Saturday, November 7, 2009

Blog Migration

Primarily for the sake of change, Pimp My Rant has migrated to tumblr with a new design.  See you over there!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The F***ers at the FCC

This morning I was reading a Supreme Court case, FCC v. Fox Television Stations.  The legal issue relates to the FCC's ability to ban "obscene, indecent, or profane language" on television (or radio).  I don't really keep up with this issue, so I was surprised to see the following things in this opinion:

  • Justice Scalia, writing for the majority, was unable to use the words "fuck" and "shit" in the opinion, preferring "f***" (or F-Word) and "s***" (or S-Word).  C'mon, in a Supreme Court opinion?  Are children reading this opinion?  
  • In 2004, the FCC went bananas about Bono's comment during the Golden Globe Awards:  "This is really, really, fucking brilliant."  Initially the FCC's enforcement bureau said it was no big deal, because it was used only once, and as an intensifier.  The FCC gets more upset if you use the word literally (e.g., "she fucked him") than non-literally (e.g., "fucking awesome!").  However, even non-literal usage will get you in trouble if there are repeated instances.  Nevertheless, on review the FCC decided this was a terrible event, writing:
[G]iven the core meaning of the "F-Word," any use of that word...inherently has a sexual connotation.  [It is] patently offensive [because it] is one of the most vulgar, graphic and explicit descriptions of sexual activity in the English language.
  • The present case related to Cher's comment during the Billboard Music Awards that "I've also had critics for the last 40 years saying that I was on my way out every year.  Right.  So fuck 'em." and Nicole Richie saying "Have you ever tried to get cow shit out of a Prada purse?  It's not so fucking simple."  In addition to repeating its comments about the "F-Word" from the Bono situation, the FCC added that Ms. Richie's "explicit description of the handling of excrement [was] vulgar and shocking."  In addition, the FCC said Cher's use of "fuck" was not an intensifier, but was directly related to a sexual act.
  • The FCC asserted, and the Supreme Court agreed, that even one-time references to "fuck" and "shit" can constitute a "harmful 'first blow' to children."
This makes me wonder what kind of bubble people are living in.  I'm not suggesting that children be encouraged to use "fuck" and "shit" while eating their mac and cheese, or responding to a teacher's question about who chopped down the cherry tree.  But to pretend that children have these virgin ears is ridiculous.  I've met some 10 year olds with a vocabulary of sexual euphemisms that I had to look up in the urban dictionary.

I'm not a big fan of the word "shit."  It strikes me as a sordid and crass use of language.  But each to his taste -- I don't feel that way about "fuck" or "goddammit" for example.  Nor do I find the word "shit" obscene or indecent.  If Nicole Richie had said "Have you ever tried to get cow poop/doodoo/excrement/manure out of a Prada purse?" would the FCC had said anything at all?  Every kid knows what poop and doodoo are.  They see it three times a day (if they are healthy). 

And please explain to me how "fucking brilliant" is indicative of a sexual act.  Women, when you hear a man say "That's fucking awesome" do your loins get tingly?  Guys, when a woman says "It's fucking beautiful outside" do you immediately look for something to cover your crotch with?

Maybe it is a generational thing.  I had a 50 year old colleague tell me that she would not use the words "defendant got screwed in this case" in front of 25 year old graduate students, because it connoted sexual activity.  The youngest of us found that hard to believe, because it was clearly not referring to sex. 

And finally, for every "fuck" and "shit" that accidentally escapes over the television airwaves, there are literally 1,000 sexual and excrement references on television shows every single night.  There are entire shows built around these concepts.  Two And A Half Men?  Big Bang Theory?  How I Met Your Mother? 

Now if you'll excuse me, writing this has made me a little, well, frisky.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Cream of What?

This morning I woke up starving, and having polished off the last of the McCann's Steel Cut Irish Oatmeal  yesterday morning, I had nothing for breakfast in the house.  Except....back there in the corner, some tupperware with a blue lid.  It has cream of wheat in it.  That container has probably survived three different moves, but cream of wheat doesn't go bad in a sealed container.  So there's my breakfast.

But it isn't in a box, and if I ever could remember how to cook it, I can't now.  That's why there's Google, though, so I type in "directions for quaker cream of wheat" and get a bunch of hits, including one for Amazon.com.

Did you know that Amazon.com sells Cream of Wheat?  Oh yeah, and they've got nutrition facts, and a customer discussion section, etc.  Its sales rank is #70,328.  (McCann's oatmeal is ranked #3,405).

Amazon also has a section on the cream of wheat page called "Active Discussions in Related Forums."  The key word is "related."  Here's the call of the question:  Do any of these topics seem a little odd with respect to Quaker quick cooking Cream of Wheat?:

  • Is a raw food diet the best diet? (128 replies)
  • His needs/her needs, marriage counseling ...why SHOULDN'T women worry about looks? (49 replies)
  • December 12, 2012 at 11:00?  What do you think will happen? (178 replies)
  • Male circumcision (1,465 replies)
  • Should we have free healthcare in the U.S.? (and is it possible?) (677 replies)
  • Common Mood Stabilizers Found to Cause Suicidal Ideation As Noted by the FDA: What's the Best Way To Deal With It? (2 replies)
  • Books for children with sick loved ones (no replies...no one cares apparently, because this is the oldest of the topics listed)
I'll let you know whether my breakfast of Cream of Wheat mixed with salt and honey gives me any clarity on  these topics.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Classic Toys

I ran across a story that was designed to tell us the original thinking behind some classic toys.  As I was reading it, I realized I had some thoughts about all of them, and it is my Constitutional right, as a blogger, to present them:

1.  Lincoln Logs:
...invented by John Lloyd Wright, Frank Lloyd Wright’s son. The original instructions included a how to construct a replica of Abraham Lincoln’s cabin, but also how to construct Uncle Tom’s cabin.

Frank Lloyd Wright must have been sooooo disappointed.  He's the most famous American architect in history, and his son is building one room cabins out of logs.  And plastic ones at that.


2. Tinkertoys
 ...were invented after a stonemason saw kids being totally entertained by building things with pencils and spools of thread.

Ah, the sweet days before electronics found their way into every kid's life.  Like when kids would be sent out into the yard to find something (anything) to do.  Didn't need a toy.  Just a stick.  Or a bug.   




