Thursday, 27 December 2007

biden talks up an iowa upset

DES MOINES, Iowa [from politico.com]— Joe Biden is talking. “Barack does a room, Hillary does a room, I do the same room and I win,” he says. “I have absolute confidence in that. The question is: Do I get in enough rooms?” Biden is sitting at a table in a Starbucks, a cup of coffee rapidly growing cold in front of him. We talk for 30 minutes, and in that time I manage to fit in exactly two questions. I am not complaining. Biden is charged up and telling me that if he could trade places with Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton or John Edwards in Iowa right now, he would not do it. Would not! “I am not being a wiseass,” he tells me, nudging my arm for emphasis. “I am not joking. The guy with the most money and the woman with the biggest buzz, beaten by the man with the right message! Who people think is honest!” Though beating them, in Biden’s view, does not mean actually coming in ahead of them in the tally for delegates on Jan 3, the night of the Iowa caucus. He means he will beat them when it comes to expectations. He poses a possible outcome for caucus night. He says he is just making the numbers up, but it seems clear he has thought about them. “Let’s say I end up with 15 percent, Barack is at 20 percent, Edwards is at 22 percent, and Hillary is at 26 percent,” Biden says. “That would be a big victory for me.” He savors that for a moment. “Barack spends as much as Hillary and has all that organization and all that hype! And he gets beaten by Hillary by six points!” Biden says as if his fictional numbers were not fictional. “Some say John [Edwards] is done,” Biden says matter-of-factly and then spins a new scenario. “A third-place finish for him would be pretty dismal. After campaigning four years here. That would be a big loss.”
Biden says two big supporters of Edwards in 2004 called Biden not long ago to say they were switching to him. “Whoa! Where did that come from?” Biden says. “Two weeks out and they are jumping in for me? Where the hell did that come from?” I ask Biden if a candidate with a message and a personality, but not a big organization, can actually win Iowa.
“You need enough of an organization, though a couple of candidates hope just a message is enough,” Biden says. “You don’t have to have megabucks, but you have to have a savvy organization. I don’t think you can do like Bill [Richardson] is apparently doing and hoping people just go in and vote for you.” Biden has a network of endorsements from state, county and local officials, and while these endorsements can sometimes appear small-time — Biden had just been endorsed by the mayor of Keokuk — these are often the kind of politicians who have real political organizations. Along with those organizations, Biden is also depending on his ability to connect with people. Obama and Clinton "don’t really get to talking to people,” Biden says. “They may get 500 people in a room where I get 250, but the people who come out for me stay two hours, and I shake hands with them all. Hillary is on TV a lot, but with me you come out and I meet your two sons and your daughter and I show some enthusiasm.” “You can feel it,” he goes on. “My crowds are three times as large as ordinary.” (And, in fact, at his next event, which is at the Italian-American Cultural Center of Iowa on Des Moines’ south side, the parking lot is full, people are hunting for spots on side streets, the room is packed and they are putting out more folding chairs wherever they can find a space. It is the proverbial cold winter night, but people continue to trickle in even as Biden is speaking. One woman, pushing a walker, comes in just as he is finishing, which might make it the first time in history Joe Biden has not gone on long enough.) At Starbucks, Biden says: “I tell my contributors — the few we have — and I tell my staff, ‘I cannot show you anything until Jan. 3.’ Then you guys (i.e. the media) will cover me and I will finally get to the front page of The New York Times, as reluctant as they are to do that.” To Biden, it is just a matter of getting in front of enough people. “I am confident in my message and I am confident in breaking through, and the only thing I am not confident about is have I been to enough places?” he asks with a shake of his head and then immediately brightens. “But I promise you, I am totally, completely at peace with the way I have done it.”
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and about the assassination of benazir bhutto, this:
“This is a terrible day. My heart goes out to Benazir Bhutto’s family, friends and followers. Like her father before her, Benazir Bhutto worked her whole life — and gave her life — to help Pakistan become a democratic, secular and modern Muslim country. She was a woman of extraordinary courage who returned to Pakistan in the face of death threats and even after an assassination attempt the day of her return, she did not flinch. It was a privilege to know her these many years and to call her a friend. "I am convinced Ms. Bhutto would have won free and fair elections next week. The fact that she was by far Pakistan’s most popular leader underscores the fact that there is a vast, moderate majority in Pakistan that must have a clear voice in the system. Her assassination makes it all the more urgent that Pakistan return to a democratic path. "This fall, I twice urged President Musharraf to provide better security for Ms. Bhutto and other political leaders — I wrote him before her return and after the first assassination attempt in October. The failure to protect Ms. Bhutto raises a lot of hard questions for the government and security services that must be answered. "I know that Benazir’s followers will be tempted to lash out in anger and violence. I urge them to remain calm — and not play into the hands of the forces of destruction. I urge Pakistan’s leaders to open a fully accountable and transparent investigation. We must find out who was behind this and bring those responsible to justice. And the United States should offer any assistance necessary, including investigative teams, to get to the bottom of this horror. "The way to honor Benazir Bhutto is to uphold the values for which she gave her life: democracy, moderation and social justice. I join with the Pakistani people in mourning the loss of a dear friend.”

