"We are delighted to continue our journey through Middle Earth."

The Hobbit is on, bitchez:

Peter Jackson and New Line Cinema have reached agreement to make J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Hobbit," a planned prequel to the blockbuster trilogy "The Lord of the Rings."

…"I'm very pleased that we've been able to put our differences behind us, so that we may begin a new chapter with our old friends at New Line," Jackson said in a statement. "We are delighted to continue our journey through Middle Earth."
Gasp, pant pant, swoon Hang on. Let me catch my breath. Okay. I'm all right now.

Jackson, who directed the "Rings" trilogy, will serve as executive producer for "The Hobbit." A director for the prequel films has yet to be named.
Zuh? Oh please, Peter. Please direct it, mate. I beg you. I mean, you can't seriously be considering anything else, right? This is all part of what's been an enormous years-long tease. Isn't it?

Wev. JUST MAKE THE FILM ALREADY! We're desperate, man!

[H/T to Petulant and Batocchio, via email. Question: Who would you cast as Bilbo?]

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Mamas, Don't Let the New Atheism Grow Up to Be the Same Old Shit in a Different Package

Damon Linker recently wrote a piece for The New Republic about what he calls "the new atheism" (as represented by Dawkins, Dennett, Harris, and Hitchens) and its potential to undermine the very principles (progressive liberalism and secular politics, particularly) it asserts to advocate. Now, there are problems with the article; it simplifies atheism so it can be neatly divided into two strands, and it ignores altogether that strident anti-religiosity is not unique to atheists. It also falls into the trap, right from the title ("Atheism's Wrong Turn"), that so many articles on religion have—treating atheists as a monolithic group. (Was the federal marriage amendment, for example, "Christianity's wrong turn"?)

But, despite those caveats, and some other quibbles, it made a fair point about movement atheism's capacity to subvert its purported objectives with regard to a secular public sphere, if it begins to actively pursue an injection of atheism as a religious replacement, as opposed to merely removing public references to theist beliefs. There is, after all, a meaningful difference between eliminating "In God We Trust" from our money full-stop, and eliminating "In God We Trust" only to replace it with "God Is Dead."

Linker's evidence that movement atheism (or "the new atheism") is poised to embark on such a crusade is thin—but, given atheists' and agnostics' routine wonderment that moderate and liberal American Christians allowed the fundies to seemingly hijack the religion, the debate, and sometimes the very country itself, I'm willing to tentatively play along.

Harris, for example, seeks to "demolish the intellectual and moral pretensions of Christianity," which—though perhaps off-puttingly bellicose if he hopes to win Christian converts to atheism—is a nonetheless a goal not inconsistent with a pluralistic liberal society, in which a variety of philosophies ever wrestle for dominance; but he reportedly suggests a policy of having public schools "announce the death of God" in pursuit of that goal, which, if accurate, is demonstrably at odds with a pluralistic liberal society, and bears little material difference to compulsory prayer in school to both believers and non-believers who prefer religion be left out of public schools altogether (which necessarily includes any references to the lack thereof).

Beyond that slim (and rather unconvincing) example, there is precious little support for the idea that the "new" atheists are on their way to rivaling Christian conservatives with, say, detailed policy proposals for faithless-based initiatives, ahem. Politics, however, is more than just government legislation, of course—and there is some deeply troubling rhetoric emanating from movement atheists, suggestive of an escalating ideological war that will inevitably do nothing but create the opposing twin in a matched set of intolerant bookends, in between which those of us who can find political agreement irrespective of theological differences will become immutably stuck.

What, I wonder, could Dawkins have possibly hoped to accomplish with this mess?

In the penultimate chapter of his best-selling book The God Delusion, biologist and world-renowned atheist Richard Dawkins presents his view of religious education, which he explains by way of an anecdote. Following a lecture in Dublin, he recalls, "I was asked what I thought about the widely publicized cases of sexual abuse by Catholic priests in Ireland. I replied that, horrible as sexual abuse no doubt was, the damage was arguably less than the long-term psychological damage inflicted by bringing the child up Catholic in the first place." Lest his readers misunderstand him, or dismiss this rather shocking statement as mere off-the-cuff hyperbole, Dawkins goes on to clarify his position. "I am persuaded," he explains, "that the phrase 'child abuse' is no exaggeration when used to describe what teachers and priests are doing to children whom they encourage to believe in something like the punishment of unshriven mortal sins in an eternal hell."
By Dawkins' reckoning, a child is better off repeatedly raped than raised Catholic. That is, I cannot say it more simply, an abandonment of reason.

