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Slow Pony Home

Still obsessed with The Weepies. The lyrics continue to amaze me in how much they relate to me and my life.

It’s the second September I have known you
Four years or so ago, I rode a pony, called him “Truth”
We didn`t know the way so it took us till today to get here

Now we’re cleaning the windows between us two
Funny, you do it once, and then again, and pretty soon
the fingerprints and dust…
But I’ve begun to trust the view here.

Listening to…

“The Weepies” sounds like a children’s group to me, bouncing around the stage in colorful outfits and singing songs about giraffes. But after hearing one of their songs on a video someone posted on Vimeo (amazing video hosting site, BTW), I got intrigued. So I bought their album “Say I Am You” on iTunes. Very soft and comforting folk, without missing out on a certain cynicism and sadness when it’s warranted.

“Nobody Knows Me At All,” “Not Your Year” and “Living in Twilight,” in particular, speak to me.

Now how much would you pay?

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Hating puppies

With Al Gore winning the Nobel Peace Prize, and J.K. Rowling announcing that Dumbledore was gay, it’s been quite a week for watching right-wingers’ heads explode.

This is not without its pleasures.

So let’s tally it up. Right wingers, by their own (sometimes indignant) admission, are officially against:

-Gold Star mothers of veterans killed in action
-Health care for veterans
-Protecting the environment
-Giving poor sick kids health insurance

and as of this week, we can add

-the Nobel Peace Prize (even though Henry Kissinger [seriously] won it), and
-children’s literature.

My initial thought was, what are they going to say they hate next – cute puppies? But then I remembered that Ellen Degeneres is a selfish hedonist lesbian. So maybe now they hate puppies too. Who can say? Maybe we should ask Bill Kristol.

Why why why

Why does anyone invite Ann Coulter on their TV show? Why does anyone write a single word about her? The only way to kill her is to starve her of attention. Why aren’t we doing that?

And yes, I realize this post is about her. I hope it’s my last.

Comment of the week

A commenter on Balloon Juice, about rightwing screecher Michelle Malkin’s contention that the Democrats used 12-year-old Graeme Frost as a political prop in the debate over the SCHIP children’s health insurance program:

It’s a shame Graeme Frost didn’t jump out the window of a burning skyscraper. Malkin would be posting pictures of that every day.

Not that it would be a political prop, of course.

You can’t make this stuff up, people

Idaho Sen. Larry Craig, who pled guilty to soliciting gay sex in an airport bathroom, submitted a recipe to the “Congress Cooks!” cookbook (the exclamation point is theirs) called the “Super Tuber.”

It involves, and I am not making this up, shoving a hot dog into a hollowed-out Idaho potato.

Freaking out

It’s going to be 84 degrees on Saturday. In October. In Wisconsin.

As I’ve been saying for years, if the sun came out bright and clear at midnight, people would be freaking out. But 84 degrees in October? Hey, break out the shorts and sunscreen, baby!