the obstacle: a beautiful day in the neighborhood

the scene: i'm leaving the orphanage the day after christmas to replace the dog leash that was stolen during a visit to the dog park in west des moines with my three dogs. [the thief took his/her choice of my three leashes.]
as i prepare to back out the the drive, i notice that a car has been sitting three houses down--in the street--apparently stranded. its flashers were dimly flashing. as i slowly approached [the road was slightly narrowed because of recent snowfall] i noticed that her driver-side window was halfway down. i stopped alongside the car, and asked the woman if she needed help.
she indicated someone was enrout to help.
before i could finish this exchange, a rav4 with colorado plates [oh, and a bike rack on top] was on my ass--HONKING repeatedly.
deciding to demonstrate ownership of the street in front of my house, i slowly began to pull away from the disabled car.
before i was two car lengths away, the rav4 shot through the gap between it and my car, swerving wildly around me, slowing just enough for me to see the driver's contorted face as he flipped me off.
the HONKING had continued unabated.
i quickly got on the rav4's rear bumper, and returned the bird. at the stop sign at university, i saw the brake lights move into reverse and then brake mode.
he had parked.
i got out, walked up, and this is what ensued.
he: FUCK YOU! JUST FUCK YOU.
me: um, what's the problem?
he: FUCK YOU! YOU'RE A FUCKING OBSTACLE!
me: um, she was broken down. i stopped to see if she needed help.
he: FUCK YOU! YOU'RE A FUCKING OBSTACLE!
me: i LIVE on this street.
he: I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. JUST FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU!!

me: dude, what's your problem?
he: FUCK you. YOU are; you're an obstacle. FUCK you.
me: are you serious? she was having trouble; her car was broken down. i was trying to help her.
he [continues while i talk to him]: FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU.
me: sir, you've gotta relax.
he: YOU OBSTACLE. GET OUT OF THE FUCKING ROAD. YOU FUCKING OBSTACLE. FUCK YOU.
me [looking into rav4, to woman, disappearing into passenger-side front seat and floor]: is he with you? he's a WINNER.
he: FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING OBSTACLE.
me: um, YOU stopped and put your little toy car into park, remember?
he: FUCK YOU!
me [returning to car]: what an asshole.

do any of these scenes look familiar?
we are so blessed around here not to be out-numbered by small-brained fleshy men from colorado driving little green toy cars, rav4s, with empty bike racks on top.




this did not take place yesterday in front of my house on 48th street as i attempted to inquire whether a motorist in a broken down car needed assistance.

thank goodness.