There are a lot of legitimate reasons to argue that a child should not be raised Catholic. (And lest I pick exclusively on Catholics, the same will be true of many—though not all—Christian denominations, as well as sects of other religions.) The doctrine and customs are inarguably sexist. The doctrine and standards for employment and communion are inarguably homophobic. The doctrine and guidelines for sex and marriage are inarguably misogynistic and contemptuous of human nature itself.

Then again, ignoring the millions of people who relieve themselves of a religious upbringing like a snake out of its skin seems a bit contemptuous of human nature, too.

There's that bookend feeling again.

As I've said before, I'm no stranger to the need to stand steadfast against the legislation of religion (or a specific morality which extends therewith), but the passionate advocacy of an eradication of all religion, to a point of vicious intolerance, is uselessly extreme. I'm quite aware there are movement atheists who would scold me with accusations of ignorance; tell me I'm patently stupid for failing to recognize that organized religion has long been the most inexhaustibly fertile sources of misogyny and homophobia. It's frankly an argument that means very little when one of the leaders of "the new atheism" casually belittles the severity of sexual assault for a flippant bit of hyperbole. I have a need to fight the same battles in all quarters, of which I am all too painfully aware.

And beyond uselessly extreme, it's a breach of my cardinal rule: MREWYB. I know—believe me, I know—they exist, but I'm not personally acquainted with a single Christian who wants his or her beliefs legislated. I'm also not personally acquainted with a single Christian who believes every single thing their religion tells them to believe, which means that all Christians are not equal. Not even all Catholics are not equal. See: long-time Shaker Lark Ohio and Donohue, Bill. I've not a single tiny wee drop of interest in telling Lark Ohio that she's got no business believing what she believes. She is a lovely and kind person, whose religious habits are, as far as I'm concerned, just one of many social/cultural phenomena in which I don't participate, like the Junior League and line-dancing.

Last week, I said, "I don't give a shit if a politician is a Christian, a Jew, a Muslim, a Hindu, a Buddhist, a Pagan, a Zoroastrian, a Scientologist, a Pastafarian, or a worshipper of the Great Pumpernickel Loaf from the Eighth Dimension of the Planet Zorgon. All I ask from the people who want my vote is that they not attempt to legislate their personal spiritual beliefs or pen asinine resolutions proclaiming their belief system to be Teh Greatest in Teh Universe!!11!!!" In case that wasn't clear enough, let me summarize: Believe in god(s) or don't. I don't give a shit. Just keep it to yourself and leave me the fuck out of it.

Lest any proponents of "the new atheism" miss my point, the appropriate solution to illiberal, intolerant, dogmatic impositions of one's beliefs is not more of the same.

[See also: Yglesias and DJW.]

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Remember Me?

Hey, Shakers. I promised Liss LAST WEEK that I would write a post about this Gary Taubes interview on Alternet, and yet somehow, I have not gotten around to it, just as I have not gotten around to posting here in, oh, donkey's years. And then some.

The Shakes break was not planned; it came about as a result of things suddenly getting very busy over at Shapely Prose. As a few people have remarked, I seem to be running more of a message board than a blog these days -- something Liss has lots of experience with, but I don't. Or didn't, until recently. For the last couple of months, I've been up to my neck in comment moderation, and to be perfectly honest, every time I thought about posting over here, I got a little queasy thinking that would mean even more comments to deal with -- and around these parts I don't have the power to simply delete anyone who pisses me off. This queasiness persisted despite my knowing that Liss and other Shakers will always go to bat for me in comments, to the point where I could sit back and completely ignore what's going on in the thread, secure in the knowledge that my position would be well represented by people smarter and more eloquent than I.

I just got overwhelmed, basically.

But now, finally, I've adjusted to the changes and am more normally whelmed by Shapely Prose maintenance. And boy, I've missed this place. Hi, y'all.

So. About Gary Taubes. I still haven't read his book, Good Calories, Bad Calories, since I first heard about it in September. My thoughts on what I know of the book -- to wit, he's a skeptic about THE OBESITY CRISIS BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA, which is terrific, but you only have to look at the title to know why I'm skeptical of his research -- can be found here. So when like a dozen people besides Liss sent me the Alternet interview, I wasn't sure if I even wanted to deal with it. I'm thrilled that someone who questions the obesity party line is getting media attention; much less thrilled that his ultimate thesis is that carbs are making us fat, and yet somehow this is not just Atkins redux.

