Mistah Kurtz

T.S. Eliot: Mistah Kurtz—he dead. A penny for the Old Guy IWe are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats’ feet over...

Puff

Deep thought (or, at least, as deep as I can manage at present):Why doesn't someone write a lighthearted song called "Saltsman the Testy Chipmunk Cracker"? I just can't let go of this beautiful Christmas video, so please feel free to continue to...

Bush in Flatland

Two things to blogulate, now that I'm back in the saddle after one of those hiatuses necessary to the proper functioning of the synapses. First up is the President-elect. What is the intent of the current leaking from Camp Obama about 300 billion in tax cuts? Is...

How to create a terrorist

Nutcases beget nutcases. And so we tumble onward, caught in the crossfire of our extremists. If I had to put money on how the world will end, I'd bet fundamentalist absolutism will play the central role. It's the scourge of our primate brains.Nicholas Kristof...