Wednesday, 26 December 2007

a changed biden finds he's taken seriously

KEOKUK, Iowa - Sen. Joseph R. Biden Jr. paced before the fireplace in Susan Dunek's living room and chopped the air with his hands as he outlined the legal scholarship on the war-powers clause of the Constitution, part of his answer to a voter's question about the invasion of Iraq.
Then he stopped himself.
"This is boring," the Delaware Democrat said.
"No, it isn't," protested his audience.
"You all are amazing," the senator said. "You're lovely."
In his second campaign for president, Biden, 65, is speaking his mind, giving Iowa voters full paragraphs of context instead of sound bites, making issues seem clear rather than simple. He seems like a man liberated from the promise and tragedy of his past, serene in the shadows thrown by the star wattage of fellow senators Barack Obama and Hillary Rodham Clinton, the former first lady.
To be sure, Biden is flirting with fourth place in what has been, up to now, a three-person Democratic race. Iowans appear to be warming to him in the final days before the Jan. 3 caucuses, the first contests in the race: His crowds are growing, they're listening intently, and many people stay behind for a picture, an autograph, or simply to touch him.
Whatever happens, Biden has earned respect from voters and pundits as serious and thoughtful, a kind of redemption 20 years after his first presidential campaign of airy rhetoric blew up amid accusations of plagiarism. A pair of brain aneurysms nearly killed him in 1988.
By then, he had already endured the death of his wife and young daughter in a car accident in Wilmington just after being elected to the Senate in 1972 at age 29. His two sons were injured.
These days, Biden doesn't let much get him down. It's probably the last hurrah for his White House ambitions, and he's enjoying the ride.
"It's so much easier this time, because I really, genuinely know what I believe and what I would do as president - I have a comfort zone," Biden said in an interview on a recent swing through eastern Iowa. "There's not any nobility about it, it's just that I'm OK."
When he ran in 1988, Biden was 44, the candidate of idealism who summoned his baby-boom generation to change the world. It seemed self-conscious to many.
"This is the first campaign I've been in that I haven't run myself," Biden said. "I'm usually the guy who says, 'Let me see the brochure, let me write it, let me change it.' "
He can still wax on (and on) and likes to quote poet Seamus Heaney's plea to make "hope and history rhyme," but Biden mostly flashes detailed expertise on constitutional law and foreign policy, and his diplomatic contacts. For instance, he told several audiences of a recent call from Pakistani President Pervez Musharraf.
Biden has blazed a trail on Iraq, supporting war funding while pushing to end the fighting by splitting the country into semi-autonomous zones along sectarian lines.
Even his opponents have tipped their hats to his gravitas, inspiring a YouTube ad that showed clips of three Democratic rivals saying, "Joe is right."
Indeed, his foreign expertise has been praised so much that Biden constantly faces suggestions he's really positioning himself to be secretary of state. He brushes that aside as condescending.
"He doesn't have the general appeal, the celebrity, but I've always admired his experience," said Ray Goeke, 79, a retired music teacher from Keokuk. "He's been dead right on Iraq. It's just unfortunate more people don't listen to him."
Rank-and-file Democrats seem to love his tough talk. In recent weeks, Biden has threatened to push impeachment of Vice President Cheney and President Bush - in that order - if they invade Iran.
"He's got a lot of guts, reminds me of Harry Truman,"
said Paul Neimann, 66, a retired factory worker in Burlington, Iowa.
"The American people don't give a darn about any of this stuff that's going on up here," Biden said during a November presidential debate last month, referring to Clinton's complaints she was being picked on.
In an October debate at Drexel University, he cut GOP candidate Rudy Giuliani, the former New York mayor, to size: "There's only three things he mentions in a sentence - a noun and a verb and 9-11."
Wit is a double-edged sword, of course, and Biden drew unpleasant memories of his garrulousness when in January, on the day he was announcing his candidacy, an interview appeared in which he said Obama was rising in the opinion polls because he is "the first mainstream African American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy" to run for president.
There have been no notable gaffes since; Biden is more disciplined than in the past.
Biden travels Iowa with an aide or two in a Chevrolet Suburban, with no escort cars, no press bus, few klieg lights, and no boom microphones attending him. No fuss, like Iowans themselves.
While Obama has Oprah, and Clinton has the former president, Biden's entourage on this trip included his son Hunter, daughter-in-law Kathleen, and his granddaughter, 9-year-old Finnegan, introduced as "the love of my life."
Unlike Clinton or Obama, whose strategy rests on bringing new voters to the caucus process, Biden aims to capture more reliable hard-core caucus goers.
Polling by other campaigns has picked up strong pockets of support for Biden in some rural regions and in the ethnic, majority-Catholic industrial towns along the Mississippi River in eastern Iowa.
"The core Biden constituency is news consumers, people who are paying attention to the world - and they will caucus," said John Marttila, who has advised Biden since 1972.
Biden started advertising for the first time on Iowa TV Dec. 12, and he has a strong organization with support from many state legislators. While he does not expect to come in first here, Biden believes he will beat expectations.
Iowans are notorious for deciding late, and the caucus process drew only 120,000 Democrats four years ago and 62,000 in 2000 - a minuscule percentage of voters. Because of the way the process works, concentrated support in a few areas can produce delegates.
"Over a year, you can shake the hand of everybody that's going to caucus for you," said David Redlawsk, a professor and pollster at the University of Iowa.
And so Biden motors on, answering every question at length and stopping to greet people as his son tries to herd him to the next stop.
Don Dodge grabbed Biden's hand on the way out of a cold conference room at the Iowan Motor Lodge in Fort Madison, pledging to caucus for him.
"Don't let this guy get out of here without his phone number," Biden said, motioning to an aide.

at the top of my new bike wish list

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i need a new tank flying pigeons. traditional three-speed design and comfort, chinese-made and available there for about $50, give or take. get them here for about $350 and up, in three different styles. read about them here. when you check out the website, hit "refresh" and you'll get a slightly different version of the movie poster. nice touch. the bikes are cheap, well-made, and a likely victim of the westernization of beijing.
[read the article. it's long, but a very revealing look at how the automobile fixes something that isn't broken.]
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and now on a completely different note...
christmas morning tragedy in texas

Tuesday, 25 December 2007

happy holidays

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WHEW, GLAD THAT SHIT'S DONE AGAIN... now i can kick back, relax, read, drink coffee,
and eat cookies.