As it turns out, it's a really good interview (and kudos are owed there to Courtney Martin for asking really good questions). Mostly.

Here are a few quotes, for instance, that make me want to kiss Gary Taubes:

I don't like taking anybody's word for something so important, so I look for the actual data, which often means following the references in the relevant papers and books backward in time until I eventually get to the underlying data themselves or find that they don't exist.
[F]unding agencies like to support studies that will give positive results, and they like to support studies that themselves support the beliefs of the funding agents -- i.e., the dogma. So it's hard to get money to really test a hypothesis, because such a test implies that you might find out that your hypothesis is wrong and not worth pursuing further. And it's certainly hard to get money to pursue a hypothesis that conflicts with the establishment's beliefs, because everyone involved with deciding whether your grant proposal is worth funding will also believe that you're dead wrong about what you say, and so why bother spending money to find out? The result is a world in which, in general, the funding helps to assure that only established beliefs are tested, and when they are, that they're confirmed -- whether they're actually right or not.
Health journalists (or at least the worst of them, who are the ones that regrettably dominate the field) seem to think that if you give someone an M.D. or a Ph.D., like the Wizard of Oz, you're bestowing on them the position of unimpeachable source. I wish that was actually the case, but it's just not, and the sooner health journalists take to their beat with the same kind of skepticism that political writers take to the politicians they cover, or even sports writers to the ballplayers and athletes, the better off we'll be.
[T]here was always this belief that if you allowed fat people to believe that their condition was somehow preordained by biology and/or genetics, you were condoning their gluttonous and/or slothful lives. So even those researchers who suspected that obesity was caused by a genetic predisposition and so might be unavoidable up to a point, would still argue that the obese must just try harder than the rest of us to eat less and exercise more.
The researchers and authority figures in this business seem utterly uninterested in finding out whether what they believe is true or not. It's as though their God, whichever one that might be, told them that obesity is caused by eating too much -- by gluttony and/or sloth -- and so they believe that unconditionally, and no amount of contradictory evidence, no failure to explain the actual observations can convince them to question it.
MMMMMWAH! SMACK! SMOOCHY SMOOCHY!

However.

Atkins almost assuredly had it right -- that we get fat because of the quantity and quality of the carbohydrates in the diet and their effect on insulin... [More on the medical profession's response to Atkins snipped.] And because people tend not to stay on the Atkins diet -- thus the "Atkins craze" -- physicians, health journalists and the dogmatists in this business tend to see this as a reason to reject the underlying science as meaningless. (Imagine if we all took the same line on cigarettes and lung cancer: Because most smokers fail to successfully quit, the fact that cigarettes actually cause lung cancer must be irrelevant to the public health. Weird, huh? But that's the same logic.)
Oh. Oh, no. Gary, why'd you have to go and hurt me like that?

As a fat smoker, and someone who has both dieted off more than 35 percent of my body weight at a time and quit smoking more than once, let me tell you why that analogy is a load of fucking horseshit.

What it comes down to is this: smokers really can simply choose to quit smoking. It's incredibly fucking difficult, and a lot of people start up again, but a lot of people also manage to give up tobacco forever -- often after several tries. On the surface, this looks kinda like dieting. People try it, have some success, then end up right back where they started. The difference is, with dieting, that can go on forever, because the problem isn't just people "giving up" on diets -- it's that their bodies go into starvation mode and their metabolisms readjust, so that even if they keep eating the same way, they stop losing weight. And then, if they stop eating that way, they start to regain, even if they're not "overeating" by the standards of any human being other than Jenny Craig.

Which is why more than 90% of dieters are right back where they started within 5 years. Meaning, one cannot necessarily choose to lose weight permanently, the way one can choose to quit smoking permanently -- even if both processes begin with hard decisions to change one's behavior. How thin your body will let you become is really not up to you; whether you ever let yourself have that one drag that starts the slippery slope back to Smokerville is up to you. That's a big fucking difference, even if the voices in your head saying "ONE DRAG WILL NOT MAKE YOU AN ADDICT AGAIN, AND IT WILL BE SOOOOOOOO GOOD" are so loud and powerful, it doesn't seem like a legitimately free choice.

