Archive for 2009

PHOTO ESSAY: Eagle War.

UPDATE: Link seems to have blown out the site. You might want to bookmark it and visit it in a few days or something.

ON THE SIDELINES: “If members of Congress are planning to attend the Tax Day Tea Party protests on April 15, they’re keeping awfully quiet about it.”

FAIRY-TALE HOMES of Los Angeles. Why aren’t people on the left denouncing this obscene display of wealth?

UPDATE: Reader Lois Brenner corrects me:

You’re confusing In-N-Out Burger with Wolfgang Puck. (Forgive the unintentional pun, you’ll see later) We’re not talking Candy Spelling neo-vernacular Aircraft Hanger Style, these are tiny little boites (1,500-2000 sq ft, a nice-sized apartment, with a lawn and a garden in other words), often called “story book style” because there is no other term for these puckish little fantasy cottages. They ain’t big, they ain’t new and vulgar (they’re California “Old” and vulgar), and about the last people you would ever find living in them are pretentious yuppies (although sheer demographic press will likely affect that; and in the worst possible way: Yuppies tend to pull a couple of them (along with their irreplaceable trees and plantings) down and erect some inhuman warehouse thingie right up to the property line. These were not built for people who wanted to live large, but for folks who wanted to live in their dreams. Like people who wanted to live or work in coffee cups or shoes, or eat in the Brown Derby for that matter. They were built in the 20s and 30s, usually near studios and designed by back-lot artists for people who wanted one-off little dream homes and who didn’t care about safety, comfort or the [then] not too seriously enforced building codes. They are a grand means of anything-goes self-expression (but human-scale, modest, sweet) a wonderful and unique part of life in this weird and wonderful city, and a vital part of the American Dream, which meant, in this case, that Everyman’s home WAS his castle. I used to love seeing them when I was a kid and was thrilled whenever I passed a new one, and I always longed to grow up and live in one. Alas! I did not grow up, but down, as Henry James would have put it, and it’s Munich Modern for me.

You’d love ’em! Everybody does!

I stand corrected.

THE HEROES OF FINANCIAL FRAUD. “I don’t understand people committing these kinds of crimes where they are virtually certain to get caught. Madoff probably didn’t start out knowing that the house of cards would eventually have to come tumbling down–presumably, at least some embezzlers actually have succeeded in dipping into the till and then replacing their takings afterward. By the time he did know, it was too late to get out. But Dreier is like Michael Bellesiles, or that guy at Bell Labs who faked potentially Nobel Prizewinning research. What’s the point of enjoying your fifteen minutes of fame at the price of utter, certain ruin?”

CONNECTIONS BETWEEN the Stevens case and the Libby case? “So, it was with great interest that I read that the Department of Justice attorney, Brenda Morris, already held in contempt by Judge Sullivan in the matter involving the wrongful prosecution of Senator Ted Stevens, and now under investigation by both the Department of Justice and the special prosecutor chosen by the Judge, was also a supervisor in the Libby case.”

A SWING AND A WHIFF.

SAYUNCLE: “I see the crazy talk is back. It has come full circle. I remember the good old days when the New World Order Black Helicopter guys said the same thing about the first George Bush. Looks like a combo of the Prison Planet/Infowars/Truther crowd. Anyway, this is some world class silliness and no one should encourage them.”

Plus, the changing narrative: “First, this uptick in violence was blamed on guns. Then the NRA. Then right wing radio. Then a 911 operator. Now, it’s the economy.”

UPDATE: Weirdness from Glenn Beck, though Dan Riehl comments: “Contrary to Charles’s claim the audience as a whole is not eating it up.” But Beck seems to have taken the Olbermann slot in the opposition-cable ecosystem. Well, it worked out for Olbermann — though, of course, the mainstream treated Olbermann as a serious player, not a nut.

PHOTO ESSAY: An upsurge in Barackburgs.