‘Cash for Clunkers.'”
“Recently, we flew back to New York to consult with perhaps the world expert on Myasthenia. After reviewing her symptoms and treatment he declared that the doctors in Scotland were doing all the right things. He then asked how much this cost. He had a bit of a hard time understanding that the cost was exactly zero.”
Damn socialists.
“Les Paul, the virtuoso guitarist and inventor whose solid-body electric guitar and recording studio innovations changed the course of 20th-century popular music, died Thursday in White Plains, N.Y. He was 94.”
“The only reason I invented these things was because I didn’t have them and neither did anyone else. I had no choice, really.”
Paul played every Monday night until June.
Fidel Alejandro Castro Ruz is 83 today.
Ben Hogan was born on this date in 1912. Hogan was the great golfer of mid-century, overcoming injuries from a severe, near-fatal auto accident. Hogan won four U.S. Opens, two Masters, two PGAs and one British Open between 1946-53.
Alfred Hitchcock was born on this date in 1899. The director was nominated for the Academy Award for best director five times, but never won. The nominations were for Rebecca, Life Boat, Spellbound, Rear Window and Psycho. CNN did a retrospective on Hitchcock on his 100th birthday and included a list of his “ten best” films.
10. “Strangers on a Train” (1951)
9. “The Man Who Knew Too Much” (1934, 1956)
8. “To Catch a Thief” (1955)
7. “Dial M for Murder” (1954)
6. “The 39 Steps” (1935)
5. “North by Northwest” (1959)
4. “The Birds” (1963)
3. “Psycho” (1960)
2. “Vertigo” (1958)
1. “Rear Window” (1954)
Little Sure Shot — Annie Oakley —
was born on this date in 1860. Larry McMurtry’s excellent essay “Inventing the West” from the August 2000 issue of The New York Review of Books tells us about this famous performer.
Annie Oakley (Phoebe Ann Moses—or Mosey) grew up poor in rural Ohio, shot game to feed her family, shot game to sell, was pressed into a shooting contest with a touring sharpshooter named Frank Butler, beat him, married him, stayed with him for fifty years, and died three weeks before he did in 1926.
When Annie Oakley and Frank Butler offered themselves to Cody the Colonel was dubious. His fortunes were at a low ebb, and shooting acts abounded. But he gave Annie Oakley a chance. She walked out in Louisville before 17,000 people and was hired immediately. Nate Salsbury, Cody’s tight-fisted manager, who did not spend lavishly and who rarely highlighted performers, happened to watch Annie rehearse and promptly ordered seven thousand dollars’ worth of posters and billboard art.
Annie Oakley more than justified the expense. Sitting Bull, normally a taciturn fellow, saw her shoot in Minnesota and could not contain himself. Watanya cicilia, he called her, his Little Sure Shot. Small, reserved, Quakerish, she seemed to live on the lemonade Buffalo Bill dispensed free to all hands. In London she demolished protocol by shaking hands with Princess Alexandra. She shook hands with Alexandra’s husband, the Prince of Wales, too, though, like his mother the Queen, she strongly disapproved of his behavior with the ladies. In France the Parisians were glacially indifferent to buffalo, Indians, cowboys, and Cody—Annie Oakley melted them so thoroughly that she had to go through her act five times before she could escape. In Germany she likened Bismarck to a mastiff.
In 1901 she was almost killed in a train wreck. Annie claimed that it was the wreck that caused her long auburn hair to turn white overnight; skeptics said her hair turned white because she left it in hot water too long while at a spa. She continued to shoot into the 1920s. In her last years she looked rather like Nancy Astor. Will Rogers visited her not long before her death and pronounced her the perfect woman. Probably not until Billie Jean King and the rise of women’s tennis had a female outdoor performer held the attention of so many people. She became part of the “invention” that is the West by winning her way with a gun: a man’s thing, the very thing, in fact, that had won the West itself.
Annie was her nickname as a child. Oakley was a stage name. Offstage she referred to herself as Mrs. Frank Butler. Photo taken 1902 when Oakley was 42. Click image for larger version.
The Aztecs surrendered to Cortés on this date in 1521.
I attended a funeral this morning, and while sitting there before the service began quietly contemplating the things one contemplates at a funeral, it did occur to me that I could count all the deceased I have ever viewed in person on one hand.
And one of those was Vladimir Lenin.
This short piece at The Atlantic Business Channel barely scratches the surface, but indications are that the television business is going to make the newspaper decline look like the good old days.
David Treuer writing at Slate Magazine takes a tour of Indian casinos, writing about Indians, treaties, poker, golf, success and failure.
The series is up to four installments written at Morongo and Pechanga (southern California). I recommend it highly as informative and interesting.
Did you know the Seminole Tribe of Florida owns the Hard Rock Cafes? All of them. And all that memorabilia.
“First, those who don’t want to nominate Hillary Clinton because they don’t want to return to the nastiness of the 1990s — a sizable group, at least in the punditocracy — are deluding themselves. Any Democrat who makes it to the White House can expect the same treatment: an unending procession of wild charges and fake scandals, dutifully given credence by major media organizations that somehow can’t bring themselves to declare the accusations unequivocally false (at least not on Page 1).”
Paul Krugman January 28, 2008
“I’m morally offended when people like Sarah Palin suggest that those of us who support the proposed legislation want to ‘euthanize grandma’. I’m against euthanasia. I simply wanted to do what was best for my mother.”