3. Hula Hoops
...the inventors promoted it by going around to various playgrounds and parks giving children samples and showing them how to use it. Something tells me two random men showing up in a park handing out toys wouldn’t go over that well today…

Seems to work for the drug dealers.  If you want to see an entertaining movie from the 90s, see The Hudsucker Proxy (from the Coen Brothers).  I can't tell you why.  It will spoil the fun.


4. Sea Monkeys
...are real (and that’s what they look like)...They were “invented” in 1957 by Harold von Braunhut, the guy who invented X-Ray specs. They’re really brine shrimp and are ideal for packaging as a toy because they enter a natural state of suspended animation in certain (shippable) environments.

I don't think I owned a single comic book that did not contain a large sea monkey ad on the inside back cover.  They sure didn't look like brine shrimp, unless brine shrimp are three inches long, pink, and constantly party. This is stretching the idea of a toy.  And I hope those are gills, and not chest hair.



5. Play-Doh
...was first sold as a wallpaper cleaner. How’s that for weird? You rolled it on the walls to remove coal dust.

And I used to eat it.  Salty goodness.


6. Troll dolls

...were created in 1949 by a Danish fisherman who needed a cheap Christmas gift for his daughter because he couldn’t afford to buy anything. He used sheep’s wool for the hair. Thomas Dam’s dolls caught on; thus the original dolls were called Dam Dolls.

I missed this craze, but I always wondered why someone would want something so (Dam) ugly.


7. Slinky
...was invented by Naval engineer Richard James. He knocked a spring off of a shelf when he was working to develop springs that could keep ship instruments stable in choppy waters. The spring did what a Slinky does… it stepped down to a stack of books, then to the table, and then to the floor, where it righted itself into a cylinder.

I don't believe the second half of this story.  The slinky was constantly walking down steps and books on t.v., but getting it to take more than a couple of steps in real life was nearly impossible.  You're telling me it stepped down a stack of books, and THEN to a table, and THEN to the floor, and then curled up nicely?  And correct me if I'm wrong, but wouldn't the Navy be using a slightly higher grade metal?


8. LEGO blocks 
... were invented by Ole Kirk Christiansen, a master carpenter who lived in Denmark. The word comes from the Danish words LEg and GOdt, which together means “play well.” They later discovered that in Latin, Lego means “I put together.”

Ole Kirk was the son that Frank Lloyd Wright never had.


9. Raggedy Ann and Andy
...were created by writer and illustrator Johnny Gruelle. Ann was created as a doll in 1915 for Gruelle’s daughter – he reportedly named the doll after two books poems from a James Whitcomb Riley book – “The Raggedy Man” and “Little Orphan Annie.” 

These were creeeeeppppy!  Can't you just see waking up in the middle of the night getting stabbed by this thing?  Is that blood on her apron?????  Actually, I feel a little sorry for her.  Who wants to be called "raggedy"?



10. Sock Monkeys.

...The sock monkeys that we have come to know and love today – the ones made with Red-Heel socks – are thought to have come about in 1932. The distinctive red heel was given to the socks so customers would know they were getting authentic Rockford socks. When the Nelson Knitting Company discovered that their socks were being used across the country in this arts-and-crafts movement, they won the design patent for the sock monkey pattern and started including it in the packaging of their socks.

Okay, I don't believe this one either.  My guess is that the origin of the sock monkey is much more sinister and unpleasant, but I'll leave that unspoken.  For the moment, let's concentrate on the Sock Monkey Society:  A place where sock monkeys unite!.  Or Sock Monkey Ministries, whose job it is to demonstrate to us what's wrong with the U.S. Tax Code...they have a 501(c)(3) designation!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Is this what passes for smart these days?

Friday, March 20, 2009

Baracketology

How many stories are going to be written about who President Obama has in his March Madness brackets?  That's what I was asking yesterday, because the stories were out of hand.

Apparently I'm going to have to endure more, because not only is there reporting on who he picked, but we now are getting updates on how he's doing.  Eleven out of 16 on day one.  Who cares?  (And that's not so great by the way).

I know he likes basketball, but let's face it, he picked UNC to win the whole thing, even though their best player has missed three games, may not play at all, and if he does play, will not be 100%.  As Coach Williams (UNC) said, Obama picked Carolina because he attended a practice last fall, when he was on the campaign trail.  He drove to the basket, and the players let him score.  Or as Williams put it, "Tyler [Hansbrough] didn't take his head off."

Also surfacing is a report that Coach Krzyzewski (Duke) said he wasn't concerned about Duke not being in Obama's Final Four, because the president should be focusing on the economy.  It was a big enough story that Coach K's wife felt compelled to text the White House an explanation.

It's just plain silly.  First of all, Coach K is 100% right.  Second, Coach Williams said the same thing when he was asked about Obama picking his team as the eventual champion.  And third, who cares?  Obama isn't supporting Duke.  Coach K (a republican) almost certainly did not support Obama. They're even.

Is this going to become a regular thing?  Does President Obama have a fantasy baseball draft coming up next week, and will we learn who he picked?  Round by round?  And will the fantasy baseball standings be published throughout the season, so we can see how his team "Hail2the Chiefs" are faring?  Maybe Joe Torre will text him with a scouting report on how Russell Martin's (catcher) knees are holding up.

I realize that Obama used some "hip" methods to get elected.  The Internet is cool, so he used it.  March Madness is cool, so he's using that.  I'm not convinced, however, that our president needs to be (or appear) cool...at least not this way. 

I also don't believe for a second that he's spending significant time poring over his bracket.  I think he filled one out (who doesn't?), while sitting up in bed, and it took him about 10 minutes.  I'm almost sure (geez, let's hope) that the media is paying more attention to his bracket than he is. 

Sunday, March 15, 2009

The BO Chronicles

I was at Target last night, shopping for various sundries.  I swung by the deodorant aisle.  Target has a wide selection.  About 3/4 of one entire side of an aisle is dedicated to deodorant.

My normal approach is four steps:  (1) find the men's section; (2) grab either Degree or Axe for men; (3) pop the caps and smell a few; and (4) purchase one that I don't think a woman, if I ever met one, would find offensive.  I don't even look at the name of the scent.  Gone in 30 seconds.

Last night required a different procedure.  For there in front of me was a family.  An impenetrable wall of family.  Here's a rough approximation of the configuration:

__________________________
   W  < >     S         K          H
         G  < >                          Me
__________________________
 
W = Woman in her late twenties, with a shopping cart (< >) parallel to the aisle facing S.
S = W's sister, I think.  A little younger.
K = Kid, an 8 year old girl
H = Husband of woman, slightly younger, and definitely NOT in charge.
G = W's mom (the grandmother) with her own shopping cart (< >) also parallel to the aisle.

