OK Go rocks! I found this band through a post on NRO’s the Corner and they are awesome. The first video is from their first album, Oh No, which is a pretty straightforward power-pop record (for an interesting story about the group’s videos and the music biz in general check out this Op-Ed NY Times piece by the lead singer). The second is from their latest effort released this year, Of the Blue Colour of the Sky, which is very eclectic, very cool and completely different from the previous album. Anyway, I’ve been listening to both albums non-stop for the last two weeks. Enjoy.
About a month ago I bought a couple of Spongebob Squarepants Parafoil kites from Woot.com for $3.99 a piece. Saturday my wife, my two daughters and I broke out the kites and spent a few hours at the park flying the kites and playing on the playground.
Best $8 I’ve ever spent.
I always love love it when people preaching “tolerance” throw out quotes like the one below from Daniel Radcliffe (aka Harry Potter).
“I have always hated anybody who is not tolerant of gay men or lesbians or bisexuals,” he continued. “Now I am in the very fortunate position where I can actually help or do something about it.”
Yes, hatred is one of the hallmarks of the compassionate, tolerant individual.
The story the quote comes from is here. Now, what he’s supporting is actually a good thing – a group that provides a 24/7 suicide prevention hotline for the LGBT community. No one should be made to feel that ending their life is the only choice open to them. But the cognitive dissonance in statements like the one above always just drive me crazy.
Today was my oldest daughter’s first day of Kindergarten. My wife stays home with both my daughters (ages 5 and 4) and has ever since they were born. Needless to say, she had mixed emotions today. Excited to see her baby take that next big step…and apprehensive and sad to see her baby take that next big step.
So we get to the school and escort my daughter to her room to make sure she gets settled in. The teacher (who we had met last week at “Meet The Teacher” night) was talking to a group of parents and said “I have to admit that I’m the teacher that you’ve heard about who accidentally let a student get on the bus when he was supposed to be picked up by his parents last year”. Uh…great…thanks for putting all of us first-timers at ease. But my daughter was in line and ready when we came to pick her up.
My wife said that today was the longest day of her life. We (me, my wife and my youngest daughter) ran some errands today and went to some fun places so that my youngest would have a special day too. Approximately every 15 minutes my wife would ask what time it was. But overall she handled the day pretty well.
The most touching part of the day happened this morning when we were walking up to the school. My youngest girl was having almost as hard a time as my wife. She and her older sister have spent pratically every day together for the last four years. We could tell she was going to miss her closest friend. As we walked across the lawn my youngest daughter spied a little patch of buttercups and went and picked two of them. She handed the shorter one to her sister and said “Here, you take the small one and it will remind you of me. I’ll keep the big one to remind me of you.”
Everyone together now. Awwwwwww…
Man, I love Jonah Goldberg’s writing style and of course the content is dead on as usual. Heck, maybe I’ve found my soulmate! Here’s his take (from The Corner at National Review Online) on the ongoing sensitive stylings of the idiot that is Mark Sanford:
I’ve not had much to add to what’s been said around here about Mark Sanford, and I still don’t have much new to say. But Jeez-O-Peet it’s time for this guy to step down. Go in the woods and bang drums, wear dresses at the shopping mall or become a Trappist Monk — whatever you need to do to get your act together on your own dime and on your own time. South Carolina, it seems to me, is not a state where politicians are expected to air out their “personal journeys” from the Governor’s mansion and I know the Republican Party doesn’t need to become an unseemly hybrid of est seminar, Plato’s Retreat and Bible Camp. Invoking King David as your inspiration for hanging around like a lech at a strip club after last call was stupid enough, but if you’re going to do that, you can’t start crying (again) about your Argentinian girlfriend or blathering on in a way that might cause John Belushi to descend from heaven just to smash your guitar against the wall. If stepping down makes it harder for the GOP or for some rivals to run for governor, Jimmy crack corn, and I don’t care. You need to get off the stage.
The GOP needs to march to your office and tell you, “Look, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
At the time of the “Tea Parties” (which I was not for) I wrote my original Myth of Impartiality post that commented on the deplorable behavior of Susan Roesgen of CNN.
Well here’s a more subtle example (written about the Catholic response to Obama’s invitation to Notre Dame) of the media bias that Conservatives have to deal with on a daily basis.