Sentential Links #194

Wow, we’re closing in on two hundred of these posts! Awesome!

(BTW, with comment moderation being the rule here now, I’m reopening comments on these posts, with certain rules that are known to the persons who have need to know them.)

:: That’s why Lott was offensive and Reid wasn’t: deeds, not words. Maybe one day the right will get that. But I’m not holding my breath, because really, all they’re interested in on this issue is juvenilia and playing gotcha, because that’s all they think it is. They don’t get it, and that’s just sad.

:: The most depressing thing is that if Fineman absolutely had to try to make some sort of convoluted connection between President Obama and President Bush, there was a natural analogy that sort of fit- the tsunami in 2004. (The “Katrina and the Haiti earthquake are the same thing” meme is pretty obnoxious, isn’t it?)

:: From the iconic opening riff of “Sweet Child o’ Mine” and the driving staccato rhythm of Led Zepplin’s “Immigrant Song,” to the weeping wail of Gary Moore’s “Still Got the Blues,” this behemoth is one of the most coveted instruments on the planet. If the Fender Stratocaster is the precision sniper rifle of the guitar world, then the Les Paul is a veritable Howitzer of sound. It’s meaty tone can go from raunchy clack to the smooth and buttery lament of angels with just the flick of a switch.

:: And I? Well, although I am a mother who has long maintained that we are letting them go from the moment they arrive in our lives, I have learned this week that this is far more easily said than lived. But I’m fine.

:: Only on page 17ish and already seeking out “an incomplete concordance to Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco.” (Ah, I read that book when I was in college. I loved it…but I’m pretty sure I actually understood less than half of it.)

:: Cats make excellent jurors. (Oh no they don’t! They’ll decide someone’s guilt based on whether the box is clean or the food dish is full. A cat would acquit Ted Bundy if he filled the dish and petted him or her.)

:: Let me return to the original question: Isn’t it sad to be unable eat or drink? Not as sad as you might imagine. I save an enormous amount of time. I have control of my weight. Everything agrees with me. And so on.

What I miss is the society.

:: No matter what I do, it seems like I always will wonder about the road not taken. (Lynda’s blogging is always best when she’s being all existential! But she’s working her way through what potentially could be, for her, a huge decision.)

More next week!