Trust me, I know those voices. Those voices are why I'm smoking as I write this. But it is at least theoretically possible to ignore them (and plenty of long-term ex-smokers prove it's practically possible as well). Your body does not somehow force cigarette smoke into your lungs, despite your sincere best efforts to quit. At some point, you have to consciously light the smoke or bum the drag that's the first step toward becoming a smoker again.

Lots and lots and lots of people think it's basically the same way with dieting. As long as you never put another french fry or bite of cheesecake in your mouth, you'll never get fat again. But it doesn't work that way, folks. If your body doesn't want to be thin, it will start fighting back as if starved, no matter what sort of conscious decisions you make. That's why there aren't nearly as many formerly fat people out there as there are former smokers, demonstrating that it really is possible if you put your mind to it. It is within the realm of possibility for every smoker to quit forever. It is simply not within the realm of possibility for every fat person to get thin forever via dieting -- unless we're talking about actually starving them, and making "forever" a much shorter time. (If one more person makes the "There are no fat people in concentration camps!" argument, my head's going to fucking blow, and I don't care who gets splattered. There are no healthy people in concentration camps, either, y'all.)

So Taubes's argument here -- that the fact that an Atkins-style diet doesn't create permanent results is no reason to assume it couldn't create permanent results if only... uh... if only... -- doesn't impress me. To say the least.

Even if he is right that carbs cause fatness (which is a horrendous oversimplification of his research, and I will say that even though I'm skeptical, I wouldn't rule it out at least until I've read the book), then that theory still demands a much better solution than, "Put the fatties on Atkins." 'Cause the fatties have tried Atkins. And South Beach. And every other permutation of the same concept. If you're old enough, do you remember how the "diet plate" in every restaurant you went to before the "fat makes you fat" craze of the '80s was a bunless hamburger patty and a blop of cottage cheese? Yeah. This high-protein/low-carb concept is not new. And it hasn't worked any better than any other diet. Gina Kolata's Rethinking Thin, which I recommend every damn chance I get, follows a group of dieters who spent two years on an Atkins-style plan, under clinical supervision -- go ahead and guess how it ends.

I'm not saying Taubes is right or wrong about the relationships among carbs, insulin, and fat. I haven't read the book, and I'm not a scientist. But I can tell you this much -- if the proposed solution after all that research is, "We need to find a way to get fat people to stop giving up on their diets" he is still, like so many others, barking up the wrong fucking tree. The problem is not fat people failing at our diets, low-carb or otherwise. The problem is the diets failing us.

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Shaker Gourmet: Cookies!

This past Sunday afternoon was spent baking batches of cookies for the holidays this year. Last night we decorated our cut out cookies (stars and trees!). It's always messy but always fun to have on the holiday music and lots of yummy cookies being beautified--often with an enormous amount of glittery sugar thanks to our 4 year old.

All of these recipes have been a part of our holiday cookie tradition, though I only made three kinds this year. This first one is from my mom and is the only recipe for peanut butter cookies I'll make:

Old Fashioned Peanut Butter Cookies

* 2.5 cups flour
* 1 tsp baking powder
* 1 tsp baking soda
* 1/4 tsp salt
* 1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened
* 1 cup peanut butter (Jif or the like, not the natural/sugar-free sort)
* 1 cup sugar
* 1 cup brown sugar, packed
* 2 eggs
* 1 tsp vanilla

--Combine the first four ingredients in a bowl.

--Cream butter and sugars together. Then beat in eggs and vanilla.

--Slowly beat in flour mix.

--Chill dough one hour.

--Heat oven to 350.

--Shape dough into 1" balls and place on cookie sheet.

--Bake for 12 minutes. Let stand about 30 seconds before moving to cooling rack.
One variation: after rolling into balls, press down gently with fork tines to make a criss-cross pattern then sprinkle red/green (or whatever you like) decorating sugar on top for a pretty result.

Use this recipe to make the ever-popular (esp. at my house) cookie with the hershey kiss in the center: halve the ball size and bake for 10 minutes. When the cookies come out of the oven, let sit on sheet for a minute, then press (unwrapped) kiss gently into the center. Carefully remove to cooling rack.

For oddjob! Easiest Snickerdoodles ev.er.:
Snickerdoodles

* 3 T sugar
* 1 tsp ground cinnamon
* 1 pkg yellow cake mix
* 2 eggs
* 1/4 cup canola (or veg) oil

—Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Lightly grease cookie sheet (or spray with cooking spray).