The deodorant is on the north side of this aisle.  W, G, and S are in the women's section.  K and H are in the men's section.  K is lifting the cap off of ev-e-ry...single...container, and sniffing them all -- as if she's in some sort of timed deodorant sniffing contest.  God knows what this will do to her brain development.

H, flummoxed by all the choices, has a blank look on his face.  He's not frustrated by how much time they are spending here.  He's not even resigned to it.  He's just floating in his own space.

W and S are discussing the various scents of women's deodorants. W then shrieks (literally):  "Oh my God*, they have Classic Romance."  Classic Romance?  Yes, that's the name of a women's scent.  Talk about marketing!  There's nothing romantic about deodorant.  I actually thought she was kidding, but S and G lean in for a whiff.

*Degree has its own line of deodorant for teenage girls and it's tag line is "Protection for every OMG moment."

W then tells H:  "You should get this."  H, not knowing what else to do, says "If you think so."  Yeah, H is going to be wearing Classic Romance.  I think H might be in the Navy (we are near NAS Jax, and he has a short haircut). 

But wait, W isn't done.  She blurts to the group:  "John (this is H's name), you really should get 'clinical protection'."  I'm feeling uncomfortable.  Not only am I spending waaaayyy too much time in the deodorant aisle, but I now have the sinking feeling I'm going to get TMI about H's b.o.  G chimes in "Yes, John, that's very strong.  Doctors recommend it."

Doctors recommend deodorant?  When?  I've never seen a commercial that says "4 out of 5 doctors we surveyed recommend Degree Clinical Protection."  How bad do you have to smell to get a doctor's recommendation for deodorant.  I decide to hold my breath, just in case.

I've had enough.  It's Saturday night, and I may not have any plans, but I'm NOT going to be stuck in a deodorant colloquium.

Here's the aisle again, in a bigger view.  My plan is represented by the dashed lines:


__________________________

   W  < >     S       / K           H
                              --- \
         G   < >                  \
                                       -----Me
__________________________

That's right, moving quickly to my left, I execute a slashing maneuver, and using my left hand, I reach up and over the kid for some men's Degree. The family looks at me like I've just walked through their living room on my way to their backyard.  I leave quickly.

On the way to the counter I sneak a peek.  I got Degree "Power."  Look out y'all.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I Have Something In Common With Obama

On the NPR program "News and Notes" the other night, the host asked his guests whether Obama's newly graying hair was an issue worth discussing or not.  His guests said "yes," because it was indicative of job stress.

That's debatable, of course.  We all know the job of president is stressful.  I don't think gray hair adds anything to the analysis.  Plus, is there really a scientific link between stress and gray hair, or is that a myth?  I should probably research it, but that's not what this post is about.  [Update:  I'm right.]

I went to sleep Monday night with gray hairs dispersed throughout my head, but at most giving me a salt and pepper look.  Mostly pepper.  But I do have one streak in the front left side that's a little grayer than the other parts.

When I woke up Tuesday morning, that streak had become completely white!  Whatever dark hairs previously populated that streak converted to the dark side (or rather, the light side) in a single night.  Nothing stressful happened.  I ate well and slept well.



I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow looking like Lorne Greene.

Scientists Discover Positive Aspect of Allergies

Okay, not really scientists.  Just me.

The pollen in the air is playing havoc with whatever portions of the body are responsible for me breathing air as opposed to viscous fluids.  I may need gills.

I discovered a side benefit.  I drink green or white tea every morning, sometimes flavored.  This morning it was goji berry and pomegranate flavored.  If you drink these teas while your sinuses are stuffy, there's a pleasant little side effect.  At any point later in the day, when you sneeze or blow your nose, you get a little olfactory hint of fruit.

It's like the bouquet of a fine wine, and it lasts all day.

Political Points

  • What mindset must Congressional members have to approve billions in spending on pork projects (a/k/a earmarks, to be known on this blog as "pork rinds")?  It's like they all say "no pork" until it comes to their own pork rinds, and then it's a different story. Nearly 8,000 pork rinds in the spending bill, totaling about $5.5 billion.  I heard a commentator say at least it is only 1-2% of the spending package, and it only covers the period ending September 30, 2009.  Uh-huh, but it's still $5.5 billion of our money.  Even if we wipe out the pork rinds beginning October 1, 2010, that's still $5.5 billion that could have been used for other things.  Or maybe that's just "extra" -- there's nothing broken in the country that requires funding.
  • Al Franken has basically won Minnesota by 200 or so votes, subject to all the litigation Coleman is engaging in to settle it once and for all.  Sort of.  Coleman won't win this round, but he's got a few appeals left in his quiver.  It's been 4 months.  At some point, shouldn't he just lay down the sword?  Minnesota is half-represented in Congress right now.  I can't wait until Franken is seated, if only because the former comedian is bound to say something funny about the delay.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Heading for the Poles

A new survey by Trinity College found that 75% of Americans consider themselves Christian, down from 86% in 1990.  The study concluded that the missing 11% had not largely migrated to other religions.  Instead, most had gone over to the "dark side" of logic and reason. 

You'd never know it watching athletes, though.  Last night I was watching the seniors give their post-game speeches after North Carolina defeated Duke in basketball.  The first three seniors to speak gave some variation of this:  "I just want to give thanks and glory to God, because without him, I wouldn't be here."

I guess if you believe in a divine creator, the statement is literally true.  But it would hardly be worth mentioning, since none of us would "be here" if not for said creator.  I think, though, that the players are referring to "here" as senior night in the DeanDome, playing for one of the top college basketball programs in the country.  So my response is, what does God have to do with that? 

As much as I love Tarheel basketball, I am convinced that if there is a God, he is not watching basketball or worrying about whether the 12th man walk-on is feeling chipper about a 40 minute contest involving a ball and a hoop.  In fact, if there is a God, I'm pretty sure he's never heard of J.B. Tanner.  Or you.  Or me.

Keep in mind, these athletes started by thanking God (or in one case, Jesus).  Not their coaches.  Not their teammates.  Not their fans.  Not their parents!  But God or Jesus.  (It's worth pointing out that even Christians realize Jesus is dead).  To them, God/Jesus has more to do with them being on the floor, as seniors at UNC, than their parents, who by any measure are certainly the athlete's true creators.

