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A heads-up for people on Blogger who are using the YACCS commenting system: if your blog was started before last September, then you may need to get new YACCS code so the comments work correctly with the new Blogger. You do this by going to the YACCS site, signing into your Control Board, clicking “More”, and then “Get Code”. Then you just replace the YACCS code already in your template with the new code.

(Users can still leave comments with the old code, but the front-page link won’t indicate any comments. I discovered that I had received about ten comments that I didn’t even know about!)

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I don’t read Andrew Sullivan that much, because he mainly strikes me as a twerp with an axe to grind against the world in general and anyone who’s ever wronged him in particular. He’s now weighing in on the looting of the Iraqi museum, wondering if those who criticized the administration (including, as a general class, yours truly) are willing to apologize now that it’s turned out that the number of priceless artifacts stolen is apparently much, much lower than originally thought. (Instead of thousands of priceless items being gone, it now appears that only 33 priceless items are gone, while many more items of “indeterminate value” have disappeared.)

Well, I can’t speak for anyone else, but I have no intention of apologizing for my castigation of President Bush, Donald Rumsfeld, or anyone else on this point merely because our negligence did not have results quite as lousy as first reported. Just because the officials at the Iraqi Museum spirited a lot of the priceless stuff away to hiding places, in anticipation of rampant looting, doesn’t excuse our Administration for its complete failure to prevent that looting in the first place.

Let me put it this way, Mr. Sullivan: if I ever catch my daughter playing with matches, I’m going to yell at her and most likely punish her, even if she doesn’t actually ignite the carpet and cause the house to burn to the ground.

“It could have been worse” is not equivalent to, “We did nothing wrong and you owe us an apology”.

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IMAGES OF THE WEEK





Gregory Peck, who died today at the age of 87.





David Brinkley, who died today at the age of 82.

Peck was probably best known for his portrayal of Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird — a character who was just last week named the AFI’s Top Movie Hero — and that was a great performance, but I remember Peck more for his work on The Guns of Navarone. I haven’t seen that many of Peck’s films — he made a lot of them — but his work always impressed me. He had a way of taking over the moral center of a film that was very striking.

As for Mr. Brinkley, I used to watch his Sunday morning show on ABC quite frequently. By then he was already an “elder statesman” of television news reporting, and he carried himself as such on the show. What I remember most is his clipped vocal delivery, in which he emphasized every second or third word with a unique “speeding up” of the pronunciation. No one else quite spoke like Brinkley did, although Phil Hartman did a dynamite impersonation of him on Saturday Night Live, skewering both Brinkley’s delivery and supposed cynicism.

What strikes me is that with each passing year, I get closer and closer to seeing the film and television personalities I grew up with passing away.

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One day is probably too short of a sample time to make any assumptions, but so far, Blogger 2.0 is working pretty well. But is anyone else’s “posts” window flashing off and on every few minutes? That’s disconcerting.

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It’s Maintenance Time at Byzantium’s Shores.

:: I updated “Other Journeys” (in conventional parlance, my blogroll). I added John Scalzi, a writer whose blog I’ve followed sporadically for a while now, and restored I Love Everything, which is a collection of coolness and weirdness — think Die Puny Humans! without the darkness. (I used to link I Love Everything, but it went offline for a while and I had assumed it gone. Now it’s back.) I also removed two blogs — Tacitus and This Modern World — that, while excellent, I simply wasn’t reading anymore. I know where to find each, though.

:: I also decided to list the EVIL one under his blog’s actual title, thus bumping up toward the top of the list.

:: I added a couple of new sites under “Other Shores”. First is Soundtrack Express, which is exactly what the title says: a filmscore review site, and a particularly good one at that. (Even if I have a small bone to pick with his Lord of the Rings reviews — I’ll get to that later.) This site replaces ScoreLand Soundtrack Reviews, which appears to be gone now. (Its webmaster, Jason Blalock, decided some time ago to stop updating it, as his fascination with film music had gone by the wayside, but he had left the site up. Now it no longer appears to be so. Kind of a bummer, as its presence on my links got me a lot of hits from people looking for a site called “Scoreland” that apparently had, well, female bodies as its main feature. But it’s time I made that change.) Also new is “The Agony Column”, a science-fiction review site run by a guy named Rick Kleffel, whose reviews I’ve seen on the rec.arts.sf.written newsgroup for some time now.

That’s all the nuts-and-bolts stuff for now.

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(WARNING: Traffic and hit-count whining coming up.)

There’s a weekly contest called the New Blog Showcase, which is just that: a showcase for newly-started blogs, to help them get some promotion and traffic. (It’s run by the same guy who administers the popular Ecosystem, on which I am now a “Flappy Bird”.)