Monday, 24 December 2007

jack and the magic bean bus

chapter 8 - a rose by any other name would still smell like bait

Randy didn’t wait for the shrieking and pounding on the front door to stop before yelling, “The door’s open!” In walked a shady looking character who said, “Hey Dog Bait, here’s the tubes you needed. Do you have those pedals?” “Bananas!” growled Randy as he got up from the table. “This is Jack.” Randy disappeared down the hall and they could hear the clanking of metal against metal as Randy rummaged around for pedals.

Jack must have had a confused look on his face because the person Randy had just called Bananas spoke up and said, “I’m Mike, but the guys around here call me Bananas. Most of the time Randy gets called Dog Bait or just Bait.”
“How did he get the name ‘Dog Bait’?” asked Jack, but before Bananas could answer him the front door banged open again and a whole troupe of scoundrels stomped in making the house suddenly feel much smaller and much louder. Jack didn’t recognize any of them at first, but when Bananas yelled for Scott to come over, Jack recognized the rider who had tricked him into riding the wrong direction all day today. “Hey Scott, how did Dog Bait get his nickname?” asked Bananas.

“Dog Bait was named by current Iowa City resident Bruce Reynolds back in 1975-6 while Bruce was a student and cyclist at Western Illinois University in Macomb,” explained Scott, sounding like a tour guide just warming up. “I was managing a laboratory in Macomb and training with Bruce, John Bolton, and QCBC cyclist Bill Olmstead.
Randy was only a junior at the time and tended to drift to the rear of the training peloton where the trailing farm dogs would look to cull out the weak for an easy supper. No broken bones to report but plenty of nips to the heels.”
Bananas chimed in with more introductions. “There’s Mongo and Dean Wright, but we call him Dean Wrong for reasons which will become more obvious the longer you know him. That’s Rat. Van Man will be here pretty soon. He’s coming in from Europe. Tom, Blockhead, and Paul are around here someplace. So is Bart. Sluggo is over there talking to Lowell. Watch out for Buzzsaw, a.k.a. ol’ Snaggletooth. We’ll meet up with Brendan and Bill later on. You’ll have to figure the rest out on your own.”
A moment later Randy reappeared holding two rat trap pedals. He handed them over in exchange for the new inner tubes and then tossed one to Jack, saying, “Thanks for lending me a tube to fix that flat.” Meanwhile, Bananas was spinning each pedal slowly to feel for roughness or play in the bearings. “These will work,” he said and then explained to Jack, “I tore a pedal up on my cruiser last weekend. We were on a midnight beater brigade around campus town.” “What’s a beater brigade?” asked Jack. “You’ll find out,” chuckled Bananas in a very unreassuring way. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some pedals to install.”
The low hum of a guitar amp rippled across the room and Jack turned to see Sluggo and Dog Bait plugging in. They only got about half way through tuning up before launching into some chords that were familiar to Jack. The tune sounded something like “Burning Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash, except that the words were all jumbled up and changed. Everyone knew the chorus and sang, “I fell in with a burning ring of liars…”
The song seemed to fit because most of the bits and pieces of conversation Jack was hearing around the room couldn’t possibly be true. The party was gradually shifting up through the gears as it gained speed, helped along by the ever increasing ratio of empty beer cans to fireworks.
Someone started calling for “The Blaster” and Tom disappeared down the same hallway Dog Bait had used earlier. He came back with a big shotgun and a box of shells and went out onto the front porch. Jack didn’t know much about guns, but this one looked more like an old fashioned cannon. BOOOM! The gun drove Tom back through the front door and echoed like thunder across the field on the other side of the street. A few seconds later Jack heard the sound of a huge tree limb crashing to the ground.
This house wasn’t quite like the orphanage where Jack had lived up until last night. It was more like a detention center for juvenile delinquents.
The shotgun blast acted as a signal calling everyone out of the house like Keystone Cops while they scrambled for battered bicycles scattered all over the front lawn. Within seconds Jack was on his own bicycle again, swept up in the group, pedaling furiously up the big hill at the end of Miller Avenue and disappearing into the night.
to be continued...
[a serial by little orphan dbax]

oscar peterson




spend a few minutes enjoying the gifts of a man who has given me a lifetime of enjoyment. i'm going to dig out and dust off some sweet old vinyl tonight.