That's not unusual.  Quarterback throws a touchdown pass and points to the sky.  Thanks God for watching the game and making me throw a touchdown pass.  I wonder what the religious defensive back thinks about God after that play.  Why did the QB get the glory and the DB got burned?  Duplicitous as always, religion says that God was teaching DB some kind of lesson.  All in the "great plan."

So what's with the survey?  Are many Americans turning away from religion while athletes are turning toward it?  I think the answer might lie elsewhere in the study, which found that evangelical Christianity is on the rise.  It is the mainstream religions that are losing ground.  The evangelical brand of Christianity is more likely to give a shout out to the big man in the sky(?).

That's really interesting, because like politics, we are seeing polarization in the religions.  Mainstream Christians are either going hardcore evangelistic, or bailing out altogether.  One of the Trinity College representatives said that those who are bailing out are bailing out because they see the others heading for evangelism.  They are turned off by religion because of the phenomenon.

That's probably true to a degree.  I have another theory:  the proliferation and accessibility of information.  One of religion's great strengths is to explain away uncertainties. People are comforted by answers.  When there's no real answer, insert God.  Voila, answer!  Never mind that it isn't actually an answer.  It'll do.

Now, in the Information Age, with knowledge largely a push button away, we are growing to expect real answers.  Moreover, the more information becomes a part of our cultural lives, the more curious we become.  Intellectual investigation is not religion's sweet spot.  The answers religion used to give are less satisfying to a lot of folks now.

In closing, I'd just like to say "Thanks be to Bill Gates, for without him I would not be typing this blog post.  Oh, and my parents and teachers too I guess [insert begrudging tone]."

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Mystery Sandwich Technique

On the way home from work today I was behind a black Nissan Sentra, in decent, but not great shape, circa 2003. The driver, a man, was holding his left hand out the window while driving with his right.

But what's that in his left hand? A sandwich! He is holding the sandwich at arm's length out the car window. Appears to be some sort of flatbread or panini, with the flat portion of the bread facing into the wind (not aerodynamically on edge, cutting through the wind).

Occasionally, but not often, he brings his sandwich in and takes a bite while driving.

But at stop lights/signs, he brings his arm in, and keeps it there. The whole time. He takes no more bites while sitting than while driving. He just doesn't put the sandwich out the window. When the light goes green, the sandwich heads out the window, until he wants to take a quick bite while driving.

When I first saw this I explained it one of two ways: (a) the sandwich smells bad (maybe tuna) and he doesn't want to stink up the car; or (b) he doesn't want crumbs in the car. Those two theories went out the window when he kept the sandwich in the car for the entirety of his traffic stops.

Any ideas why he would hold the sandwich out the window only when in motion? Could he be keeping the sandwich refrigerated with the 55 degree Florida air?

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Jaan Pehechaan Ho

One of my favorite movies of all time is Ghost World (2001).  It stars a young Scarlett Johansson, Thora Birch (American Beauty) and Steve Buscemi (Fargo).

The movie opens with Thora Birch's character dancing in her room to a video she is watching.  Today, listening to an NPR discussion of Bollywood movies, I remembered the video her character was watching.  Jaan Pehechaan Ho, from the Indian film Gumnaam.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Punxsutawney Phil in Jacksonville

I posted something earlier about the local school system, and it was on the serious side.  But I was looking back at one I did a couple of weeks ago about Groundhog Day, and I got to thinking: What if Punxsutawney Phil lived in Jacksonville?  (side note:  according to this web site, the Punxsutawney Phil Beanie Baby is no longer available!)

Back to Phil in Jax:


First, we've established that groundhogs live about 10 years or so.  I don't know if the dog-years calculation applies.  They are groundhogs, not grounddogs.  In any event, Phil is around school age.  I don't care whether he's 50 or 60 in groundhog years.  If his birth certificate says 6 or older, he's got to be in school.  It's the law.  Unless he's outside workin' on daddy's truck.

Second, I imagine that Phil's parents, if living, did not have a steady income.  Phil's gonna have to go to public school.  He can dream about running track or playing tennis at The Bolles School, but it ain't gonna happen.

Third, Phil has little legs.  He won't be walking to school (too far) or biking (pedals too far away).  It's the bus for Phil.  He's gonna get picked on.  But for once, his species will be on the bus, not under it.


Fourth, poor Phil's little groundhog liver, kidneys and pancreas are gonna be in turmoil when he gets done eatin' at the school cafeteria.  Groundhogs don't survive long on name brand sodas, pizza and Doritos.  Or as listed on the Duval County school cafeteria menu:  "Brain Fud"

Fifth, Phil will be the top student in his class, as he will be the only member of the class without an Xbox 360 and a copy of Guitar Hero. 

Sixth, there will be some social awkwardness.  The tiny lice that so merrily prance in his fur as part of a perfectly natural symbiotic relationship will not be appreciated by his classmates' parents when they appear in little Madison and Taylor's carefully placed hair.

Seventh, following a Jacksonville schoolboy tradition, on February 2 when Phil pops his head out of the hole and sees his shadow, he'll whip out a glock and fire three slugs into his shadow's pea-sized brain.  That is, if the Jacksonville Sheriff's Office doesn't open fire on the shadow first.  Either way, won't be six weeks of winter next year!

School Funding

Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I know about statewide budget cuts in Florida, and everywhere else.  Explain to me why those budget cuts are hitting schools as hard as they are hitting other areas.  Shouldn't schools be insulated, at least somewhat, from the economy?

Perhaps that's why Americans do not have confidence in our place in the world.  We know -- because we hear it on the news all the time -- that our schools are slipping.  With each passing year, kids are getting less in the way of education, arts and physical activity. 

By the time they get to undergrad, it's too late to fix the problem.  Many undergraduate programs are reduced to video presentations in huge classes, or conducted online, with minimal little direct contact or feedback.  And that was before the undergrad institutions faced budget cuts! 

Why then are public schools suffering in the budget crunch?  Can't something else suffer disproportionately?  

In Jacksonville, school money has taken a back seat for a long time -- all the way in the back of the bus -- to the Sheriff's office.  We have a terribly high murder rate, so the solution is more officers, and groups of citizens writing reports about why this is happening to us. 

When I say "solution" I mean short term solution.  More officers make us feel safer.  Maybe, just maybe, it slows down the murder rate while we finish our reports.  It's just a band aid, though.  The real culprit is the Duval County school system, with a high school dropout rate around 50%.  That's not a new statistic.  Things have been bad in this county (and Dade) for a long long time.  Think maybe them chickens are comin' home to roost and showing up in the crime stats?