—Combine cinnamon & sugar in bowl

—Mix cake mix, eggs, and oil in large bowl. Stir until well-blended. Shape dough into 1-inch balls. Roll balls in cinn.-sugar mix. Place balls on cookie sheet at least 2 inches apart. Flatten balls with bottom of glass.

—Bake for 8 to 9 minutes or until set. Cool one minute on baking sheet before removing to wire rack.
Chocolate-Cherry Cookies

* 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
* 1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
* 1/2 cup butter, softened
* 1 cup sugar
* 1/4 tsp baking soda
* 1/4 tsp baking powder
* 1/4 tsp salt
* 1 egg
* 1 1/2 tsps vanilla
* 1 10 oz jar Maraschino cherries, undrained
* 1 cup semisweet chocolate pieces
* 1/2 cup sweetened condensed milk

—Preheat oven to 350 degrees

—In bowl, combine flour and cocoa powder, set aside. In large mixing bowl beat butter on med speed with electric mixer for 30 seconds. Beat in sugar, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Beat in egg and vanilla. Gradually beat in flour mixture.

—Shape dough into 1-inch balls. Place balls about 2 inches apart on ungreased cookie sheet. Press down in center of ball with thumb.

—Drain cherries, reserve juice. Halve any large cherries. Place a cherry or cherry half in center of each cookie.

—For frosting, in small saucepan combine chocolate pieces and sw. condensed milk; heat until chocolate melts. Stir in 4 teaspoons of reserve cherry juice.

—Spoon 1/2 – 1 tsp frosting over each cherry, spreading to cover cherry. If frosting is too thick, thin with additional cherry juice.

—Bake in oven for about 10 minutes, until edges are firm. Cool on cookie sheet 1 minute then transfer to wire racks to finish cooling.
Crispy Thumbprint Cookies

* 1 pkg. yellow cake mix
* 1/2 cup vegetable oil
* 1 egg
* 1/4 cup water
* 3 cups Rice Crispies, crushed
* raspberry or strawberry preserves OR Andes mints, cut in half

—Preheat oven to 375

—Combine cake mix, oil, egg, and water. Beat at med speed until well-blended. Add cereal; mix w/spoon until well-blended.

—Drop by heaping teaspoonfuls about 2 inches apart onto ungreased baking sheets. Use thumb to make indentation in each cookie. Spoon 1/4 – 1/2 tsp preserves (or 1/2 Andes mint) into center of cookie.

—Bake 9 to 11 minutes or until golden brown. Cool 1 minute on baking sheet; remove to wire racks to cool completely.


If you'd like to participate in Shaker Gourmet, email me at: shakergourmet (at) gmail.com. Include a link to your blog if you have one!

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LISTEN, DAMMIT!: 5 Songs of 2007

Okay so I had planned to keep this going on a weekly basis, but work got crazy and some personal issues took up my time and mental energy. Well, I've relaxed, consumed numerous free drinks at the company holiday party, enjoyed my annual reading of Holidays on Ice, and I'm ready to talk about music again.

Best-of lists are all over the place and it got me thinking about how the year has been for music. It has certainly not been as stellar as what I consider a magical year for music - 2005 - but there were quite a few nice moments for the year, many from some of the same artists who released 2005 masterpieces (Arcade Fire, Broken Social Scene, etc.).

Many of my favorite songs of the year are not listed below because (a) I'm only picking five and (b) some do not have corresponding videos. Instead, this is a selection of songs from bands that I suggest you take a closer listen to, if you haven't already.

Apostle of Hustle: "Cheap Like Sebastien"


Another offshoot of Broken Social Scene, Apostle is fronted by BSS's lead guitarist Andrew Whiteman. Whiteman exudes a bizarre sexiness both in this video and onstage. This song kept popping up in my head at various points throughout the year. The video reminds me of a typical day at the office!

Arcade Fire: "Neon Bible"


I wanted to include "Keep the Car Running," my favorite track from this year's Neon Bible, but apparently there is no video for it. Instead I included this excellent rendition of the title track, performed live inside an elevator. This band never ceases to amaze.

Band of Horses: "Is There a Ghost"


The simple and repetitive, yet haunting, lyrics are what make this song so memorable. This is a band that has crept up on me over the last month and I've found myself listening to their latest album, Cease to Begin, repeatedly. The video, however, is a little silly!

