Making a living is beginning to interfere with Arthur Silber’s blogging. Go visit and demand that he get well soon.
(Update: The blogger who cried wolf is posting again! That’s it: next time, no obituary.)
Jan 032003
Jan 032003
(To the tune of “Maria,” from The Sound of Music)
He builds a nuke without rebuke
Then asks for foreign aid.
He thumbs his nose at those who will
Clean up the mess he’s made.
Amassing troops at the border,
Dear Leader’s not an asset to world order.
He’s always breaking treaties,
But his penitence is real.
If things have worked out badly
He’ll just make another deal.
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Dear Leader’s not an asset to world order!
I’d like to say a word in his behalf.
Dear Leader makes me laugh!
Chorus
How do you solve a problem like Korea?
How do you reason with the barking mad?
How do you find the words for our Dear Leader?
A cineaste! A communist! A cad!
Jan 022003
Friedrich Blowhard’s lengthy appreciation today of J.M.W. Turner, who warrants it, and Thomas Moran, whom I never thought much of before now, is well worth reading.
Jan 012003
I have no New Year’s Resolutions for myself, because I am perfect just the way I am. But I have a few for my blogroll.
The 2 Blowhards should resolve to lose the epistolary format, as the English novel managed to do about 200 years ago.
Colby Cosh should resolve to write less well, and less frequently, to make me less envious. (He demurs.)
Cinderella must resolve to stop reading The Guardian.
Sasha Castel should resolve to get married, and merge her blog, and move to England.
Steven Den Beste should resolve to heed Pascal, and make his articles shorter because he has time. (Floyd McWilliams makes the same point, but longer.)
AC Douglas should resolve to be more peremptory and superior.
Gene Expression should resolve not to shy away from controversial topics.
Mark Riebling should resolve to stop changing the picture of himself. You look mahvelous. Really. I mean that. (He has disregarded me already, a mere week into ought-three.)
The Man Without Qualities should resolve to stop mixing italics with bold and bold italics, seemingly at random.
Eugene Volokh should resolve to keep his nasty temper in check.
Those of you I missed, there’s still plenty of room for improvement, believe me. And thanks to all of you for all the great reading this year.