Friday, March 23, 2007

Friday Flotsam. Again.

Well, this morning my mother listened to the radio interview I taped earlier this week and she said I sounded just fine. It must be true, then--my mother is undoubtedly completely objective and impartial when it comes to such things, right? I have to do an interview this afternoon with the theatre reporter from the newspaper, and I'm sure I will be stunningly eloquent and articulate, since there will not be actual aural evidence to the contrary. And then I'm sure she will completely misquote me, and no one will believe how stunningly eloquent I truly was. Sigh.

Omigosh, I just went to the Bravo website (in order to prove to myself that I hadn't just fallen asleep on the couch and dreamed up "Shear Genius," which I keep wanting to call "Shear Madness," by the way, and which I think would most likely be a much more appropriate title) and discovered that the host of "Shear Genius" is none other than Charlie's Angel Jaclyn Smith, looking like she hasn't aged a day. Bitch.

I'm reading Moby Dick. No, really. I thought I was re-reading Moby Dick, sparked by a discussion in the comments over at stefanie-says (sorry, no link--Blogger is refusing to insert it for some reason, and I'm too tired to fight) a few days ago, but I realized soon after I started that despite having OWNED the book for many years, I apparently never got around to reading it. I can't say we've started off like gangbusters, Ishmael and I, but it's not the most painful reading ever (for me, that's Dickens), and I have hopes of finishing it, checking it off my "great books" list and never cracking the spine again. But I was struck by something near the beginning. Ishmael is pondering his place in the grand scheme of things--here's the part that struck me:

"And, doubtless, my going on this whaling voyage, formed part of the grand programme of Providence that was drawn up a long time ago. It came in as a sort of brief interlude and solo between more extensive performances. I take it that this part of the bill must have run something like this:

"Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the
United States.

Well, as they say, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Of course, I tried to think of some dramatic event in my life that I might sandwich between our own "grand contested election" in 2000, and the invasion of Afghanistan in 2001, but I didn't come up with anything notable. Nothing akin to a whaling voyage, at any point. Though certainly if whales had been involved, it would have been in the capacity of reverently watching them, as opposed to spearing them with harpoons. Ahem. Moving on.

I know you'll all be glad to hear that I have an appointment early next week to get my bad haircut "tweaked." Please pray for me.

For those of you interested in such things--McBeady the stray tomcat is now quite fond of head and belly rubs, and is a complete whore for a chin scratch. If only it were so easy to get human males to love me! (And, unlike with McBeady, I promise I really don't go around talking about my desire to cut off their balls. Not that I even have such a desire. That came out wrong! I prefer for human males to have their balls. Okay, shutting up now.)

Veering slightly into the political arena, I must say that, even though I am far from making up my mind about which Democratic candidate to vote for in the primaries, I am really quite sad to hear about the return of Elizabeth Edwards' cancer. I'm glad John is continuing his campaign, since it really seems like a joint decision between the two of them, and I wish her the best in her ongoing treatment. I can't even imagine how devastating it must be for a mother of small children to be told that she has "incurable, though treatable" cancer, and only a 20% chance of living five more years. She seems like a tough, cool chick, though. Give the cancer hell, Elizabeth!

Okay, now that I've veered slightly into politics, I'm going to stay here for a moment. Stop reading now if you're not interested in my viewpoint on exit strategies for this mess in Iraq. I won't blame you a bit--unqualified political viewpoints being a dime a dozen. But here's how I see it--we are going to have to set a timeline for withdrawal, like it or not. Yes, we owe the Iraqis something, having invaded their country and destroyed much of their infrastructure, but...imagine this scenario, if you will. You're in school, and one day the teacher says to you, "I'm assigning a class project. It's going to be very difficult, it's going to involve a great deal of sacrifice and compromise on your parts, you're going to have to work closely with people you may not like, but it's very important--in fact, it will effect the rest of your school career. No due date, though, you all just get together and let me know when you're ready to turn it in." Would that assignment EVER have been turned in? Hell, no. And I think it's the same with the Iraqis--without some external motivation, I don't think they'll ever feel "ready." I can't blame them, they're in a helluva sticky situation, but we can't stay there forever, and (in my opinion) our presence is in many ways making the situation worse. Does that analogy make sense to anyone but me?

Okay, okay, enough rambling. Happy weekend, everyone!


Noelle said...

That's one of the better analogies I've ever read, it sums up the debacle in a nice way. I've never had the balls to start Moby Dick, somehow I made it through college as an English major while avoiding most of "the cannon." I did see my friend's theatrical adaptation, however, and it was very awesome.

don't call me MA'AM said...

I read so many "classics" when I was younger that I get to re-read them all over again as an adult and enjoy them even more.

I have no problem with an exit date for Iraq as long as some extensions or exceptions may be made. I just can't fathom what would happen if the pull-out is premature, and I have some former students over there... working their butts off literally. I agree a target date is necessary, but flexibility is imperative.

The other thing I wish for is that the media would focus on some of the very, very good things that have happened in Iraq since we've been there. My former students who are over there are very dismayed at the lack of press coverage... and they tell me there's much to be proud of.

I don't get political in blogs, so I'll shut up now. :-)

Stinkypaw said...

I think, to some level, that all men are whores, some just hide it better than others, and even then... so McBeady isn't alone in this category!

gorillabuns said...

charlie's angel looks great due to the healthy amount of botulism injected into her face.

we would all look as good if we were perserved like corpses and no, i'm not against extra measures for vanitys sake.

lizgwiz said...

noelle, so far Moby doesn't seem too daunting, but we'll see. ;)

dcmm, I agree, there should be some flexibility built in. As far as press coverage, well...the media loves the darker side, don't they? At home and abroad.

stinkypaw, ha!

gorillabuns, yeah, I'm sure Jaclyn's had some work done, but I think she has good genes, too. The other 2 Angels have had much more work done and they look just hideous!

stefanie said...

I'm glad you clarified that the Moby Dick discussion started on my blog, because when you said you were starting to read it, I thought, "Wasn't I just talking to someone recently about whether we'd read Moby Dick and if it was even worth the time?" Yeah, I'm quick. And I have a great memory. Clearly. :-)

Also, I'm no political expert or military strategist either, but that analogy makes a lot of sense to me.

lizgwiz said...

stef, I would probably be reading Don Quixote, since that's the book that really started the conversation, but I don't own it. So Moby Dick it was!

I'm glad my analogy makes sense to someone besides me--maybe I should email it to Dubya!