No Philosophy - I Promise!
I've been so bogged down with boring, terrible corporate writing (my other life) that I just couldn't resist charging into an intellectual pissing match, guns blazing. Readers, forgive me! Let's keep it simple today:
Saddam is a Schmuck
Betting against this guy's stupidity is always a loser. Against strong odds, Saddam has made his enemies look smart and those who want to stop the war look like idiots. I still hate the timing and question the priorities, but I have to grudgingly agree that inspections don't make much sense if Iraq is going to refuse to abide by the findings of the inspectors. Bush and co. have succeeded in making this a credibility issue. The UN’s job is pretty clear at this point.
How ‘Bout Them Sonics?
Well, since it seems Gary Payton was out of here in any case, it looks like the Sonics may have done OK in picking up Ray Allen. In his first game with his new team, playing the world champion LA Lakers on the road in LA, he falls one assist shy of a triple double and one three-pointer short of carrying Seattle to victory. Last night, he helped the hometown boys pound East-leading Detroit with great shooting and playmaking against the league’s toughest defense. He is definitely for real, and if he’s playing hurt right now, I’d love to see him when he’s healthy.
Carissa’s Wierd
No, that’s not a typo – it’s the name of a band whose CD, Songs About Leaving, you may want to hear. It’s not exactly happy music. In fact, if anyone out there remembers a late-80s mope-rock group called The Cowboy Junkies, it sounds a little like that, only with better playing, better song-writing, and preciously sexy Suzanne Vega-style vocals.
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