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Wednesday, November 26, 2003

I love the show a lot too, but do devote an entire weblog to Arrested Development, a show that is never gonna make it on Fox... seems a little weird. TV devotion of that kind always seems a little overkill-ish.

Update: It looks to be "the official weblog," so some flack from Fox is probably doing it.

Friday, November 21, 2003

I was thinking about the Massachusetts Supreme Court's decision this last week, and what I thought about it all. In some ways I think the "pro-marriage" arguments are a little retrograde. Were things better in the day when divorce was more difficult? We can recall that America was once a world (one not unlike modern Saudi Arabia?) where divorce is nigh on impossible if you were a woman. Spousal abuse, stalking, marital rape: none of these terms existed when my parents got married (they aren't married anymore).

There's a good piece in Slate about it, marriage I mean:

...despite all the horrors of Section 4, above, human beings want and deserve a soul mate; someone to grow old with, someone who thinks our dopey entry in the New Yorker cartoon competition is hilarious, and someone to help carry the shopping bags. Gay couples have asked the state to explain why such privileges should be denied them and have yet to receive an answer that is credible.

The decision to make a marriage "sacred" does not belong to the state�if the state were in charge of mandating sacredness in matrimony, we'd have to pave over both Nevada and Jessica Simpson. We make marriage sacred by choosing to treat it that way, one couple at a time. We make marriage a joke by treating it like a two-week jungle safari.


As I contemplate future marriage (it's gonna happen), there's that fear that I won't be any better at being married than I was the first time. But, like Jay said, the first marriage is like the first pancake: a warm-up. The first pancake's deformity commands you to throw it away. So you can make much, much better pancakes later.

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

I noticed that when I am doing something that matters, the pressure of it mattering so much makes me reluctant to breathe.

Monday, November 17, 2003

A perfect weekend. Perfect. No one has ever been more in love than me.

Thursday, November 13, 2003

You read these harsh reviews of the new Sunny Day Real Estate cd, and it's hard. There's nothing really aggressive and good out there. (Besides the Distillers, I mean.) In some way, I want to support a lot of the new "punk" bands. The current hipness of punk is kind of what kids like us would have welcomed in the late 80s. But the popularity of it annoys me because of the sameness bands like Blink 182, Saves the Day, Thrice, and All-American Rejects offer. Whiny vocals about sexual frustration and variations on that theme... again, nothing wrong with that, per se (it's rock and roll), but genuine diversity of subject matter and delivery would be welcome. You sort of yearn for the weirdness of The Minutemen. Of course, the Minutemen were never as popular as Hall and Oates, and I guess that was the point of that, too.

Monday, November 10, 2003

Rumsfeld has a memory lapse. Again.

"Before the war in Iraq, you stated the case very eloquently and you said . . . they would welcome us with open arms," Sinclair Broadcasting anchor Morris Jones said to Rumsfeld as the prelude to a question.

The defense chief quickly cut him off.
"Never said that," he said. "Never did. You may remember it well, but you're thinking of somebody else. You can't find, anywhere, me saying anything like either of those two things you just said I said."
-- Rumsfeld Retreats (via blogdex)

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