This week’s winner is Mac-a-ronies, a left-leaing (I think) blog written by a lady going by the name “Mac Diva”. I don’t begrudge her the victory, since she won fair-and-square. But still, she was a known commenter on Eschaton before launching her own site — the launch of which was, if I recall correctly, mentioned in a front-page post by Atrios himself, and almost immediately permalinked by Kevin Drum, another of Blogistan’s biggies.

What’s my complaint? It just strikes me as one of those “There ain’t no justice” moments that a blogger whose blog has, in all likelihood received more hits in less than two months than mine has in nearly a year and a half, has won a contest whose stated purpose is to generate traffic for newly-minted representatives of Blogistan.

Betrayer most foul!!!

(There also seems to be some kind of controversy emerging about Mac Diva and her relationship with other bloggers, but I don’t know anything about it.)

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I mentioned a week or so ago that there’s a shopping plaza down the street, about half-a-mile away that would be (in my opinion) ideal for either a Barnes-and-Noble or Borders. Buffalo has one Borders and two B&N’s, but none of the three is located in the Southtowns, as Buffalo’s southern suburbs are called. (Borders is closest, being in Cheektowaga, which is due east of Buffalo. Both B&N’s are located in northern suburbs — Amherst and Williamsville, specifically.) All those bookstores are at least a twenty-minute drive from my home. (Ditto our former Buffalo home.)

It was the same way in Syracuse: there was a large retail center in a town called Clay, that was only ten minutes or so from our home there, that would have been perfect for a big bookstore. Borders is located in the Carousel Center, Syracuse’s largest mall, which was fifteen minutes away from our home; B&N was twenty minutes away (Syracuse only had one B&N, but it was larger than either of Buffalo’s B&Ns.)

So what’s my point?

I learned this morning that B&N is building a huge new store, bigger than pretty much any B&N I’ve ever been to….in that retail center in Clay, ten minutes away from where I used to live. Arrgggghhhhh.

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Every baseball fan has a dream line-up, comprised of the greatest players in his or her favorite team’s history. As a Pirates fan, I’d love to see Barry Bonds and Roberto Clemente in the same outfield, for example.

ESPN’s Rob Neyer has produced the dream line-ups for every team. Of course, it’s more meaningful for long-lived, storied teams like the Pirates, Yankees, Cubs, and Red Sox, and less so for shorter-lived franchises like the Rockies and Marlins. (And it’s pretty much useless for the Devil Rays, a useless franchise whose existence boggles the mind.) But it’s still pretty cool to imagine teams made up of the greatest players of all time.

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TBogg links a pretty bizarre article comparing and contrasting the Administrations of Presidents Clinton and Bush, concluding that Clinton was better because of sex. Clinton was sexy, and Bush isn’t. Ummm….OK.

But then, Rachel Lucas says, no, it’s the other way around: Bush is way sexier than Clinton. Ummm….OK.

The whole thing reminds me of the diner scene in When Harry Met Sally…:

(Just after discussing their differences on the film Casablanca, in which Sally insists that Ilsa actually wants to leave Rick for Victor, Harry and Sally are entering a roadside diner. Harry starts to say something, but doesn’t finish the thought. Sally, though, nags it out of him just as they’re entering the full diner….)

HARRY: Obviously you haven’t had great sex yet. (Turns to waitress) Two please.

WAITRESS: Right over there.

SALLY: Yes I have.

HARRY: No you haven’t.

SALLY: (loudly) It just so happens that I have had plenty of good sex!

(Silence, the whole restaurant looks at Sally. Sally realises what she has done, walks carefully with a tilted head towards the table.)

Maybe I’m just turning into a prude here, but this whole obsession with sex in or around the Presidency strikes me as, well, lame and stupid. If we’re liberals, do we really think things were better in the 1990s because Clinton was fooling around on his wife? And if we’re conservatives, do we really think — as Rachel apparently does — that it all got better when Bush played dress-up as a pilot and did his bit of Top Gun play-acting on the aircraft carrier? Are we really this colossally stupid?

(BTW, no person who refers to Clinton as a “sexual predator” or as an “accused rapist” — even if one uses the “strike” tag to give it a “wink, wink” quality — is to be taken seriously. Ever.)

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Via MeFi, I see that Gregg Easterbrook is back to writing Tuesday Morning Quarterback articles for ESPN.com. Great; I love his sportswriting. Unfortunately, Easterbrook seems to be nursing a bizarre fixation with Hillary Rodham Clinton (scroll down quite a ways; Easterbrook writes long articles and they’re not divided into linkable sections).

