Drooling on the Pillow

Thursday, February 26, 2004

Sun Shiney Thoughts 

I once played Finch in How to Succeed . . . and was described in a review as "Sunny Michael Hill." The same reviewer saw me as Robert in Company a year later and described me as "Shiney Michael Hill." That concerned me a little. If I had to choose, I would definitely take 'Sunny'.

Starting to get the idea that 'Sunny' is John Edwards first name.

But, seriously, is there a possibility that there are a lot of Democrats out there who are still angry about Florida, still waxing wroth over the Patriot Act, still professing fear and trembling over the influence of the religious right and/or neojews in the Administration, still getting up every morning to repeat "W is a drug-taking deserter chimp" three times before their ablutions, and yet . . . and yet . . .

Somewhere, way, way deep in their heart of hearts the belief persists. George W. Bush is the man for CinC. I don't want any Democrat to be the guy between me and the next bomb throwing thug.

And the more dings Kerry takes as a pandering, unprincipled, mumble-mouthed empty suit, the less inevitable he seems and the possibility begins to loom of, not pulling the lever for W, certainly, but maybe staying home. Maybe voting for Nader. Maybe just throwing their hands up in disgust and ignoring the whole sordid mess.

Probably not. I'm just being sunny.

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

It's Different When It's You 

I remember hearing of friends and acquaintences having miscarriages and thinking 'what a shame'. Then, seven or eight years ago, before we got Grace, we lost a pregnancy at five months and I was quite unprepared for how devestating it was. I don't go more than a day or two even now without thinking of him. Of course, had he lived, we never would have gone to China and got Grace and I would not trade her for anything. Anything. I think our little gene pool is quite excellent, but I'm not fool enough to think we could have put together anything as perfect as amazing Grace. Yet I can't be glad he died.

With Erin going to Afghanistan we're going to have a taste of the relentless anxiety of millions of families before us. I know the chances of her getting hurt are very, very small and I know that she's part of a righteous and noble effort. I just wish I was a person of faith. I can't help but think my prayers would be more effective.

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

Just Heard 

That my niece, my brother's girl, a lab tech in the Army reserves, has been called up and will be deployed to Afghanistan within a month. She joined to get a college education. Smart, pretty, the only one in my entire extended family that I can think of that makes consistantly good decisions. Afghanistan. She'll be fine, of course. But, jeez, I'm a little stunned. I'm proud of her. But scared.

Agnus Dei 

The New York Daily News has been going full court on The Passion of the Christ for about a week now."News stories" about how it will wreck Mel Gibson's career, opinion pieces about how it will bring on another Kristalnacht, even gossip items about how the wigs in Hollywood are cutting Gibson. The got around to reviewing it this morning and, guess what? They didn't like it.

As I've said before, I'm not a believer so my dog should shut up, but the reasoning behind the "troubled", "frightened" and "disturbed" reactions to what people understand as Gibson's intentions bothers me in a way I haven't fully worked out. If anyone has an opinion, I'd like to hear it.

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