Skip to content

It’s been nice

Just my luck. As I mentioned a couple of days ago, my new Ipad finally arrived after a several week wait. Today I find out that I won’t be enjoying it for long, because the whole world is going to end on May 21st.

[Harold] Camping, an engineer by training, says he came up with the very precise date of May 21 through a mathematical calculation that would probably crash Google’s computers. It involves, among other things, the dates of floods, the signals of numbers in the Bible, multiplication, addition and subtraction thereof. Camping describes his equations with absolute conviction.

“He seems to be the only one who understands the equation,” said Paul Boyer, a University of Wisconsin historian who studies apocalyptic beliefs.

Camping is an engineer by training, but his day job is as a fundamentalist radio preacher. Apparently he’s been through this before, having just missed on his previous prediction that the world was going to end in 1994. This time, of course, he must be right, because his calculations have yielded not just the precise year, but the precise date and time:

The end will come sometime around 6 p.m. on May 21 — not 6 p.m. California time or New York time or Hong Kong time. The world will end at 6 p.m. only when it is 6 p.m. locally, Camping said, citing his calculations. “People will see this coming to them from around the world,” he said. “It will follow the sun around.”

Okay, so my new Ipad may come in handy after all. I think I’m right in thinking that the world will end at the international dateline first, and then the end will make its way west, around the world until it gets here. That’s seventeen hours, more or less. That means I can use my Ipad to follow the end on twitter, or to get live team coverage from Fox.

Now, if you think Camping and his followers are slightly crazy, rest assured they are not, at least if you consider insanity as a deviance from the norm. Here in America, according to the article, fully 41% of the people believe the world will end before 2050. Camping and his flock are merely pegging the date slightly earlier.


Here they go again

Republican Christopher Coutu, who somehow managed to get himself elected as a state representative from Norwich, is your typical right wing legislator, more interested in spouting inane talking points than responsible governance. He is also planning to run against Joe Courtney in 2012 (when he will get his ass handed to him, but that’s not what this piece is about).

The New London Day has already commenced its campaign on his behalf, giving outsize prominence to a gimmicky lawsuit filed against Malloy’s budget by some Republican legislators and a right wing legal group. The paper gave it front page coverage, with Coutu’s name featured in the headline.

I’m not saying that this waste of judicial time doesn’t deserve coverage. It just doesn’t belong on the front page as the headline story, nor does Coutu’s name need to be prominently displayed in that place. This comes a mere day after the Day printed a Coutu press release in the guise of a news article.

This is the same as it ever was. The allegedly liberal Day can be relied on to lavish attention on Republican candidates for the Second Congressional seat.

UPDATE: The drumbeat continues, with the normally sensible David Collins lavishing praise on Coutu in a column this (Sunday) morning. (This post was originally put up on Saturday). That makes it three days in a row. Collins transcribes the usual conservative tripe that Coutu and people like him dish out (we must screw the middle class while aiding the rich is what it always amounts to) and, of course, neither challenges Coutu nor informs his readers regarding the facts about Social Security, about which Coutu engages in the usual Republican lies. Likely, like so many members of the press, Collins has not bothered to inform himself on these topics, preferring to confine himself to the he-said, she said style of political reporting. After all, who ever said it was the role of the press to sort out the facts for its readers, rather than leaving it to them to do the heavy lifting.


Friday Night Music

So, last Saturday we went to Northampton. Periodically we meet friends up there and use a concert as an excuse to get together. Last time around it was the one and only, the great Randy Newman. This time is was John Prine. I confess that though I’ve heard of him, I couldn’t have named a single one of his hits, if he had any, but, as I say, the concert is just an excuse for the get together.

Well, who knew there were a sufficient number of John Prine fans in the Northampton area to not only fill the theater, but who were mostly so knowledgeable about his body of work that they recognized each song at the opening chord. I have no idea which of his songs might be considered his trademark, but I liked this little ditty, sung here when he was quite a bit younger.

Though I love music, I don’t go to concerts very often. At the Prine concert, we enjoyed an opening act, and then waited over half an hour for Prine to come on stage. My wife and I, neophytes that we are, had about concluded that the now aging semi-star had suffered a heart attack or some other debilitating event. I turned to one of our friends (a dyed in the wool Prine fan) and said that while I might be willing to wait for half an hour for the likes of Paul McCartney, it seemed a tad long for just John Prine. To which remark she took much offense, but I stand by it, including the italics.