Easterbrook is basically furious that Senator Clinton (by the way, since when are we all on a first-name basis with her?) doesn’t give front-page credit to her ghostwriters, either on It Takes A Village or on Living History. Easterbrook insists that she couldn’t possibly have written this entire book in the two-and-a-half years since she was elected Senator, and he likewise scoffs at the notion that famous people often don’t give their ghostwriters front-page credit. He’s pretty much full of crap.

When public officials write books like this, the process is not like Stephen King sitting down to write a new Dark Tower novel, nor is it like Barbara Tuchman sitting down to write a new work of academic history. I assume that, like many politicians and elected officials, Hillary Clinton kept notes and all manner of materials during her time as First Lady, if not an actual diary or set of diaries. This material, then, became the foundation of her book. But it would have to be sifted and organized, which is generally done by a team of people whose names are generally mentioned in the Foreword or Acknowledgements. In fact, Easterbrook actually names the people Senator Clinton thanks for performing just these duties (I assume), but he’s annoyed that she would lie by not putting their names front-and-center on the cover.

The fact is, some people put the ghostwriters on the cover. Others do not. There does not seem to be any standard practice for this, so for Easterbrook to imply that Senator Clinton is doing something nefarious that other, more honest politicos don’t do is simply misleading and wrong. He names a couple of instances where someone has given their ghostwriter front-page credit, clearly implying that this is the way it’s always done and that what Senator Clinton has done is therefore a lie and a breach of trust. Easterbrook even goes so far as to suggest that this is relevant to Mrs. Clinton’s Presidential timber. This is sheer nonsense. Another bone of contention for Easterbrook is the time frame involved: if Mrs. Clinton was writing this book, there’s no way possible she could have done it in two years and still be Senator. Ergo, she’s either a liar or a bad Senator. This argument, though, also requires assumptions regarding the process of producing a book like this that Easterbrook, who is not a dunce by any means, really should know are false. Thus, I can only conclude that Mr. Easterbrook is being a lot more dishonest than Mrs. Clinton is.

A couple of cases in point: first, there is a fascinating book called A World Transformed, which is billed on the front cover with two names only: George Bush and Brent Scowcroft. This book is taken from the personal notes and journals kept by these two men, a President of the United States and his National Security Adviser, during a pretty remarkable period in world affairs. No other names are given, but the Acknowledgements at the front of the book start right off with Bush and Scowcroft admitting that they neither researched nor wrote this book themselves. By Easterbrook’s reasoning, then, the front cover makes them liars.

Bush and Scowcroft took about five years to produce their book (its copyright date is 1998; both men left office in January 1993 and I assume they didn’t rush right home and start working on this project). But President Jimmy Carter, working in much the same way (providing voluminous notes and journals and other materials to co-workers for synthesis), was able to produce his Presidential memoir, Keeping Faith, in under two years. (Copyright 1982; Mr. Carter left office in January, 1981.) Mr. Carter’s name is the only one on the cover. How could he possibly have produced such a memoir in under two years, all by himself? and at 622 pages, is longer than Mrs. Clinton’s book? Liar! (Mr. Easterbrook helpfully informs us that “A work of that length would take an average writer perhaps four years to produce; a highly proficient writer might finish in two years, if working on nothing else.” Exactly where he got these numbers is not divulged. Now, Mr. Carter’s done a lot of writing since he left office, so perhaps we can call him a “highly proficient writer”, for the sake of preserving Mr. Easterbrook’s argument. But he’d just spent four years as President of the United States, so I can only assume that he was probably a bit out of practice as far as being a full-time-writer goes when he started work on Keeping Faith. The more likely assumption here is that Mr. Easterbrook is just making up numbers so as to make his anti-Hillary case look better.)

More cases like this abound: the Buffalo and Erie County Public Library listings show all author credits, so by Easterbrook’s logic, either Ronald Reagan wrote An American Life all by himself in 1990, or he’s a liar like Mrs. Clinton. And lest one object that these examples aren’t comparable to Mrs. Clinton’s behavior in that these books are by former office holders, well — did George W. Bush really write A Charge to Keep all by himself in 1999, while he was (a) serving as Governor of Texas and (b) in the first stages of his campaign for President of the United States?

Gregg Easterbrook is simply too smart a man to not know that this is the way of it: sometimes ghostwriters are credited on the front cover, sometimes they are only mentioned in the Acknowledgements. I find it hard to believe that he’s making an error of ignorance in this harangue. So what’s the alternative? Well, what do we call a person who paints a distorted picture of the facts, so as to cast aspersions on another individual?

Mr. Easterbrook? Just what do we call such people?

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