In Which I Offer a Prayer for the President of the United States

Please, God. Teach him how to say the word "Nuclear."




Before I have to tear my ears out by the roots.

We Keep It Tight, Apparently

The Town of Smyrna municipal election went down to the wire this week and the race for Mayor appears to have been decided by two votes. As the News Journal reported it this morning (Absentee vote gives Smyrna mayor win) it was a handful of absentee ballots, some handed out by the Mayor himself, that turned the tide.

Yes, it's another close race demonstrating just how divided we can be.

Smyrna has been growing, and growing fast. There was strong sentiment in the town that it has been growing too fast. In a state where incumbents used to be bullet-proof, it's interesting to see yet another very close call for an incumbent.

The question in this case, as in the earlier Sussex County Council race, is will the winners take the evidence of a divided and uncertain electorate to heart?

It's a question that applies at the national level as well. Of course, if you read this blog, you probably know my feelings on that score.

Why I Like Mark Helprin

Mark Helprin is one of those writers whose work I'll always make time to read. He's written some of my favorites and counts, for me, as a writer I tout to other serious readers. Other writers in that category in my book include Patrick O'Brian and PG Wodehouse.

Two of Helprin's novels -- Winter's Tale and A Soldier of the Great War -- I've read several times each. Grand, sweeping, magic, epic novels. The kind of novels in which one can climb and live for a time.

I've just finished a collection of Helprin's short stories, The Pacific and Other Stories. While I prefer the long-form novel, these were a delight. Here's an example of the kind of written gems I find in here. He's writing about what is special about the City of Venice, in a story called Il Colore Ritrovato.

It isn't because of the architecture or the art, the things that people go to look at and strain to preserve. The quality of Venice that accomplishes what religion so often cannot is that Venice has made peace with the waters. It is not merely pleasant that the sea flows through, grasping the city like the tendrils of a vine, and, depending upon the light, making alleys and avenues of emerald or sapphire, it is a brave acceptance of dissolution and an unflinching settlement with death. Though in Venice you may sit in courtyards of stone, and your heels may click up marble stairs, you cannot move without riding upon or crossing the waters that someday will carry you in dissolution to the sea. To have made peace with their presence is the great achievement of Venice, and not what tourists come to see.

That paragraph struck me and has stuck with me. I enjoy the depth of thought and the craft of writing like that.

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Hilarious layout in a Texas newspaper

Originally uploaded by mathowie.

I know this is likely being posted everywhere. But I got a kick out of this, so I'm posting a link to it too!.

Second Golf Game of 2005

Originally uploaded by mmahaffie.

Christina and I played nine holes on the executive-length Heritage Golf Course, between Lewes and Rehoboth Beach, today.

At nine years old, Christina is starting to learn the basics of the game. So nine holes was a nice practice outing for me and a lesson for Christina.

The day started with sunshine, but got more and more cloudy, windy, and cold as we played. The weather wasn't as nasty as it was for my first game of the year.

My game wasn't great, but I had a few good shots. Christina hit a fine shot just after this photo; a nine-iron that had that nice arc and decent distance. On the ninth tee, she hit another great shot that went at least 100 yards.

Now she knows about that one shot per game that keeps you coming back.

Cat Detente

Mocha and Shoe don't usually get along this well.

Mocha is the new cat in town. She gets on Shoe's nerves, chases him around, ambushes him and steals his food.

So it was a nice change to come home from playing half a round of golf today and find them sharing the big chair. More or less.

Hey! A Gravity-Monument Photo!

I was just doing a quasi-random search on Flickr. I searched on "Colby" and "Maine" to see what images there might be of my alma mater. I found a nice shot from gavinOB of the Babson Gravity Monument on the Colby College campus that was the subject of one of my earliest blog posts.

I too had to have a photo of this; but took mine back in 1989 when Karen and I visited the campus for my fifth reunion and I had only a film camera. That photo is in an album somewhere, waiting for me to get my old stuff scanned.

When I first met up with this bit of stone and the idea carved on it, as a confused 18-year old, I took great comfort from it as evidence that I wasn't the only deeply weird person in the world.

I Have to Link to This From My Blog. I just Have To.

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A Fine Feline Evening

This is Buttons. She is one of a herd of cats that live in and around the stables at the Milton Equestrian Center.

At least once a week I spend an evening here while Colleen takes a riding lesson. Once a week for the last several years. I've gotten to know the cats fairly well.

Buttons is the most shy of the cats. She's rarely out in public like this. This evening, I guess, she just couldn't pass up the warm, clear evening light.

I couldn't pass up the chance to get a shot of her, but she had to be stalked.

Things That Bother Me

I noticed this sign yesterday. It marks the men's room on the main hall of ballrooms at the Princess Royale Hotel, in Ocean City, Maryland.

It's one of those things that bothers me just on the periphery of awareness; something is wrong but it takes a closer look to see exactly what.

Is this meant to be the possessive form of "Men?" Or the plural of "Man." The former of course is "Men's." The latter would be "Men."

But, "Mens?"

I really just meant to take a picture of the sign for use in this post. When I saved it to my laptop and looked at it full size, I realized that I have created "Self portrait in bathroom door."

That, also, is vaguely troubling.