Robyn: "With Every Heartbeat"


Robyn had a couple Top 40 hits in the 90s ("Show Me Love" and "Do You Know What it Takes") and then fell off the radar. Now she has resurrected herself in Europe as an indie/electro-pop crossover and come forth with this excellent single. Fun video, touching lyrics, and her voice is a tad Kate Bush-esque, which to me is a good thing.

Spoon: "The Ghost of You Lingers"


Spoon was everywhere this year. Festivals, TV appearances, etc. Deservedly so. Their 2007 release Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga was a strong quality effort. The song getting all the buzz is the raucous upbeat "You Got Yr Cherry Bomb," but "Ghost" is my favorite on the album. It's colorful, moody and haunting and can perhaps be seen as the other side of the coin to "Is There a Ghost."

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Just the Ten of Us


What are the chances of a family containing nearly every female stereotype there is? Wow!

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Jay Leno; Conan Back on Air Jan. 2

They'll just be airing new episodes without the assistance of their still-striking writers.

Conan will be fine; he'll put on a decent show and routinely remind his viewers he supports his writers.

But I don't know what Jay's going to do to fill an entire hour of television without his awesome writers feeding him a steady stream of fag jokes.

Holy lord, I miss Carson.

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Brain Jail

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Question of the Day

Since I might be rubbing elbows with the rich and famous of the New York theatre scene in a month or so, let's do some name-dropping.

Who's the most famous person you've met?
For me it was Jimmy Carter at the White House in 1979.

I once shook hands with Richard Nixon, but that was at a Republican political rally in 1968 -- when they still let Democrats in -- so that doesn't really count.

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In Dodd We Trust

Senator Chris Dodd, who has vowed to filibuster as long as he is able, is still going strong. His campaign is uploading video of the filibuster to his YouTube channel, and you can find transcripts here as they become available.

Here's just a snippet of what a vigorous opposition looks like:


UPDATE: Here's what's happening now:

Right now, Senator Dodd remains on the Senate floor, speaking out on FISA and retroactive immunity whenever he has had the opportunity. This is not the filibuster.

Earlier today a cloture vote on the motion to proceed passed, as expected. We're now waiting for the Senate majority and minority leadership to establish the ground rules for debate on amendments to the underlying FISA bill by the Intelligence Committee.

Once those rules are established, we expect the Senate to begin by debating the Dodd-Feingold Amendment, which would strip retroactive immunity from the underlying bill. If that Amendment fails to pass, Senator Dodd will seek to hold the floor and filibuster the underlying bill. He will speak for as long as he can.

Keep watching C-SPAN 2 to follow the debate about FISA and retroactive immunity. We'll keep you posted with updates - there's still a long way to go in this process and contrary to reports by the New York Times and CQ Politics, the telecom companies have not yet won anything.
I'll post updates as and when I get them.

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FYI


[FYI 1; FYI 2; FYI 3; FYI 4; FYI 5; FYI 6. Hint: They're better if you click 'em!]

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Ya Think?

Former Bush speechwriter David Frum looks aghast at the Bush legacy:

It also has to be admitted: Many of us on the conservative side have fed this monster. (Rightly) aghast at the abuse of expertise by liberal judges, liberal bureaucrats and liberal academics, we have sometimes over-reacted by denying the importance of expertise altogether.

"'Heart' is crucial," one of George W. Bush's early evangelical supporters argued in a 2005 newspaper column. This same writer accused those conservatives who questioned Bush's "faith-based initiative" of having "holes in their souls."

So now instead of holes in our souls, we conservatives are getting candidates with holes in their heads.
And as is always the case with this crowd, someone else will have to clean up the mess.

HT to Andrew Sullivan.

Cross-posted from Bark Bark Woof Woof.

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Graham: Good Actor, Shitty Senator

Last week, I was magnanimous enough to give kudos to one Lindsey Graham (R-Dipshit) for pointing out the obvious problem in sanctioning waterboarding. Namely, if it's good for them, then it's good for us. Well, Graham has now shown, in just a few days, that he was against waterboarding before he was for it:

The Senate was prevented from voting on the intelligence bill because Sen. Lindsay Graham, R-S.C., placed a hold on it while the GOP procedural challenge goes forward.

