CBS says its new poll shows the approval rating for President Bush has sunk to 34% (Cheney 18%).
My question: Who are these 34% and what’s wrong with them?
[Clinton never got below 57% approval in the CBS poll during his second term. Nixon was at 24% when he resigned.]
Update: Or as Brad DeLong puts it: “You can fool all of the people some of the time. But you can only fool 34% of the people all the time….”
Why is it that appearing in a porn movie or on a porn web site (that is, performing a sexual act with a stranger for money) is legal, but prostitution or soliciting a prostitute (that is, performing a sexual act with a stranger for money) is illegal?
The White House became embroiled in controversy once again as it announced today that it had made a deal with Osama bin Laden to run the U.S. Postal Service.
Only days after it agreed to a review of its deal with a Dubai-based company to run several U.S. ports, the White House surprised Washington with its decision to put the U.S. mail in the hands of the world’s most wanted man.
But at a press briefing in Washington, Vice President Dick Cheney vigorously defended the deal, calling Mr. bin Laden “the right man for the job.”
“Osama bin Laden is eminently qualified to run the U.S. Postal Service,” Mr. Cheney told reporters. “For one thing, he’s already disgruntled.”
Effa Manley became the first woman elected to the baseball Hall of Fame when the former Newark Eagles executive was among 17 people from the Negro Leagues and pre-Negro Leagues chosen Monday by a special committee. Manley co-owned the Eagles with her husband, Abe, and ran the business end of the team for more than a decade. The Eagles won the Negro Leagues World Series in 1946 — one year before Jackie Robinson broke the major league color barrier.
Manley used the game to advance civil rights causes with events such as an Anti-Lynching Day at the ballpark. She died in 1981 at age 84.
Buck O’Neil and Minnie Minoso, the only living members among the 39 candidates on the ballot, were not elected by the 12-person panel.
AP via SI.com
At Time, Joe Klein writes about poor Dick Cheney.
He seemed stunned, uncertain for once. And the haunted look in his eyes reminded me of what soldiers in Vietnam used to call the Thousand-Yard Stare—the paralytic shock that comes from seeing the impact that even low-caliber weaponry can have on human flesh.
An appalled Charles P. Pierce points out one difference between south Texas and Vietnam — “NEITHER HARRY WHITTINGTON NOR THE QUAIL WERE SHOOTING BACK!”
“And Bob Kerrey, who’s said enough flaky stuff in his day to take a job with Kellogg’s ….”
The Daily Howler has more on whether Algebra should be required in high school. Scroll about half-way down to the header: Special report—Farewell, Gabriela!
“[I]n the current Harper’s the estimated cost of this horrific war to each American taxpayer is just under $20,000.”
… of Academy Award winning actress Joanne Woodward. She is 76 today. Miss Woodward won the best actress Oscar for The Three Faces of Eve (1957). She was nominated for best actress three other times. Woodward and Paul Newman have been married 48 years.
… of two-time Academy Award winning actress Elizabeth Taylor. She is 74 today. Miss Taylor won best actress Oscars for Butterfield 8 (1960) and Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966).
… of Ralph Nader. He’s 72.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born on this date in 1807.
By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.
Dark behind it rose the forest,
Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees,
Rose the firs with cones upon them;
Bright before it beat the water,
Beat the clear and sunny water,
Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.
Word around was that Vince Young the Texas quarterback got just 6 correct on the 50 question Wonderlic test for the NFL combine. Now they’re saying he took it again and got 16. Here from ESPN.com are 15 sample questions (with the answers at the bottom; it’s self-scoring).
NewMexiKen was 15 for 15 but suspects that most NFL teams would still prefer Vince Young.
A little background:
Each year, about 2.5 million job applicants, in every line of work, take the Wonderlic. The average NFL combiner scores about the same as the average applicant for any other job, a 21 [of 50]. A 20 indicates the test-taker has an IQ of 100, which is average. (ESPN.com)
10 of 50 is considered literacy.
An article in The New York Times Magazine explains that freedom means different things to different classes in America. To upper and middle class Americans it means the freedom “to.” To working class Americans it means freedom “from.”
