Briefly

• Doesn’t FEMA have two fundamentally different (if not outright antithetical) missions: to maintain a constant, static bureaucracy for overseeing resources (on one hand) and generating a rapid-response, adaptive, improvisational team of disaster-relief specialists (on the other)? • I’m on the road today, leading a Clergy Day in Northern Indiana (on which more later). I…

Not a Nightmare

This morning, I awoke this way: I had been approaching a coffeeshop on Nantucket (none the I know specifically, though I would have placed it on upper Broad Street, near the Bookworks), when four women walked up, and I could hear them singing “We,” from the Roches’ first album. I looked more closely, and realized…

Canine Ingenuity

This morning, I was struck yet again with how absurdly foolish our small Bichon Frisé can be. On our morning walk, she cowered submissively for the half block as a Doberman approached, then barked and leaped at the Doberman as it walked past us. I apologized — the Doberman could have swallowed Bea whole without…

Aftermath and Rhetoric

I’ve marveled a couple of times at how the rhetoric of emergency response has descended to the hideously banal. Why, for just one instance, didn’t Michael Brown say, “Maybe I screwed things up at first; someone’ll track that down in an investigation a few weeks from now. But the very highest priority at this point…

Music and the Future

How cheap does an iPod Shuffle (or equivalent) have to get before their target market forgets that they’re paying for the material device? In other words, if I wanted to do something sweet for Margaret and make her the digital-music-era equivalent of a fancy mix tape with carefully-designed cassette/CD cover — if I wanted to…

Such a Night

There are eight million stories in the naked city, and many more than that among the people with their clothes on. Take, for instance, last night. The plan was simple: go to Heather’s for the first hour of her birthday party, leave for O’Hare, where I would pick Joi up and walk him to the…

Katrina and David

Here’s a follow-up on yesterday’s shout-out to the Rev. David Knight of St. Patrick’s Church, Long Beach, Mississippi. Someone took a picture of David standing where the church used to be (this is what it used to look like): Here’s the message I got from David last night: Today was better. We saw at least…

A Propos Katrina

Most importantly, everything I write here reflects what I read and hear elsewhere, and my inferences from that. I haven’t been to the Gulf Coast for several years, not to Washington DC since my participation in F2C this spring, never to Crawford, Texas, and nobody in a policy-making position has been filling me in on…

Capable of Frivolity

I’m probably unbearable in any number of ways, but let it not be said that I’m only grim and sobersided. Susie and Beth have an iTunes meme going, and I can enjoy taking part in almost anything music-related. So: How many total songs? 8905 songs, 40.58 GB Sort by Song Title – first and last…

Smoldering

I’m stuck. If I say what I think about the Bush regime, I’ll evoke defend-at-any-costs apologists, and perhaps convey the impression that I think Democrats can’t be corrupted and don’t make mistakes (even though I’m all the more furious about Bill Clinton’s adultery and mendacity, since it now provides a functional (if bogus) “equivalence” that…

Bother

Untitled Exercise Originally uploaded by AKMA. I’m having a day with more bother than real productivity. A large part of my day involved writing some business letters, and I’m a dreadfully slow letter-writer, and when I write letters of any importance I feel queasy. Between that and fiddling with budget requests relative to the Disseminary,…