"I think quite frankly applying the Army field manual to the CIA would be ill-advised and would destroy a program that I think is lawful and helps the country," Graham said in an interview.
I would like nothing more than to set up a huge TV outside of his office to play his convincing clip from last week on an endless loop. Of course, he wouldn't care anyway since he'd probably just love to watch himself talk. Perhaps this is why he should relocate from DC to Hollywood. At least there he could put his bullshitting skills to good use for entertainment purposes and not fuck up our country in the process.

Asshole.

[H/T to ThinkProgress]

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Breaking News: A 60-Year-Old Woman Has the UNMITIGATED TEMERITY to Look 60 Years Old

It seems like everyone on Maude's green earth is emailing me about what's currently running on Drudge's front page:


Now, first of all, I want to make it clear that it doesn't matter a whit to me—and shouldn't matter to anyone—what Hillary looks like. If she had one eyeball hanging out of its socket and a third leg growing out of her back, I wouldn't give a flying fart. I'd still agree with her on some shit and disagree with her on other shit, and I'd still vociferously defend her right to not be judged on her appearance.

That said, this is also just another piece of dogshit journamalism typical of Drudge, because the picture isn't even particularly representative of what Hillary looks like.

Here are other pictures taken the same afternoon (Saturday) while Hillary was doing door-to-door campaigning:


And here's a picture of her being introduced at a town hall meeting in Iowa earlier today:


Yeah, she looks like she might keel over from exhaustion at any moment. Meanwhile, if she were a dude five years older who looked like this:


…manly men like Drudge and Chris Matthews would be falling all over themselves to gush about how handsome he is and wax inquisitive about how he smells.

Maybe, just maybe, the media could give Hillary a fucking break and allow her, as a 60-year-old woman, to look like a 60-year-old woman, for which other 60+-year-old women, and those of us who will one day be 60-year-old women, would be extremely goddamned appreciative.

But something tells me that ain't gonna happen.

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On Saying Goodbye to Andy and Maggie, the Bestest of Friends

[Warning: If you've yet to see the final episode of Extras, and don't want any spoilers, don't read on. And if you need an impetus to watch it, check this out.]

Last night, HBO aired the final episode of Extras—or what we can presume to be the final episode, unless, in that peculiar British tradition, there's another "Christmas special," for which I won't be getting up my hopes, as Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant seem blissfully disinclined from messing with perfection. And, like The Office, Extras ended precisely when it should and as it should, a perfect little package of brilliance tied up with a bow of satisfying exhalation.

Unlike The Office, Extras was never a romantic comedy, though there were classic glimpses of timeless romance, as when Darren had Maggie over for a lovely dinner, only to abandon her to have at a floater with a whisk and a plastic bag. Having already realized the ideal romance with Tim and Dawn, the team of Gervais and Merchant set out instead to tackle the perfect opposite sex best-friendship.

Devoid utterly of sexual tension and promise, Andy and Maggie's friendship looked and sounded and felt like a real-world platonic best-friendship between a woman and a man. They mercilessly teased each other; they knew each other at best and at worst; they could talk about their respective relationships (okay, Maggie's relationships) sans jealousy, just like they would talk about anything else. They never had sex (a la Jerry and Elaine), they never are going to have sex (a la Ross and Rachel), and the sex part isn't always getting in the way (a la Harry and Sally). Andy and Maggie were boringly, wonderfully familiar—though I can't recall ever having seen anything quite like them on my TV screen.


"Do you think we've landed in the future?"
"Shut your face!"

Andy, impatient and rude, oft selfish and needy, afraid to do anything on his own, and Maggie, habitually adrift on her own planet, gormless and in desperate need of self-censor: The dénouement of Extras confirmed, lest anyone thought otherwise, how important their friendship was to both of them, despite the overwhelming evidence of imperfections and idiosyncrasies that would drive most people to maniacal distraction. And isn't that, really, the very definition of what makes a steadfast friendship?—the limitless capacity to put up with someone's bullshit so spectacularly peculiar it would get on the last good nerve of anyone else with a lick of sense, for the totally selfish reason that said someone somehow puts up with yours in return.

Andy and Maggie are, we see so clearly in the end, both anchor and buoy for each other—and as irritating as life can be with a friend who doesn't appreciate you as much he should, or a friend who inevitably makes life more difficult when she tries to help, life is eminently better with a flawed friend who allows for your foibles right back. "You're my best friend," Andy tells Maggie, his eyes welling, as he gazes into the camera hovering above him and she gazes back at her telly. It is exactly what she wants to hear.

