"In addition, San Antonio’s tally of 100-degree days continued to climb. San Antonio’s former 1998 annual record of 36 days with triple-digit heat was broken long ago; through August 25, there have been 56 days with highs of 100 degrees F or greater. Elsewhere in southern Texas, locations such as Corpus Christi and Victoria endured a 79th consecutive day (June 8 – August 25) with above-normal temperatures."Via the excellent Jfleck.
8.27.2009
Our Angry Planet (2)
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8.26.2009
We have an electorate on whom TV ads work
That, to me, is the real problem, and the fact thatpoor people are therefore marginalized is the symptoms.
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Fire season

It begins.
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Riddle me this, cable news
How is Ted Kennedy's death a developing story?
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8.23.2009
Our Angry Planet
A Change in the Wind: Climate Change: Facing the Unpleasant Facts:
We have a phrase for those who deny the evidence that the climate is changing, taking us towards what Jim Hansen calls simply 'a different planet.' If we're polite, we call these people 'sceptics.' If we're angry, we call them 'deniers' or 'denialists.'
But we have no phrase for those people who know that the evidence is much worse than has been reported. Should we call them 'Believers?' 'Worriers?' 'Doomsters?'"
Or just...climate scientists?
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Does the Federalist Society know what's in the Federalist?
Now that I'm unemployed (more on that later, perhaps) I'm going back to the side project and tidying up all the entries in the hope of putting it out as a self-published book -- yes, like a crazy person.
“Nothing is more certain than the indispensable necessity of Government, and it is equally undeniable, that whenever and however it is instituted, the people must cede to it some of their natural rights, in order to vest it with requisite powers.”Whoa! I guess all politics is just a practical argument: where do we draw the line?
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8.22.2009
Self-promo
I have a HuffPo piece up -- "The Obama Administration: A Text-Based Adventure"
UPDATE: Now posted here since it's not on the front page anymore:
It is November 8, 2008. You are in a room with doors to the left and right.
TURN LEFT
You leave the room. It is January 2009. You enter a room containing a sick economy, a printing press, and a small number of Senate Republicans.
PRINT MONEY
How much money?
800 BILLION DOLLARS
The Republicans don't like it.
TALK TO REPUBLICANS
"We want some of this money to be tax cuts."
BAD STIMULUS
"We don't care"
PRINT MONEY
"How much money?"
500 BILLION DOLLARS
The economy takes the money and feels a little better. There are doors to the left and right.
TURN RIGHT
You are in a room marked "Financial System." There is another printing press and a bunch of bankers.
TALK TO BANKERS
"That wrecked economy you saw back there? Our bad. Can we have some money anyway?"
PRINT MONEY
What are you going to do with this money?
GIVE TO BANKERS
There are some strings in your Executive Backpack. Do you want to use them?
NO THAT'S FINE
You give the money to the bankers. They spend some of it on hookers and blow and return to the room where the economy is, laughing maniacally. There are two doors to the left and right.
TURN RIGHT
You enter a room marked "Detainees". There is a illegally detained prisoner, some torture implements, the Senate Republicans, and a writ of habeus corpus.
USE WRIT
The Republicans don't like it.
TALK TO REPUBLICANS
"It is un-American to use something that Americans fought for."
DROP WRIT
The room now has an illegally detained prisoner, some torture implements, and the Senate Republicans.
MOVE PRISONER TO U.S.
The Republicans don't like it.
TALK TO REPUBLICANS
"We are afraid."
KEEP PRISONER THERE
There are doors to the left and right.
TURN RIGHT
You are in a room marked "Health Care Reform." It has a number of policy options and the United States House of Representatives, and the Senate Republicans. Would you like to choose a policy option?
NO
Would you like someone else to choose the policy option?
YES
Who? The United States House of Representatives or the Senate Republicans?
YES
That's not a choice.
I KNOW
The House has chosen anyway. The Republicans aren't happy.
TALK TO REPUBLICANS
"You're a terrorist."
TALK TO REPUBLICANS
"You're worse than Hitler."
TALK TO REPUBLICANS
There are people with guns hanging out with the Republicans.
TALK TO REPUBLICANS
Who say you're not a legitmate President. They seem mad.
TALK TO REPUBLICANS
There are doors to the left and right. The United States House of Representatives would like you to use the one on the left.
TURN RIGHT
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8.21.2009
Take that, skinny dudes!
It's a sandwich with two breaded chicken breasts instead of bread! Memo to China: Forgive our debts or we will sit on you.
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Russification
• Brutality, taser-style.
• Squalor, California-style.
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One wonders
When the "Jimmy Carter: 30th Anniversary" patcheswill be sewn into the suits of the Obama administration.
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Hobbyhorse!

In this spirit of reinvention, then, permit me a few modest queries: Why in the world do we have a two-house Legislature?
What does the state Senate do that the Assembly doesn't, and vice versa? In the name of fostering transparency, ending gridlock, curtailing backroom deals and creating a more responsive government, why doesn't California just abolish the Senate and create a larger Assembly?
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O The Newspaper
On the block was a 1971 Chevrolet Monte Carlo, as wretched and routine a hunk of Detroit iron as ever freighted down an assembly line. Spot-welded together with the craftsmanship one might expect of unsupervised political prisoners, the Monte Carlo -- with a 402-cubic-inch V8 engine and four-barrel carburetor -- was and is a sidewalk-fumigating stink bomb, with no steering or handling to speak of, and brakes that are more rumor than fact.I then thought it was going to be a piece about the cash-for-clunkers program, but instead Neil nominates his future classics, including the Pontiac Aztek for God's sake. Anyway, fun to come across in a way that you just can't get on the net.
This particular car was a cut above, with fine black Naugahyde and adhesive-backed wood-grain on the dash. Still, in my college days I could have bought Monte Carlos like this for $500 all day long. At Gooding, the car sold for $60,500. Good Lord. The clunkers of my youth have become classics.
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8.20.2009
Mont d'Espoir or Mount Despair
Via Yglesias:
Jim Henley is in the grips of despair and I don’t think he even favors universal health care:
"Don't throw up your hands!" says Yglesias, but he lives in Washington (which is also the capital of Stockholm Syndrome, oddly enough) where everyone has to think that.I’ve become a pessimist. I think our future is Argentinian: a nation’s elites can have very nice lives for themselves if the commonality is financially secure and healthy, but history shows that a nation’s elites can have very nice lives for themselves even if most people live crabbed, fretful existences. You just need more security guards or, if necessary, paramilitaries. Since the financial crisis of last year, we’ve seen that the FIRE sector will work overtime to redistribute wealth to itself while working overtime to keep from redistributing wealth elsewhere. I think that with the normalization of the filibuster in the Senate, we’ve just about completed a revolution-within-the-form that is a much bigger deal than Barack Obama’s personal failings. The government works perfectly well at ensuring the lifestyles of defense contractors and investment bankers. That is its purpose. America may have one more good bubble in it. Or we may go straight to villas and bodyguards for the comely daughters.
(NOTE: the title references this poem by my favorite poet.)
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