We also analyzed how freedom and choice are presented in one of our most pervasive and influential cultural products: popular songs. In every region, Americans with higher education and higher incomes typically prefer rock music over country. We found that rock lyrics had a lot more talk of choice, control and self-expression, as in the Rolling Stones’ refrain, “‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time.” But when we analyzed country music, preferred over rock by less-educated Americans in every region, we heard more mentions of self-protection and defense, as in Darryl Worley’s observation, “We didn’t get to keep [our freedom] by backin’ down.” When choice was mentioned, it was often as a prelude or coda to tragedy, as in George Jones’s lament “Now I’m living and dying with the choices I’ve made.”
Another study that compared people in different occupations showed that those employed in middle-class jobs got upset when a friend or neighbor bought the same car as theirs because they felt that the uniqueness of their choice had been undercut. But those in working-class jobs liked it when others chose the same car because it affirmed that they had made a good choice.
“Of course, you have to love any sport in which your very survival depends on clowns.”
— The always wonderful Dan Neil in Cowboy Down, 800 words about professional bull riding, the next NASCAR.
Another line: “It’s the most red-state, culturally conservative, sponsor-friendly milieu in pro athletics—few are the riders who don’t take a knee in a moment of showy post-ride, thank-you-Jesus piety. That is, if they still have a knee.”
Richard Cohen wrote this column week before last. It took quite a hit in blogland, but I took a pass. I bring it up here, because of the math quiz (next item).
I am haunted by Gabriela Ocampo. Last year, she dropped out of the 12th grade at Birmingham High School in Los Angeles after failing algebra six times in six semesters, trying it a seventh time and finally just despairing over ever getting it. So, according to the Los Angeles Times, she “gathered her textbooks, dropped them at the campus book room and, without telling a soul, vanished from Birmingham High School.”
Gabriela, this is Richard: There’s life after algebra.
The key point Cohen goes on to make is: “Here’s the thing, Gabriela: You will never need to know algebra. I have never once used it and never once even rued that I could not use it.”
While NewMexiKen is certainly saddened by the story of Gabriela Ocampo, Richard Cohen makes no sense. I feel fairly certain I have relied upon the reasoning I learned in Algebra most days of my life. Further, I doubt I could code this blog without the patterns algebra teaches.
But more importantly, what kind of school (what kind of society) lets a kid flunk a class six times? Learn more here. The incomparable Daily Howler addresses the Gabriela issue as well, in a three part series starting with A brilliant report in the L. A. Times begins with a child left behind
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Update: NewMexiKen did some homework and then took the test again: 10/10!
And NBC can blame only itself. For years it has packaged the international sporting event as a made-in-America variety show, so overselling the personalities and melodrama that it is sometimes hard to distinguish the Games from any other prime-time fare. The weepy triumph-over-adversity vignettes (mothers with failing kidneys, dead grandmothers, home schooling in New Hampshire) are now so common on television that NBC’s profiles of athletes, minireality shows tarted up with gauzy camera work and stirring soundtracks, look like something on ABC, “Extreme Makeover: Turin Edition.”
Alessandra Stanley in a review of the Olympic coverage entitled, ‘Idol’ Is What the Televised Olympics Try to Be, and There’s No Curling.
“[S]o painfully unfunny he was almost dental.”
James Wolcott talking about some of the sad cast of characters who replaced Don Knotts in Mayberry on “The Andy Griffith Show.”
“George Bush in the flight suit on that carrier was Bode Miller in the Nike ads before the Olympics, all image and promise. No substance and sacrifice, no guts and inner fire.”
Tom Watson in an entry entitled The President and Mr. Miller.
“If you look, in fact, at emergency room statistics, you’ll see that more people are admitted every year for non-dog bites than dog-bites–which is to say that when you see a Pit Bull, you should worry as much about being bitten by the person holding the leash than the dog on the other end.”
Sorry, too many generations of fearing wolves in my genes to buy this.
Girl: Why don’t you just make a list of things I need to change about myself so I can be more like you?