And, of course, it is exactly what we want him to say, reminding us why Gervais and Merchant have rightfully been called geniuses by anyone who's watched anything worth watching on television for the past six years. They make us laugh, and then they remind us so movingly that even the most obnoxious of us are deserving of love; even the silliest, stingiest, daft, and frequently undeserving of us can have a great friend, if only we're prepared to be one in return.



Thanks, guys.

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Dramatic News

I can now cross one more thing off my Life Goals list.

The Manhattan Repertory Theatre of New York has selected my play, Can't Live Without You, for its Winterfest 2008 series. It will open on Wednesday, January 23 with additional performances on Friday, January 25 and Saturday, January 26. Tickets are $20 (with a complimentary beverage) and are available through their website or by calling 646-329-6588.

What this means is that I will be a New York-produced playwright.

A lot of the credit goes to Rachel Charlop-Powers who read the play at the William Inge Theatre Festival last April and fell in love with it. She's been the driving force behind this production, and I will be eternally grateful to her.

Oh, yes, I'm going to see it, and if you're in the New York area, please come and see it.

Cross-posted from Bark Bark Woof Woof.

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The Good News and the Bad News

The Good News: Saudi Arabia's King Abdullah has pardoned the Saudi woman sentenced to 200 lashes and six months in jail after seven men gang-raped her at knifepoint.

The Bad News: According to the Saudi justice minister, Abdullah bin Muhammed al-Sheikh, the King remains "convinced and sure that the verdicts were fair." Saudi Arabia remains a US ally, despite its appalling treatment of women and other widespread human rights abuses.

The Good News: A federal immigration judge in San Antonio has granted asylum to a Congolese woman who was repeatedly raped by prison officials while erroneously detained as a suspect in the assassination of President Laurent Kabila in 2001. The decision comes 16 months after another immigration judge denied her petition on the grounds that the brutality she described was "simply not comprehensible."

The Bad News: Asylum was granted only after another judge found a new reason to grant it; the US official policy now appears to consider rape as an institutional tool acceptable in the same way waterboarding as an institutional tool is now acceptable.

The U.S. 5th Circuit Court of Appeals said it did not doubt the authenticity of her story but upheld the judge's ruling. It found she was not entitled to asylum because she did not face persecution in her country in any of the established categories: race, religion, nationality, membership in a particular social group or political opinion.

In granting asylum in the reopened case, however, federal immigration Judge Bertha A. Zuniga found that Monique was persecuted because her interrogators thought she had been involved in the assassination and thus "imputed" that she had improper anti-Kabila political opinions.

Karen Musalo, a UC Hastings College of Law professor who runs a human rights clinic, said she was relieved that Monique had prevailed, but said she was troubled that the decision of the 5th Circuit holding that Monique's rape did not fit into any of the established categories for granting asylum remained on the books.

"I think it is quite shocking that a federal court in the United States would ever characterize a detention -- in which beatings and rapes were inflicted -- as part of a legitimate government investigation," Musalo said. "Rape is prohibited by numerous international law norms. The Geneva Conventions protect women against rape, and it is generally recognized that rape and other sex crimes are 'grave breaches' of the conventions."
Deeply troubling.

But we don't care about grave breaches of the Geneva Conventions anymore, now do we?

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Attack of the 50-Foot Vagina-American Who Thinks She's Got a Right to Be Equal to Her Husband and Shit

The New York Times' coverage of Hillary Clinton continues to be bloody disgraceful, outdoing itself yet again with another ridiculous image and barely concealed misogyny:


Yes, Bill is, at long last, finally assuming a higher profile in "his wife's" campaign—instead of that lowly position down by her feet he's been holding while the uppity bitch was off running her campaign as if it's her own.

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The Dodd Abides

As promised, Chris Dodd will filibuster the FISA bill because the version Harry Reid is bringing to the floor contains immunity for the telecoms who assisted the Bush administration with their domestic spying program. Ted Kennedy and Russ Feingold have agreed to support the filibuster. There's more at the Chris Dodd blog here.

No word from candidates Clinton and Obama, who are, of course, still senators and ostensibly support Dodd's decision to filibuster.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Extras



When Andy and Maggie Met Bowie

I'll have a post up about the final episode of Extras later this morning.

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