I have since learned that this is standard operating procedure, and that, even after paying $45.00 per ticket, one must expect to wait an ungodly amount of time before the rock and roll gods, demi-gods, or in this case demi-demi-demi-gods take the stage. I don’t have sufficient experience to say, but I wonder if the wait time is inversely proportional to the number of demis the performer in question warrants, in which case one would presumably have to bring a sleeping bag if one were actually affluent enough to afford a ticket to see a McCartney or the Stones.

I should add that once Prine started he put on a great show.


This blog now Ipad friendly

To coincide with the arrival of my new Ipad 2, I have added a plug-in to my WordPress blog. If you access the blog on an Ipad, it will look just like an Ipad app. Very cool.

Unfortunately, the actual content is of the same low quality, but the experience is so much more satisfying.

By the way, now that I have the Ipad 2 I can’t believe that I could stand living without one, especially since I also bought one of those overpriced Apple cases. My whole life has changed now that I can look at my own face close up and personal on the front facing camera. Now I know what my wife and co-workers experience every day, and I truly grieve for them.


Pundits assessed

Here’s some fun reading. An allegedly scientific, or at least quasi-scientific study of the predictions of pundits and others in the national eye. According to the study, liberals are far more likely to be accurate prognosticators than their conservative brethren, and lawyers are less likely than others to get it right.

Paul Krugman comes out way on top, and deservedly so. Not only is he almost always right, but his predictions are often made months in advance, so it’s not like he is predicting the obvious.

The study, on the whole, I fear, must be taken with a massive grain of salt. While the discussions of individual pundits point out that some predictions are slam dunks, the study itself, so far as I can see, does not factor in the obviousness of any particular prediction. If a pundit predicts that the sun will rise tomorrow, and it does, it appears that pundit gets a point. As to the lawyer factor, in which I have an obvious personal interest…well, there are lawyers and there are lawyers. The subset of pundits being examined does not necessarily include the most astute among us, so while it may be true that lawyer pundits who make it to Fox are not good at making predictions, it does not follow that one can say the same about lawyers as a class.

Still, fun reading, and one really can’t argue with the other finding-that liberals are right more often than conservatives. Conservatives live in a fact free present, so it’s not surprising that their futures are also fact free. It’s also the case that we need more of this. Every pundit on television should be given a report card now and then, and perhaps their grades should be disclosed each time they get to open their mouth on the television.


Obama gets Osama, but will he get the credit?

From what I’ve read, it looks like Obama deserves a lot of credit for taking out Osama. Personally, I wish they could have taken him alive, but I know that’s probably asking too much.

Will Obama get the credit he deserves, for what was apparently a long term effort that he pushed hard on? My guess is that he won’t, since the Republicans ultimately control the narrative, Democrats being unwilling to push back on anything. The Republicans are a little off balance right now, but they’ll recover quickly. There will be two arguments.

First, the “serious” argument. The proponents will argue that this was all George Bush’s doing, history to the contrary notwithstanding. (And see also John McCain’s point blank statement that he would never do what Obama did) This has already started.

Second, the argument the birthers are likely to adopt: That Osama was not killed and this is all an elaborate hoax. After all, there’s no corpse, is there? All of those pictures and DNA tests are easily faked, just like birth certificates, etc. Look for folks like Limbaugh to whip it up.

The media will give credence to the “serious” argument while being pushed in that direction by the crazies. The Democrats will consider both claims so absurd that they deserve no response, just like John Kerry did with the swift boaters. And we all know how that turned out.

I hope I’m wrong about this. We’ll see.

Meanwhile, here’s a nifty little picture purloined fromJuan Cole’s site.



UPDATE: That didn’t take long. The conspiracy theories are already circulating

Praise The Lord, at least in Missouri

Well, I’m back from vacation and it’s time to inflict more punditry into the world. As I have nothing to say about royal weddings, I will ease back into harness by mounting an old hobby horse, in fact somewhat along the lines of a post of a few days ago where I noted the mysterious fact that Pat Robertson and his ilk have not discerned the hand of the Lord in the devastation in the deep red and holy state of Alabama.

My wife pointed this article in the Day out to me, knowing it would set me off, which it did. She found it among the piles of old newspapers awaiting us on our return, but its still timely, even though it relates to last weeks visitation, as distinct from that of a few days ago. I couldn’t find the article on the Day’s web site, but the article I’ve linked to is the same AP article. In the Day, the lead blares out, in large type “‘Grace of God’ cited for why no one died in tornado”, not, as one might expect, “Delusional fools thank alleged author of destruction for not killing them”. The sub-lead, in smaller type, almost as if in parentheses: “Weather warning also helped save lives in Missouri.” (Emphasis added).

How do we know that God was looking after his beloved children? Because a minister from a whack-job Church and an idiot mayor say so.