Kathy Flake in a fine post on death panels.
She’s right, you know. Those of us who support universal care are the ones who should be angry.
“This ‘Council’ provides an essential service that is desperately needed in the US. It makes a decision about a patient’s health that does not depend upon considerations like age, income, pre-existing conditions or lifestyle. The council has only one question to answer: does the patient have an illness (or trauma) that requires long term treatment? If the answer to that question is yes, the person is immediately covered at 100 percent for the duration of the illness.”
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Poor Jane, she’s an American in France. 100% covered. Damn socialists.
Tom provided the following in a comment but I thought he added measurably to the discussion the nation should be having (instead of the one we are having) and so wanted it to have more visibility.
I gave up stuff like this when I went from political to wine blogging, but yesterday I got into an email argument with a friend and spent much of the afternoon reading through sections of the House version of the bill. The sections I read focused on whether the bill would make the government plan mandatory, as is widely believed.
I think I read about 50 or 60 pages of it, legal language with lots of references to other parts of the legislation and even standing laws going back to the 1950s. And I’ve got to say: this law is really well thought out. (Keeping in mind that it won’t get really cluttered with special interest crap until it goes to conference.) The protections in the law for people who don’t want to give up their private insurance are detailed and comprehensive.
It got to be kind of fun. My friend would email me a complaint, and I’d go find the relevant portion of the legislation and discover that the rightie scare story he was reading had the law exactly wrong. It’s going to forbid companies from offering private insurance! No, it’s not. It’s going to force me into the government plan! No, it’s not. If I have another kid, that kid will have to go into the government plan while the rest of the family stays in the private plan! No, it’s not. If I decline the government plan, I’ll have to pay a tax penalty! No, you won’t.
The legislation bends over backwards to let people and companies make their own choice, but to hear the opposition tell it, it’s a Nazi takeover. Instead of town meetings, politicians should host small-group readings of the legislation. I thought the afternoon was fascinating.
There are things in the law worth debating. (For example: The tax on small business seems to me kind of extreme, “small business” being defined by size of payroll, with the tax kicking in at $250,000. That’s a small, small business.) But it’s amazing, after an afternoon of exchanges with a friend who is a serious wingnut, that absolutely none of the complaints he raged over turned out to be true in any way, shape or form. That’s a pretty good batting average, if you think about it. Almost like someone is deliberately making things up.
SI.com ranks all 120 of the Football Bowl Subdivision schools.
It looks like a very long autumn in New Mexico (UNM #111 and NMSU #118). The Quad Blog has them #106 and #118.
I’m not terribly interested in John Hughes, may he rest in peace, but I hear that Molly Ringwald has a good tribute to the director in today’s Times — The Neverland Club.
Someone long familiar in these parts, Kathy Flake, helps us out:
It’s a sacrifice, but someone has to do it. And obviously, it’s not going to be Sarah Palin.
I start my day with a cup of tea, or three, a bowl of shredded wheat, strawberries and soymilk. This takes time, so I sit at my desk and I read what people who really understand health care reform have to say. They’re journalists, economists, and writers who’ve studied the issue for years, and understand the intricacies of health care policy and the current proposals for reform much better than I do, even though I paid attention in my Economics classes.
She says, “If you read nothing else but Ezra Klein’s columns, you’ll be very well informed on the health care reform debate. In fact, on days when I’m limited to one cup of tea, I make sure Ezra’s the one I’m reading while I’m sipping.”
KathyF has more.
OpenCongress, Avelino’s place of employment and devotion, is a good source, too: House Health Care Bill – H.R.3200: America’s Affordable Health Choices Act of 2009
Here’s the plate that was selected. The black design is supposed to represent pottery — an odd choice to commemorate the Spanish pushing aside the Indians, but who knows any history anymore?
This plate is $25 extra (other special plates vary from $25 to $37).
The turquoise plate I showed yesterday will be the standard issue plate. The yellow plate, by the way, has been around since 1980.
If you know anything about mythology you probably learned about it first from Edith Hamilton, born on this date in 1867. Hamilton’s book Mythology, written after she had retired as a school head mistress, was published in 1942.
George Hamilton is 70 today.
Mark Knopfler is 60. Money for nothin’ and your chicks for free.
Pete Sampras is 38.
Cantinflas, the great Mexican comedian, acrobat and musician — and bullfighter — was born on this date in 1911. His actual name was Fortino Mario Alfonso Moreno Reyes. Cantinflas was Passepartout in Michael Todd’s 1956 Around the World in Eighty Days. In English-speaking countries, David Niven was billed as the star. Elsewhere Cantinflas took top billing — he was the highest paid actor in the world at the time. He saved the movie from the stiff Niven if you ask me.
The movie producer Cecil B. DeMille was born on August 12th in 1881. Known for his extravaganzas (e.g., The Ten Commandments), DeMille won his only Oscar for The Greatest Show on Earth.
And it’s the birthday of Zerna Sharp, born in Hillisburg, Indiana, on this date in 1889. According to The Writer’s Almanac a few years back, Ms. Sharp is the woman who —
invented the characters Dick and Jane to help teach children how to read…Sharp’s idea was to use pictures and repetition to teach children new words. She took her idea to Dr. William S. Gray, who had been studying the way children learn to read, and he hired her to create a series of textbooks. She didn’t write the books, but she created the characters Dick, Jane, their sister Sally, their dog Spot, and their cat Puff. Each story introduced five new words, one on each page.