This is a really sad one for me…so many so-called liberal/progressive columnist writer types have the sense of humor of a computer desk. They make their points, often stridently, and then stride off waging war on the next conservative way-station.
Molly Ivins wasn’t one of those. She was funny as hell. You may not have agreed with her, but she could laugh at herself, her fellow Dems, her fellow liberals, and of course, whichever nimrods were running the joint aka ‘gummint’.
One of her last columns was about being thankful. She closed the column with a characteristic eye-twinkling paragraph:
So many of our media mavens have been so wrong for so long that we may yet see a mere modicum of becoming self-doubt from them. And think how thankful we’d all be for that.
I saw Molly at the Southern Festival of Books here in Nashville a few years ago, and I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much in one thirty minute period.
Farewell and Godspeed, Molly. RIP.
Update: S-townMike also pays tribute to the great one. Newscoma was inspired by Molly and inspires me, here. Molly was also an inspiration to Sharon.
I was on Long-uh Island last weekend. Whenever I go to L.I. I insist on at least one diner experience. The Diner experience doesn’t really exist in the south. We try occasionally, but our efforts are more nostalgia n’ burgers, rather than the multifaceted-multi-paged-multi-itemed honest-to-God, diner.
I always order moussaka (and an egg cream for dessert). Occasionally I’ll see moussaka on a menu here in town, and some of the attempts are not really too bad, but there’s nothing like the real deal. I’ll leave it to the culinary gurus to explain what goes into moussaka, but eggplant and tomato sauce are two key elements.
I order moussaka because diner chefs know how to cook moussaka, and I love the many tastes that tease through the layers. But, I also order moussaka for another less gustatory reason.
Thirty years ago I was falling for this woman in a big way. We both lived in Brooklyn. We both loved to eat at a restaurant named ‘Z’ on Union Square in Manhattan. We were poor and you could order some seriously tasty gyros for cheap-o, and when you were a little more flush, you could order the moussaka.
It was springtime but I was falling, reeled by love. I had to leave for one week on a fund-raising trip (part of the fun of being a social worker for a non-profit). Each day away from that woman was sheer agony. By the end of the week, my future became clear. When I returned to the city, we met at ‘Z’. I never asked for her hand because we had already wordlessly passed that point and we both somehow knew it. The only issue left was the date of the wedding. The moussaka was a golden flavoring to a perfect day.
Nearly 30 years later, I always order moussaka when I visit New York.
Snows of up to 1/2 inch expected tonight in the Music City area. 8th Avenue Kroger expects run on gallon jugged juice drinks.
Let’s be careful out there…
The complete absence of ANY mention of Katrina and/or New Orleans in the State of the Union Address (I guess ‘never forget’ extends to about a year) is underscored by the latest spending follies from Iraq. According to THIS,
The U.S. government wasted tens of millions of dollars in Iraq reconstruction aid, including scores of unaccounted-for weapons and a never-used camp for housing police trainers with an Olympic-size swimming pool, investigators say.
Even more obscene:
U.S. officials spent another $36.4 million for weapons such as armored vehicles, body armor and communications equipment that can’t be accounted for. DynCorp also may have prematurely billed $18 million in other potentially unjustified costs, the report said.
And yet, the great decider is asking for another $1.2 BILLION in ADDITIONAL spending. Do you have to live in New Orleans to something horribly wrong with this picture?
I’ve been on WordPress now for a little over a week. I’m loving it. When I went back over to the dark side aka Blogger to add comment filtering (I’m getting spammed like crazy over there now), I was told that I had to move my blog to the ‘New’ Blogger. They can, in the immortal words of Bart Simpson, ‘eat my shorts’.
On the other hand, WordPress blocks spam (somehow!) without resorting to comment verification. I’m more impressed with this operation each day. So, Spammers, if you want to flog your stock tips, Ethiopian bank scams, penile enlargement proposals, breast enhancement pills, Viagra price-busting opportunities, Colorado mining schemes, and real estate opportunities, spam away on the old Blogger site. Unlike Lot’s salty wife, I’m not looking back.
Thanks once again to the Moses of WordPress, Lynnster. She is leading the masses into the promised land from the blogging Pharoahs of Google. Unlike Moses 1.0, she already is IN the Promised land and is reaching back into captivity pulling the brothers and sisters into safety.
Finally, for those of you interested (do you want a cool stock tip or tips on larger ‘tips?) in the Salem’s Lots feed, there are now a buncha feed widgits over on the right column down a bit. I’ve got a feedburner thing going. It surprises me often that anybody reads this stuff, but I appreciate anybody who takes the time, and I totally appreciate the Lynnster for taking her time in helping me out with all this. She was very patient on the phone with me walking me through the transition (and finally telling me to get off the phone, go away for awhile, and come back and it all would be working (I did, it was). I don’t blame the Lynnster for wanting to get off the phone considering my questions and comments were somewhat on the level of ‘tell me about the rabbits Lynny, tell me about the garden again..tell me about the rabbits’.
Thanks again Lynnster.
Thanks to WordPress, I’m home.
They call Anderson Cooper the ‘Paris Hilton’ of cable news. Just for New Orleans/Katrina coverage alone, Cooper has more integrity and journalistic guts than most of the RNC members aka Fox news ‘journalists’ could even dream about.
If Jack Bauer wasn’t a character on the Fox network, he’d have blown them up just on general principle.