Maybe cleaning up education (see, e.g., obliterating the FCAT, the prep for which bores students to tears) would produce more long term benefits in the crime statistics.  But the current slate of politicians won't be around for that.  Won't get credit for it.  Band aids, on the other hand, sound really good on t.v.  Plus, we're all scared of crime.  If we're scared, we want it fixed.  Now!  Bad education?  That's kiiinnddda scary, but it's a slow kind of scary.  We can deal with it later. 

We'll delay production of bright, creative and motivated citizens, because we're skeeered of black people with guns.  Who's fault is that?

Maybe we ought to put ourselves in position to allow the U.S. to maintain (or re-achieve, depending on your viewpoint) its place in the world.  Hell, right now we can't even make a decent car.

Meanwhile the feds are giving money to banks for taking unnecessary risks, to bail out people who took unnecessary risks with their homes.  And a slice of the pie goes to the car manufacturers -- anyone who was born in the 70s or later could see this comin'. How is any of that money going to work its way back into the educational system? 

Soon we'll be too dumb to care.  And that, of course, is when we'll get the money.  Because the money goes to the dumb and the greedy.

Imagine how pissed I would be if I actually had kids!

Friday, February 6, 2009

Screw the Republicans. Literally.

"The Commonsense Guide to Understanding Numbers in the News, in Politics, and in Life" is a new book with a longwinded title that attempts to do exactly what it says.  The authors (Michael Blastland and Andrew Dilnot) take all those numbers we see on the news -- those misused statistics that are so attractive -- and debunk them.

For instance, consider a news story that says there is a correlation between big hands and better reading comprehension.  This is a classic case of two factors being correlated, but not causally related.  It may be that these two things go together, but having big hands does not cause better reading.  And so they found.  Bigger people have bigger hands.  Adults are bigger people.  Adults are better readers than children, who have small hands.

Or the study that showed Republicans enjoy sex more than Democrats.  Good dating tip, I guess.  But more men vote Republican than Democrat.  And men claim to enjoy sex more than women. 

I haven't read the book yet.  These examples are from reviews I've seen.  The book sounds like the flip side of Steven Levitt's "Freakonomics," which I read a couple of years ago.  In Freakonomics, Leavitt explains things like why legalization of abortion has reduced the crime rate.

So in Freakonomics, sometimes things that don't seem to be related, actually are.  In the Commonsense Guide, things that seem related, actually are not.

Out On a Limb of Your Own Choosing

Last night I went to a lecture by Tukufu Zuberi, from PBS' History Detectives.  This guy isn't just a t.v. personality. He's a professor of sociology at University of Pennsylvania, an Ivy League school.  A smart guy.  His lecture was entitled "Taking A Look Back at Negro League Baseball."

I was excited, because I'm a huge baseball fan and I've read a lot about Negro League baseball.  Unfortunately, Professor Zuberi cannot say the same.  I'll post the more baseball oriented portions of this rant over on my baseball blog, but my point in this post relates to speakers, lecturers and teachers generally.

It seems to me that if Professor Zuberi is uninformed about baseball he either (a) should not be giving a 100 minute lecture about baseball or (b) he ought to get up to speed before he gives such a speech.  Instead, he used baseball as a hook to draw an audience.  If you combined everything he said about baseball in this lecture, it might (might) add up to 5 minutes.  And much of what he said about baseball was generic references about "those men playing on the field".  There was little-to-nothing about baseball's special place in history and race relations. His baseball knowledge was below average for even a casual fan.  (Don't most of you know that Babe Ruth hit a lot of home runs?  Professor Zuberi thinks he had 700 hits.)

And he knew that he didn't know what he was talking about.  Twenty five minutes into the lecture he had yet to mention baseball.  He said to the audience "What does this have to do with baseball?"  He laughed.  He said the baseball stuff was coming, but he wanted to orient us to history so we could understand where he was coming from.  Yet he never got to baseball, simply meandering along about racism and "re-remembering history."  He knew baseball was not part of the lecture, and he knew we were wondering when he was going to get to it. 

Occasionally he'd take a stab at something baseball-related, almost always got it wrong and looked uncomfortable doing it.  When someone in the audience would correct his errors, he'd say "I told you I don't play baseball; I'm just a fan."  Uh-huh.  What does playing baseball have to do with analyzing its place in history?  That doesn't make sense.  It's the fans and other observers who understand baseball's special status.  It's the fans who know the player's names, the stats, the history!

There was exactly one reference to Negro League Baseball in 100 minutes, and that was near the end.  It was a reference to Pop Lloyd, and the reason Professor Zuberi knew that name was because he had done an episode of the History Detectives about a field named after Pop Lloyd.  I found it strange that he didn't pick up a few baseball things in the course of doing that story.

I'm a faculty member at a graduate school, and sometimes when we hire new faculty members, they will ask me if I have any advice for the classroom.  I always start with this:  Never pretend to know the answer to something you don't know.  The students will figure it out.  Always.  Your credibility will be shot.  And that reputation will stay with you as long as you are here, and perhaps at your next institution too.

So too Professor Zuberi. He is obviously a smart man, a good speaker, and a talented sociologist.  He made some good points about the perspective of the various wars, depending on which lenses you were wearing at the time.  And he was undoubtedly inspirational to the audience with respect to the way we should think about race.

Yet in a lecture about baseball, he clearly did not know his baseball stuff, and he tried to hide it with generic references and by practically avoiding baseball altogether.  His errors were obvious and were caught by the audience quickly.  A true baseball fan could mark him as an imposter very early on.  The way he talked about the game is the way people talk about it when they don't watch it and never played it and haven't studied it.  The last of those is his greatest crime in the context of this lecture. 

As smart as he may be on sociological matters, I would not read anything he writes, nor listen to anything he says, because for me his credibility is shot.  Had his lecture been called "Re-remembering African American History" I would have been happy about the lecture, and he would have been in his element.  Instead, he lured people (including a few former Negro League players) with the promise of baseball, and then not only neglected it, but undermined his own status by fumbling around in an area he does not understand.

Think about that, the next time you have to give a speech of your own.  Talk about what you know.  And if you are required to speak on a topic that you are underinformed about, get up to speed. 

Monday, February 2, 2009

Groundhog Day

So a bunch of people got up on a freezing cold winter morning in Pennsylvania to watch a hole.  Actually, that may not even be true.  They may simply watch some groundhog owner announcing the results of the owner having already watched a hole.