Guy: Okay, let’s start with your tooth brushing. How about rinsing off the toothbrush before you put it back into the cabinet so there is not old toothpaste and spit dripping off of it? And how about rinsing after you brush?
Girl: Anything else?
Guy: No, I think that’s the only thing you need to change about yourself.
–88th & Amsterdam
Eh, if that’s it she might be a keeper.
A charming essay about her grandmother from The (liberal)Girl Next Door. She begins:
My grandmother will be having her 8oth birthday this summer, and to look at her or spend any time with her, that fact would surely shock you. She still rides her bike daily, still bowls with her girlfriends and loves to go out dancing. She’s a beautiful, vibrant woman who reads her local paper each morning, watches the national news each night and has an opinion on just about everything. When I look at her, I can’t help but hope I am glimpsing my own future. Some day I want to be a beautiful 80 year-old woman who still cares what happens to the world around me.
She’s a saucy little activist too. Last summer when there was so much talk of mosquitoes spreading West Nile Virus, she noticed a clogged drain on her bike route that was causing a rather large pool of standing water. She contacted the city, but still the pool sat and the mosquitoes multiplied. She took matters into her own hands. She made a sign that read “WARNING, West Nile Virus Breeding Ground!” nailed it to a wooden stake, strapped it on her bike and rode to the spot and hammered her warning into the ground. Needless to say, in a matter of days the drain was fixed and the water was gone. Ask her about it and she’ll likely say, “Well Jesus, there were kids playing all around there. This town is run by idiots.” You go Nana!
“My old man never liked me. He gave me my allowance in traveler’s checks.”
… was designated on this date in 1919. It became Acadia National Park in 1929.
Located on the rugged coast of Maine, Acadia National Park encompasses over 47,000 acres of granite-domed mountains, woodlands, lakes and ponds, and ocean shoreline. Such diverse habitats create striking scenery and make the park a haven for wildlife and plants.
Entwined with the natural diversity of Acadia is the story of people. Evidence suggests native people first lived here at least 5,000 years ago. Subsequent centuries brought explorers from far lands, settlers of European descent, and, arising directly from the beauty of the landscape, tourism and preservation.
Attracted by the paintings and written works of the “rusticators,” artists who portrayed the beauty of Mount Desert Island in their works, the affluent of the turn of the century flocked to the area. Though they came in search of social and recreational activities, these early conservationists had much to do with preserving the landscape we know today. George B. Dorr, the park’s first superintendent, came from this social strata. He devoted 43 years of his life, energy, and family fortune to preserving the Acadia landscape. Thanks to the foresight of Dorr and others like him, Acadia became the first national park established east of the Mississippi.
From McSweeney’s Internet Tendency.
Excuse me if I’m being presumptuous, but I assume that you, as a parent, are aware of the declining literacy rate in this country. This can be blamed on what I call O-verexposure: too many tots feeding on a single letter, instead of on the entire alphabet banquet. I offer the glorious triple-pronged E, the delightfully asymmetrical Q, even the commercially co-opted X. These are the building blocks of words, communication—dare I say, of civilization itself.
That, of course, would be part of the argument made by Alpha-Bits.
Thanks to V. for the link.
… was so designated on this date in 1929.
Located in northwestern Wyoming, Grand Teton National Park protects spectacular mountain scenery and a diverse collection of wildlife. The central feature of the park — the Teton Range — is a 40-mile-long mountain front rising from the valley floor some 6,000 feet. The towering Tetons were formed from earthquakes that occurred over the past 13 million years along a fault line. The jagged range includes its signature peak — Grand Teton, 13,770 feet (4,198 m) — and at least twelve pinnacles over 12,000 feet (3,658 m). Seven morainal lakes adorn the base of the range, and more than 100 alpine lakes dot the backcountry.
Elk, moose, mule deer, bison and pronghorn, are commonly found in the park. Black bears roam the forests and canyons, while grizzlies range throughout more remote portions of the park. More than 300 species of birds can be observed, including bald eagles, peregrine falcons and trumpeter swans.
