Things We're Not Talking About: Stoic Acceptance of Stupidity
"I am not talking about stoically accepting organizational stupidity and performance incompetence with a "what, me worry?" smile." -- from The Leadership Secrets of Colin Powell.
"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary." -- H. L. Mencken
"I am not talking about stoically accepting organizational stupidity and performance incompetence with a "what, me worry?" smile." -- from The Leadership Secrets of Colin Powell.
I went out to see my grandmother yesterday, along with my dad, uncle Ross, aunt Dodi and cousin Kelly. She has improved a lot since Friday, and I don't see any reason to think that she's in immediate danger.
I found out from my father this evening that my grandmother had trouble breathing and was taken from the nursing home to the hospital. They treated and released her, but when she went back to the nursing home she fell and hit her head and was taken back to the hospital. She's out again, but pretty much talking out of her mind, and dad doesn't seem to think she's going to live much longer. I plan to drive down and see them tomorrow, after I finish teaching physics at "Super Saturday." My uncle Ross is in town.
The Red Sox just won the World Series. Has any team put up as little fight in a 7-game series as the Cardinals? I've never seen it. The Sox scored in the first inning of all four games, and lead at the end of 35 out of 36 innings of the series (the Cards never lead).
I got my thermo exam #2 back yesterday and didn't screw it up as badly as I'd feared: got a 92. On my abstract algebra exam I didn't do as well as I'd hoped: 80. So with roughly half my credits or a little less in my classes, I have a solid A average in thermo, a weak A in real analysis, a high B in abstract algebra and a low A in classical mechanics.
Every time I start thinking that it doesn't really matter who wins the election, I come across something that either frightens or appalls me. This, which I found a few days ago, does both:
It's one week until the election, and I've gotten to the point that I couldn't give a flying fuck who wins. I just want it over.
I paid $2.039 for gas today -- over $2 for the first time, as far as I remember. 29 dollars to gas up my little Wrangler, and the tank wasn't even empty. If this keeps up I'm going to give up driving.
As a reward for getting everything finished this week, I treated myself to a movie: Friday Night Lights, which was pretty decent. It was based on an actual story of a high school football coach in Texas, played by Billy Bob Thornton, and the team he took to the state championship game in 1988. In a way it was depressing, though. Apparently life in many west Texas towns revolves around the local high school football team. Consequently, absurd pressure is placed on 17-year-old kids to win. As portrayed in the movie the entire town of Odessa Texas seems to consist of nothing but men who used to play football and who split their time about evenly between crying over their lost glory and making their sons' lives miserable by living through them.
The Red Sox are currently beating the Yankees 8-1 in the top of the 7th inning, with two on and one out. If they win this game they'll be the first team ever to come back from a 3-0 deficit in a playoff series. I've watched no baseball at all this season, but I'm rooting for them.
I'm almost out from under my workload (temporarily, of course). Since Friday I finished problem sets for classical mechanics, abstract algebra and real analysis. I finished my corrections for the last real analysis exam. I did a take-home exam in classical, which took most of my weekend. I did a research presentation for the National Environmental Modeling and Analysis Center and wrote up another research summary for NCUR.
OK, it's time to put my prediction on the record. Based on some indications of weakness in the polls lately for Kerry I'm predicting that Bush will win the popular vote narrowly. But based on some strength in swing states, and the history of undecideds going for the challenger, I think Kerry will win the electoral college.
I have so much to do at this point that it's depressing me -- and I can't even work up the motivation to get started.
The third and final presidential debate is going on. So far fairly even (and pretty much a snooze), though Bush seems a little nervous. He smiles too much and makes wisecracks about Kerry that probably go over well with his usual handpicked GOP audiences, but this audience has been instructed not to laugh or respond, even if anything Bush was saying were funny, which it isn't. Jokes that don't get laughs aren't ever good, but smark-aleck remarks that don't get laughs are worse.
Letterman mentioned the Bush Bulge rumors in his monologue, then played a game called "guess the bulge" where Rupert had a bulge under his jacket and contestants had to identify it. (It was a t-bone steak).
Lots more people showed up for the finale: John Mellencamp, the Dixie Chicks, James Taylor, Jackson Browne (OK, I didn't say interesting people), some rappers I didn't recognize, Eddie Vedder, Bonnie Rait.
I've been watching this National Anthem for Change Tour -- a live broadcast from Washington DC. Earlier Dave Mathews and REM (I assume) were on, but right now Springsteen is playing with John Fogerty "It Ain't Me." Over-orchestrated, as usual with Springsteen (at least four guitars -- the two principals, Little Stevie and Nils Lofgren) but not bad.
The story is now on the BBC site. Bush's tailor says it's some sort of "pucker" along the seem.
Rumors are circulating on the Internet that Bush was wired for sound duing the first two debates. It's gone so far that the White House is having to deny it. It sounds too unbelievable to be true, but it does explain all the weird pauses before Bush started answering questions.

I just flipped on the TV and 48 Hours has a special on about an old friend/fraternity brother of mine, Mike Blagg, who was convicted last Spring of murdering his wife and daughter. (Actually his daughter's body was never found, so he was only tried for the wife). It's really sort of surreal seeing the interview with him after all these years, especially in this context. This is a guy I lived with for a couple of years and saw regularly for four.




OK, apparently Bush owned a small part of a timber company that paid him $84 years ago, and Kerry's point was that this would have qualified him as a small business owner. This seemingly had some relevance to the debate, but I was too busy blogging to follow it. Apparently not too many other people (including Bush) understood it either.
The second Bush-Kerry debate is going on. This time instead of standing at podiums and taking questions from Jim Lehrer they're standing on stage and taking questions from the audience.
I've been thinking lately about Dumbya and how he got elected President (well, sort of) and whether it might be better if we had a real aristocracy, like Britain.
I feel like I'm in fucking grad school already.
This week is fall break, and we have Wednesday-Friday off. I decided it would be a good time to take the general GRE, so I've signed up to do that on Friday. I want to take another practice test or two before I do it and I've been too busy. I should have time Wednesday or Thursday. I'm shooting for an 800 on the math, which is easier to do than it sounds because the scale is pretty low on the math section, which is just SAT-level algebra, geometry, etc.
Real polls have been released. Newsweek shows 61% think Kerry won the debate, versus 19% for Bush. LA Times has is 54% Kerry, 15% Bush. More interestingly, Newsweek, which had Bush ahead overall by 54% to 43% after the GOP convention now shows Kerry leading by 47% to 45%. LA Times has Kerry up by 2% as well.

Something occured to me while watching the debate the other night. The first question was to Kerry, and it was along the lines of "could you do a better job fighting terror than Bush." Of course, he answered yes.