This has been happening since 1887.  In a place with a simply horrible name:  Gobblers Knob.  Sounds like a fictional setting for a porn flick.

Needless to say, today's Phil is not the original Phil.  Even the hardiest groundhogs in captivity live about 10 years.  In the wild, they may live up to 6 years, and most live 1-3 years, thanks to traffic.  Since all the Phils are in captivity, let's go with an 8 year life span.  That's a plenty long life to pass on the weather knowledge to the little uns. 

This would be the 15th generation of Phil.  The Phil selection process must be interesting.  Let's say we have the original Phil (our proverbial Adam) who copulates with the proverbial Eve, groundhog style.  Groundhogs have one litter a year, with 2-9 pups.  Which of those became the next Phil?  Is it like royalty, where the oldest male gets the job?   Is there fratricide, where one of the younger males knocks off the older male to rise in standing?  Have there been any female Phils in years where there was no male lineage, or did the folks in Gobbler's Knob substitute a male groundhog just in case someone decided to look between its little legs?

And how do we know if the damn thing sees its shadow or not?  I suspect a groundhog does not even know what a shadow is.  Perhaps a frightened little expression appears on his face at the sight of a silhouetted apparition of himself, allowing the observers to say he saw it.  Or perhaps a groundhog expert, trained in the ways of the groundhog (much like Carl in Caddyshack) interprets his actions as yay or nay.

Apparently in 112 tries he has seen his shadow 97 times.  Why all the hubub, if he's going to predict six more weeks of winter 87% of the time?  Besides, it's Pennsylvania, and it's February 2.  Six more weeks of winter isn't exactly going out on a limb.  A human with a groundhog sized brain could tell you that.

What happened in the other ten years?  That is, if the first groundhog day was 1887 (122 years ago), but his record is 97-15, what happened in the other ten years?  Sadly, we'll never know.  The official site says for those years there is "no record".  The last year with no record was 1899, which is the year the Groundhog Club was formed.  "God forbid we miss any records hereafter" they declared!  

In any event, no one takes this seriously anymore...not even the official Groundhog Club.  On the other hand, I wonder if there is a single morning television show, whether network or local, that will not include it in this morning's stories. 

Ubiquitous television news stories, and people standing in freezing weather, all to observe a tradition that came from the Germans use of a hedgehog (porcupine) in connection with predicting the weather on Candlemas thousands of years ago.  As if religion does not serve as sufficient evidence, this whole groundhog thing reminds me what a strange species we are.

Friday, January 30, 2009

So, Do You Like It Greasy and Smelly?

The U.S. Dep't of the Interior is now saying they've discovered that department employees "used cocaine and marijuana and had sexual relations with oil and gas company representatives."  This one offers up so many cheap shots that I don't know what to do with myself.  Drilling? Lube jobs?

But I won't stoop to that level.  I'm going to stoop to a different level.  When I first heard the story, I had a thought I'm not proud of.  I thought "Sleeping with oil and gas company representatives?  Gross!"  For this post, then, I'm going to identify a few more influential groups whose representatives I think it would be gross to have sex with.

  • Milk homogenization representatives (Milk Industry Foundation)
  • American Podiatric Medical Association
  • Obesity lobbyists
  • National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, particularly the Chlamydia Division
  • Plumbing and Drainage Institute
  • Focus on the Family
  • American Backflow Prevention Association
  • People from Texas 
It's pretty unlikely I would run into most of these people anyway.  I might accidentally bump into someone from Focus on the Family, but they are probably abstinent -- or at least would claim to be.

I would make the list longer, but hopefully you can add to the list in your comments to make this more interesting.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Change Your First Name, Before You Get Arrested

A recent study out of the University of Pennsylvania finds that the more common a boy's first name is, the less likely he is to commit crimes.  And, the less popular a boy's first name is, the more likely he is to be a juvenile delinquent.

For example, Michael and David are pretty safe.  Alec, Ernest, Ivan, Kareem and Malcolm are not.

There's obviously a lot (too much) to explore here, but I note that first names are more diverse than they used to be.  Prior to 1950, approximately one-quarter of all boys and girls got one of the Top 10 names.  On the boys side that meant James, Robert, John, Michael, David, William, Richard, Thomas, Charles and, surprisingly, Gary. 

Today, only one-tenth of boys and girls have a Top 10 name.  Uh-oh.  Does that mean there will be proportionately more crime? 

Of course, this study is going to have some built in bias.  It is well known that our prison population is disproportionately (and disconcertingly) non-white, and of course, it is the whites who are the biggest factor in deciding what the most popular names are.  It stands to reason, then, that the more unique names provided by African-American parents, and the foreign names provided by people who have immigrated from other countries, would gel with our disproportionate criminal treatment of minorities.

I, for one, love unique names.  Sometimes they are funny, but sometimes they resonate.  Plus, I have to admire parents who go "off the board" and make up a previously little-known name for a child.  In a way, it's like art; a creative vision of how you think of the child, or who you want the child to be.

I wonder if you would be able to guess how many of the Top 10 boy names from 1950 are still in the Top 10 today (as of 2007).  Without looking, I'll say six...the first six listed above.  All very common names.

Wrong. These were the Top 10 boy names in 2007:  Jacob, Michael, Ethan, Joshua, Daniel, Christopher, Anthony, William, Matthew and Andrew.  Only two in common with the above list.  And still a fairly boring set of names. 

If you are curious, none of the Top 10 girls names in 2007 were in the Top 10 in 1950.  Good riddance to the #1 name from 1950:  Linda.  I mean, a few Lindas here and there are okay, but as the MOST popular name in the entire country???  I'm also split on the #1 girls name from 2007:  Emily.  On the one hand, I love the name and like to hear it.  On the other, I don't want it to be so watered down.  After all, virtually every Emily I've ever met has been beautiful.  Once the name is #1, there are bound to be some hideous people that end up with the name and take it down a notch.

In the year I was born, my name was #16, behind Anthony and ahead of Steven (take that, Steven!).  In Florida anyway.  In the nation, it was #9, just behind Richard and ahead of Thomas.  That's disappointing...to be so ordinary.  On the other hand, it looks like I won't be incarcerated.   For newer Jeffs, not so lucky.  It was #190 in 2007.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Random Surf in the Blogosphere: Cancel the Wall Street Journal Subscription

With the economy all haywire, I'm going to be relying a lot on this blog, though I'm slightly discouraged that it has one post -- and one post only -- dated January 26, 2007.

