Samstag, November 27, 2004

The Cheat is Not Dead

I'm so glad the Cheat is not dead.

More Wondeful
Things
  • Megawatt already got onto the Wall of Sham (see right, below), but this post was worth a direct link. Bonus Point: A friend of mine is from Ingolstadt, and this was news to him, too.

  • From a different time:

    [Abolitionist James] Forten told [newspaper editor William Lloyd] Garrison that the paper had quickly "roused up a Spirit in our Young People, that had been slumbering for years, and we shall produce writers able to vindicate our cause." (1)

    Not soldiers -- writers. Beautiful!

  • I was baking pies (2) from last Friday until this past Wednesday night. It was great. In the process, I turned my lappytop into a convenient Jukebox in the kitchen, where I proceeded to blare Nina Simone's croonings all over the building. Damn good stuff, that. She's beautiful and fiesty; her two-disc anthology is well worth the money. (Also available via iTunes Music Store, for those of you Apple- and iPod-enabled.)

  • Hans (3) told me a joke last night that was pretty funny, even though I didn't get it at first:

    Präsident Bush sagte zu einer ABC-Journalistin, dass Iraq viele Massenvernichtungswaffen gehabt habe. Sie fragte ihn, warum er das noch glaubte, wann keine Vernichtungswaffen gefunden wurden, und die meisten der Welt glaubte, dass Saddam solche Waffen nicht hat bauen wollen, oder zu mindestens hat er nicht bauen können?

    Der Präsident sagte bloß, "Wir haben doch unsere Quittung gefunden."

    Har har! Suck on that, Rummy! (4)

  • I must say:

    Ladies, you made Thanksgiving one of the best I've ever had. Truly impressive, massive efforts were involved, and I was surprised at how comfortably and warmly everything was pulled off. Much love to you all, and thanks for your hard work. It truly made Bamberg feel like the South Carolina that we all love, if only for one day.



-----------Endnotes---------
1. "The Liberator and the Shaping of African American Tradition, 1829-1832" from The Origins of African-American Literature, 1680-1865. Bruce, Dickson D., Jr., Ed. p. 194. Charlottesville: University of Virginia Press, 2001. Emphasis mine.
2. Pies, apple. Thank you very much for the recipe, Mom!
3. All (or at least most) of the names printed here are changed to protect both the innocent and the really, really, really guilty.
4. I might get invaded if Rummy ever reads that. Let's be glad I don't google too highly. If you've translated it, but it still doesn't make sense, read this.