Dark Matters

A The very people who find it odd that some others have Faith, that is, believe in things that cannot be proven true or false, themselves believe in Dark Matter which hitherto has not been observed. There will always be a Dark Matter somewhere. B I read James Lileks: http://www.lileks.com/bleats/index.html Today he wrote We attended a private party in a skyway crossing the Mall: you could look down, Masque-of-the-Red-Death style, on the crowds, and watch the parade pass directly beneath you. I think this a reference to the Lon Chaney film version of The Phantom of the Opera. He seems to be watching some festival from an old softwares, or haberdasher's, or clothing store and he muses on antiquity and whether the ghosts of floorwalkers past may yet inhabit the old pile of bricks; not unlike Eric, the Phantom in the Opera of the same name. Then he writes When it was done we headed for the elevators, and my wife said she hoped we got the car with the old elevator operator. The what? I rode up in a car with an old lady who ran the elevator. You’re kidding, right? That’s the ghost. Sure. No, really. The old elevator operator. They say she died at her post and rides the shaft every night. The elevator doors opened, and of course it was empty. Now I am not sure whether this is some off-color joke or not. There are later references to Deadwood - a viewing pleasure I have been spared. There are also dialectical spellings of street expletives. However, I have an old favorite which I call Nero musing on injustice. http://www.lileks.com/screedblog/05/06/061705.html I can believe that a good-hearted person is truly, deeply, madly worried about Gitmo; I have a liberal friend who’s been worried about Gitmo since the British tabs ran the photos that Shocked the World. You know, the one with the guys in hoods and shackles, portrayed somehow as if they’d been scooped up in Operation Gather Innocent Lambs. From Day One the very existence of the place has been a popcorn hull in the tender gums of the hard left. There was just something ineffably sinister about a detention camp. Never mind that the people sent there were “Unlawful combatants,” a phrase that would seem to bestow, well, a lack of adherence to the very notions of international law the Gitmo-detainee advocates hold dear. Never mind that they get their Korans, their arrows on the cell floor pointing to Mecca – and does anyone doubt that the arrows actually point the right way? Never mind that the food must be prepared by cooks who have to incorporate the prisoners’ convictions that the infidel is unclean, and must don gloves to prevent kafir infestation. Never mind any of that. Hoods. Shackles. Poor dears.It shouldn’t surprise, relly... I guess "relly" is how the liberal pronounce "really". I'm not sure what's at work here, other than some feeble attempt to establish the bona fides of naked human pyramids. One thing I am sure about: James Lileks drunk and raving ( apparently) writes better than I do sober. Relly! No, relly! C I am compiling a group of blogs written by Iraqi citizens who are now - shall we say - hors de combat in a very final and lasting way. There are a few still online. One day they abruptly end with their last posting. Tragic, relly. D I read that some oddballs are having problems with Battlestar Galactica because the humans on New Caprica have launched an insurgency against their cyber overlords. This is a rather blasphemous parallel between New Caprica and New Iraq. If you want to see a good insurgency, find a copy of Red Dawn. Patrick Swayze evens wears an arab kuffiyah in that movie. AND... However, next week, they're offering to trade Boltar (who is apparently turning himself into Jesus) to Galactica, which sounds promising. Time to get off the frakking emotions already. http://mirandaflynn.livejournal.com/256239.html#cutid1