The dollar was smooth although the data were absolutely upbeat today. ... E.E.U.U. CPI rose the 0,5% last months, and base CPI increased 0,2% according to the awaited thing. The new homemade sales rose in an annual index of 1,642 million December, on the estimation of 1,59 million.

Where else are you going to get reliable financial data like the "awaited thing" and "homemade sales." I tell ya, when the awaited thing starts dropping, and homemade sales slip, I am selling all my stock and putting my money in the cookie jar.

Random Surf in the Blogosphere: Dating Tips You Can Use

This isn't really a blog, but the person who posted this used to have a blog called "datingtipsformenseekingwomen."  Now, it's apparently a business.

I like Tip #6:

6. Make sure that your request for a date does not pressurize the person in any way.

Good advice, unless you are asking someone out while in space or under water.

Random Surf in the Blogosphere: Loving Lara Croft

Okay, I shouldn't do this.  Pick on the same guy twice.  But this blog is priceless.

Can somebody imagine loving a imaginary person ? I did that for a long time. I love Lara Croft, and I am still loving her. ... If the imaginary and the real world collide for some strange reason ... and she will become a real person (just imagine that it was possible, never mind that is impossible, is just an example) and call me at 3 AM in the morning and ask me to help her:

- Hello I am Lara Croft. I know you love me, and I need your help. I need you to give your life for me. I know that is not fear but I need your help.

Believe me that I will do that without any hesitation. Yes, is crazy, I never meat her, I never have the the occasion to that.  So that's what I think is the real love. An unconditional love...

I have nothing to add, except that I'm prrrrrettttttty sure he isn't going to meat her.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Random Surf in the Blogosphere: MySpace Blogs

MySpace blogs are the best, because they are just public diaries where the blogger either spews the barest emotions for anyone to read, or simply thinks he/she should start a blog because it's a kewl thing to do.  Here's a good example from Matt, who at age 34, ought to know better.  All the quotes here are, btw, in one long paragraph.

Hi. I hope everyone is well, healthy, and happy. I entitled this "My First Cryptic Blog"-- because I'm gonna go everywhere in the next couple of minutes and leave it to you to come to your own conclusions. I'm gonna also describe things to allow you to know what's actually going on around me at each moment. This isn't gonna be a inspirational or story-telling blog--but it's gonna be very thought provoking. "Blurry" by Puddle of Mud is playing on my ITunes right now. I am drinking a cranberry and vodka that I made myself in my hotel room. Tonight myself and one of my best friends just watched "Ghost Rider"--thought it was good. I just got a text from someone I'm very interested in, but have no idea how it will pan out. I had one of the best meals I've had in a long time at Chevy's today.

Truly thought provoking, particularly the incredible meal at a national Tex-Mex chain. It's a bad sign when the blog advertises how cryptic the author believes he is.

My dreams have not yet overcame my memories...

I don't know what that means.

In case you didn't know, no one came to me with the terms "Version One" and "Mattitude"--they were terms I created and made on my own.

That's not what my Oxford English Dictionary says. Really, you invented the words "Version One"???

I'm turning the thermostat in my room up to 74 right now--it's chilly in here. 

I'm going to keep coming back to this blog if I get a play-by-play account of thermostat changes in someone else's house.  Fascinating!

I have a message to get out there, I just need someone to provide me with a beat. Someone told me today, and I quote, that I was "The last true role model."

If that's true, then I'd just like to mention to everyone that I've turned my thermostat in my house up to 70 degrees because my fingers are cold.

Random Surf in the Blogosphere: Homeschooling

"Mary Vitamin" gives you her "daily recommended allowance of Marian reflection" on her blog about religion and homeschooling.  I feel sorry for these particular homeschooled kids.

Having a child who really likes dates has helped us to pursue many different types of timelines. Tapping into this child's love of opera has resulted in the creation of an opera timeline. For our date we use the year of the opera’s first performance.

Normally, after watching an opera on video (we haven’t managed to see one in real life yet although I do hope to bring this child to a live performance), we hang a card with the date.

I can't decide which is more fascinating: opera, or an opera timeline. In any event, I recommend starting a homeschooled Chess Club so the kid can actually make friends.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Random Surf in the Blogosphere: Holy U2charist!

This one comes from Nellie's Blog.

When she isn't marrying folks or dunking babies, Paige is busy transforming the world, and has come up with something called the U2charist, a eucharist service that uses the music of U2 to help spread the gospel of mercy and charity, and, specifically, the Millennium Development Goals of eradicating poverty. As you'll see (and hear) here, the movement has spread throughout this country and has extended to England, New Zealand and Hong Kong as well.

Who can forget the haunting religious underpinnings of U2's "Party Girl"?
"I know a girl, a girl called Party
Party girl
I know she wants more than a party
Party girl
And she won't tell me her name
Oh no, not me
I know a boy, a boy called Trash
Trash Can
I know he does all that he can
Wham Bam
And she won't tell me his name
Oh no, not me"

Random Surf in the Blogosphere: Satan is Attacking

From the Mission Imprint blog, which to my mind, is really troubling. The blog's subheading is "An expansive Kingdom movement intended to strategically imprint the “Radiance of God's Glory” upon nations of the world through the development of transformational mission communities as the Holy Spirit specifically directs." [Shudder]


Anyway, this was part of a "Miracle Report":


WARNING: Kay and I were talking tonight and as we are putting thoughts together, it seems apparent that all of us are getting serious attack from Satan. Sunday was a hard day for both of us, though we didn't put that together until tonight. I felt like I was in a battle for several hours sunday afternoon. ...

Remember guys...we are not playing defense. We are RUNNING TO THE BATTLE. Let's be agressive. We need to PRAY HARD.

It took you three days to realize Satan was attacking?  Honestly, I thought Satan was better than that.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Random Surf in the Blogosphere: For Adrenaline Junkies

This comes from the Car Tunning blog, and no, that's not a typo on my part:


Adrenaline junkies have been waiting for this one for quite a while — the all new Type R pure sports edition of the Civic. Now the wait's over, in Japan at least.
The super Honda comes equipped with a specially tuned 2.0-litre normally aspirated engine matched to a six-speed manual transmission.

Car enthusiasts believe the new Civic may reach 65 miles per hour with a proper tail wind. Adrenaline junkies are advised to consult with their doctors before getting behind the wheel.