Now, at face value this adds some weight to my argument that God must have really had it in for the people of Alabama, as he apparently withheld his loving grace from them, since the added death to destruction. But I will not belabor that point. Let us instead look at what God, in his solicitude, poured forth upon his favored people of Missouri:

Entire subdivisions were destroyed. Cars were tossed about like toys, roofs tossed hundreds of yards and 100-year-old trees sucked out by the roots.

County officials said during a news conference Sunday that 2,700 buildings were damaged. Gov. Jay Nixon said Saturday that up to 100 were uninhabitable. The damage clearly will cost millions of dollars to repair, but a more precise estimate was unavailable Sunday.

The twister destroyed two of the homes John Stein owns on a street in the city of Berkeley, and damaged five others. “Everything you’d find in a war zone except the bodies,” Stein said.

Residents in nine communities and unincorporated parts of St. Louis County were still sorting through the rubble Sunday. Ameren Corp. had about 2,000 workers seeking to restore outages that affected 47,000 homes and businesses immediately after the storm. The utility said 18,300 were still without electricity on Sunday, and it could be several days before all power is restored.

It’s clear from the article that the reason no one died is that government-you know, those bureaucrats and other slimeballs with which we’re afflicted-worked. People were warned, with-can you believe it- real warnings that they could understand, not the kind that God tends to give, that you can only understand in retrospect. Yet, according to the Day’s editors (they write the leads for the AP articles they print) the people who actually prevented all those deaths placed an also ran second to the loving and merciful god who chose to wreak all that destruction in the first place.

I know there are people who believe this garbage, but it has always been my understanding that it’s the job of a newspaper to report facts. It’s a fact that people were warned about the hurricane. It is not a fact that anyone can prove that God in his mercy decided to wreak senseless destruction on thousands of people without killing one of them, an act which, by the way, had it been committed by a mere mortal would have constituted a crime against humanity. The fact that people believe such things might be an appropriate subject in an article about the prevalence of mental illness, but it has no place in a report on the aftermath of a devastating storm.


Friday Night Music

My wife and I just got home after two all day trips on the train up from Charleston. Dead tired, and home to a house in chaos. We’re having a new kitchen installed, and will be entering the modern age, where you can access things in your cabinets and a machine washes your dishes. For the moment, however, we are back to the 19th century. No refrigerator, no stove, no kitchen sink. Ah well, this too shall pass.

On to blogging.

Having just returned from the South, I thought I would put up some music that has at least a touch of the South in it. Then, after that, I promise, no more about the South until someone down there does something really stupid. Say, as stupid as the next thing out of Donald Trump’s mouth.

The first thing that popped to mind was The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down. No go. Embedding is disabled on all of the versions by The Band. Johnny Cash does a great acoustic version, but for reasons unknown, to me at least, only about a third of the song is available on youtube. I could never stomach Joan Baez’s version, whether she sings to Muppets (yes, she sings the song to Muppets) or an audience, so she was never in the running.

So, I settled on Creedence Clearwater Revival, most of whose songs have a Southern flavor to them.

Proud Mary


More tornadoes in the Southland

As I write this I am sitting in a train station in North Charleston, SC. We heard on the news this morning that a tornado ripped through Alabama and is heading into North Carolina, possibly back to the Fayetteville area, where we were a few days ago, and which suffered tornado damage a short while ago. So far as I know Pat Robertson has not yet pointed out the obvious, so I’ll have to do it: this visitation is the judgment of an angry God on the people of the South, particularly those in Alabama, for their sins. The problem is, the sins must be of an unusual kind, as the good folks in Alabama cannot be faulted for being insufficiently anti-gay, anti-poor, anti-choice, anti-big government (I’m sure, incidentally, that they’ll turn down Obama’s federal disaster aid) or, Lord knows, anti-black. If it’s one thing the people of Alabama, at least the godly white folks among them know how to do, it’s hate each and every group that the God of love commands them to hate.

So it is something of a mystery. What is the God of love punishing them for, since they are doing his work here on earth so well.

Vacation blogging

Some more pictures from the fair City of Charleston.

This is the old slave mart. Apparently, in 1856, the city fathers decided, in their wisdom, that selling slaves in the open air was a bit tacky, so the sales had to move indoors.


A few interesting structures :


We took a cruise to Fort Sumter. This bridge is upriver from the dock from which we took off. It’s that rare thing: a modern structure that is also esthetically pleasing. When I first saw it I noticed that it seemed to melt into the background.


The WW II aircraft carrier Yorktown is docked across the river.


The ruins of Fort Sumter are somewhat dominated by additions made during the Spanish American war. The brickwork we were told, is mostly original.


Heading back North tomorrow.