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Friday Goulash (Sunday Edition) 03-21-10

March 21, 2010

“There are no words…none.” –Hedwig Robinson.

Once upon the 1980’s, a divorced working mother in the midwest performed the same ritual every Friday: she would collect all the dinner leftovers of the week and toss them in a pot with some elbow macaroni, Clamato, and a mysterious thickening agent.  She would refer to this concoction as  “Goulash.” “Friday Goulash” is a tribute to this woman and her potful of weariness. It’s in her spirit that I serve up a week’s worth of tidbits slow-cooked to dry-yet-strangely-sticky perfection.  It goes great with Kool-Aid! (more…)

The D.C. Irony

March 3, 2010

Is it wrong to not get excited that Washington D.C. has legalized Gay Marriage?  After all, it’s only one, 68-mile square of swampland, home for 591,833 people: small potatoes from a war room standpoint.  Heck, many of the people who stood in line today to receive their newly-minted D.C. marriage licenses don’t even live in D.C., which should give some indication as to what a truly underwhelming impact the vote will have on the people who call it home.   In essence, this law mostly gives the go-ahead to a tiny group of gay government employees to take advantage of a pathetic handful of benefits not already outlawed by the Defense of Marriage Act.

The truth is, I’m significantly less than excited about D.C.  In fact, something about it bothers me.  (more…)

Carrie Prejean, You’re No Anita Bryant

November 15, 2009
BP

Same as it ever was?

I’m old: I have several silver hairs sprouting up around my temples just like Earth-2 Superman, pop music makes me angry, and if I don’t get to bed before 11 PM, I tend to be forgetful at work the next day and wander away from my cubicle.  And, like most old people, I am of the firm conviction that everything was way better when I was younger.  The rock stars wore more makeup, the movies had more space ships, and the tv shows had more hair.  Hell, even the bad things were somehow cut from a finer cloth than the bad things we’re stuck with today.  When I was younger, bad things were bad in a way that had meaning and gravitas.  These bad things–like the nuclear threat presented by the Soviet Bloc, and the belligerent wholesomeness of The Lawrence Welk Show– represented the culmination of a generation’s worth of massive-scale ideological brinksmanship from which there could be no turning back.   I’m talking about a time when the “zealot” pigeonhole was big enough to house more than just a contingent of Middle Eastern malcontents; back in the day, bad things and their respective attendants truly believed in their causes.  And they meant business.  With this historical perspective in mind, I really have a hard time taking Carrie Prejean seriously.  After all, I remember Anita Bryant. (more…)