Random Surf in the Blogosphere: He's Gone

Stephanie writes on her MySpace blog:

SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF HIM
Category: Life

Throughout our time dating we left songs for each other on our page. Romantic songs, sweet songs -- songs about love and forever and how we'd never felt this way before. Dozens, maybe even hundreds of songs....and now, guess what? Every single damn one of those songs is on the radio at some point during the course of my day.
  • 500 Miles by The Proclaimers. Yep, he had that on his page for me.
  • When You're Gone by Avril Lavigne. Yep, had that on my page.
  • I'll Stand by You by The Pretenders.
  • The Promise by When In Rome.
 Damn. Can I get away from the memories SOMEHOW?

Yeah, stop listening to the radio. Try this playlist instead:
  • Ugly Truth by Matthew Sweet
  • Dream On by Aerosmith
  • Hopeless Bleak Despair by They Might Be Giants
  • Girlfriend in a Coma by The Smiths
  • Digging the Grave by Faith No More

Random Surf in the Blogosphere: Mr. Green Thumb

From the Acts 2:42 blog:

My wish is that Jesus can keep weeding out sin in my life, keep me from evil and allow me flourish, just as the gardens are doing now! In the mean time I'll just keep trying to understand yard work……..

Our Gardener, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.  What would you recommend for dollar weed?  Grass is St. Augustine, Zone 9.  I've tried everything.  Please help.  Amen.


Friday, January 2, 2009

Cual es su nombre?

Driving to Miami last Sunday I saw this sticker on an 18 wheeler:  "God's last name is not 'dammit'".  Awesome! 


First, of course dammit isn't God's last name.  That's a terrible last name. Is Dag's last name "Nabbit"?  Is Gosh's last name "doggit"?

Second, does anyone believe God has any last name at all?  Why would he?  You get your last name from your father's family.  If I understand it right, God is not descended from anything or anyone.  Ergo, no last name.  Query, however, what Adam and Eve's last name was.  Either they didn't have a last name because their "father" didn't have a last name, or God anticipated the need for last names and gave them a random one.  If so, shouldn't we all have that last name? 

And Jesus would have the same last name as Adam and Eve, I think.  Yet everyone knows his last name was "Ofnazareth". 

Third, if God does have a last name, it is almost certainly "Smack".  That is, if you are talking about the Old Testament God.

Fourth, an even better last name for God is "Less."  In fact (if I can use the word "fact" in a discussion like this), "Less" is the perfect last name for God. He has no god himself, right?  So how clever would it be for him to be God Less?  Then we'd have Eve Less. 

But we all know Less is Mo(o)re.







Perhaps there's a God after all.  Damn!

Sami

Forewarning: this isn't going to be a rant.  It's more personal than that.

I moved to my current house about 3 years ago.  There was a friendly couple across the street, with two cats.  They also fed a neighborhood cat that I referred to as "the ragamuffin."  He was very scraggly, and apparently, very old.  Mike and Darcy, my neighbors, said he had been renting his house for 7 years.  Mike's sister lived in the house before that for 7 years.  And during all this time, the ragamuffin was around.  Never belonging to anyone in particular, but mostly eating the food that Mike and Darcy provided.  He slept under their back deck.

A year later Mike and Darcy began having some marital problems and Darcy moved out.  Darcy was the animal lover.  She left behind her two beautiful cats, and of course, the ragamuffin was still around.  Mike made a notional effort to feed these animals, but not much more.  Whether it was because they were a representation of Dara, or because he just didn't care about cats, I don't know.  I began taking care of all three of them.

Darcy's two cats began to live on my patio.  I don't know what their real names were, but I called the white one "Ellie" and the tabby "Alexis."  Darcy would come to pick something up at her old house once every 3 months, stop by mine and say that she was working on a way to come back for Ellie and Alex.  About 10 months later she did.  Without any notice.  I just had a note on my door.  I wasn't too pleased, because they had become my pets. 

I was still feeding the ragamuffin when he came over and didn't find a meal elsewhere.  Somewhere during this period Mike moved out, and of course, he made no provision for the ragamuffin.  The ragamuffin began eating at my house more frequently, but he preferred to continue sleeping under the deck across the street.  Eventually I started going to the deck across the street every morning to put out food and water for him.  He had the house to himself.

I began to call him "Sami".  He was a black cat with long hair.  A white racoon mask on his face and a broad white stripe running from his chin down to his belly and below. Although he had matted fur from living outside, he was very cute from the neck up.  And very sweet.

I started thinking I might like to have Sami living on my patio.  I began luring him to my patio with food and water...and this, of course, saved me from going across the street every day to feed him.  Still, he returned "home" each night and slept under the deck.  On cold nights I'd retrieve him and put him in my garage.  He never liked that, and sometimes hid from me.  He'd rather sleep in 25 degree weather than indoors.

Slowly he began to spend more time with me, sleeping in my garden during the day, and under the deck across the street at night.  When I'd come home from work, he would hear the garage door and come across the street for feeding and brushing.  I bought a wire brush to comb out his mats, and he would roll on his side begging for the brush.  He had a raspy old meow, like you'd expect from an old tom. 

This went on for about 15 months...until Christmas Day, when an already slow 15+ year old cat slowed to about 1/4 of his normal speed.  He stopped eating.  And now, he wanted to sleep in my kitchen.  Uncharacteristic, and a sure sign that his time had run out.

This morning I did for Sami what I hope someone will do for me when I reach that stage.  Painless and five seconds.  I then buried him across the street -- at his home -- with the wire brush he loved.

It didn't seem right that Sami should disappear so quietly.  Here's a small animal who lived by his wits on the streets for 15 years.  Who knows how many times he went hungry.  How many times he was kicked by some cruel teenager, or chased by a neighborhood dog.  How many times he got caught in a Florida afternoon rainstorm, or slept out in the cold.  How many times he hurt himself in the ordinary course of business, like the rest of us, and soldiered through.

I often thought he must have been hit by a car at least once, because I've never seen an animal so careful about crossing the street.  He would wait.  And wait.  The coast had to be very clear before he'd cross.  Then he'd fast-walk -- he couldn't really run anymore -- the shortest distance to his destination.  Never even a close call during any of my observations.

You'd think that sort of hardship would make him wary of people, or animals.  Yet, he wasn't particularly shy around people or the other cats in the neighborhood.  He was wary, but did not panic.  Best of all, he would purr as soon as he saw me.  Before I even touched him.

He was a tough little guy, but very sweet.  I'm going to miss seeing him when I come home from work and brushing him before I go to bed.

So long Sami.