July 31, 2010
I’m co-hosting a conservative Twitter happy hour this Monday with Dorian Davis, Robert George and Billy Hallowell. It’ll be Monday 8/2 at O’Lunney’s, 210 W. 50th St. 7pm. It’s ok if you’re not on twitter but if you are, follow me here, Karolnyc, and the rest of the hosts at the links above.
July 27, 2010
Oliver Stone and Mel Gibson have proved to me the concept that if someone seems like a nutty jerk, they probably are. I defended Mel Gibson when the Passion of the Christ was released, because I thought it was a far-out to accusing him of anti-Semitism just because of a pot-stirring portrayal of Jews, but then he went off the deep end and showed me I was incorrect. He is an anti-Semite, and not a big fan of black people either.
Same with Oliver Stone. I watched him befriend dictators and glamorize murderers, but I just thought it was a wacky Hollywood thing, not a hating-Jews-and-defending-Hitler thing. Wrong, wrong, wrong. If it’s seems hateful and crazy, it’s probably hateful and crazy. And that’s my lesson for 2010.
July 26, 2010
Poster in LA (where I’ve been for the last few days):
Can anyone decipher its meaning?
July 22, 2010
I’m traveling, currently Los Angeles and a short sidetrip to Las Vegas, so even lighter than usual blogging for the next few days. Back soon!
If you’ve got kids, plan to have kids, or have a kid you like a lot, check out my awesome book giveaway on 212 Baby.
July 20, 2010
Thirty-two years ago today, my parents and I made the trip from Italy to New York. My mom and I had been released from prison, that is, the Soviet Union, three months earlier.
We had landed in Italy in April, on my first birthday, and my father was waiting for us, having come from New York where he had been for the last 9 months. They had not seen each other for over a year and I had never met my father.
My mother was carrying me as we got off the plane. After greeting each other my father asked if I could walk. Apparently I could. My mom set me down and off I scurried.
At the same time, in Haifa, Israel, lived an almost-3-year-old boy with a funny bowl haircut who would eventually be nicknamed the Israeli Commando (or, IC). In two years, his parents would move him and his new brother to America, to Queens. He’d go to college and meet a guy named Frank, who had a friend named Mike, who was my friend. We’d meet one summer night in a bar in the East Village. We’d become friends and end up living in the same building. And then, years and years later, we’d pretty suddenly fall for each other, date, marry and have a baby girl named Sadie.
She’s 5+ months right now and every day is a new adventure. Today she made this sound. Now she’s able to do this. I think about my parents, separated for the first year of my life and can’t imagine IC without Sadie. Even more, I can’t imagine the lack of communication between my parents for that year. My mom didn’t have a telephone, and letters and packages took forever to reach her. In a world with overnight delivery, email, texting, cell phones, flip videos, ichatting and good old fashioned regular telephones, this seems incomprehensible. My father had sent baby clothes during his own stay in Italy. My mom wrote back that they fit well…on my doll. My father didn’t know whether I could walk, a fairly significant milestone. IC was sad to miss the first time Sadie made a new sound: luh. My parents did what they had to do to get out. I wonder if my child, born and raised in freedom, will ever understand that. I hope she will feel lucky. I plan to remind her that she is, every July 20th, and many other days in between too.
Previous July 20th posts:
July 19, 2010
I am always suspicious of articles like this one about how the Democrats are panicking and thinking they will lose everything in November. Especially in Dem-lovin magazines like Time. It just reeks of controlling the story. If they put out there that they think they will lose both house in November, and then only lose one, the story the day after election day will be what a win it was for the Democrats–even if they suffer big losses.
So don’t buy it. Donate money to your favorite conservatives, work for candidates and vote on election day. Don’t believe that it’s all smooth sailing from here.
July 15, 2010
The company confirmed it lobbied in the case of Abdel Basset Ali al-Megrahi, the Libyan convicted of a 1988 airliner bombing, but was not involved in his release.
BP’s statement on Thursday repeated earlier acknowledgments that it had promoted the transfer agreement to protect a $900 million offshore oil-and-gas exploration deal off Libya’s Mediterranean coast. The British justice minister at the time, Jack Straw, admitted shortly after Mr. Megrahi was repatriated and freed that the BP deal was a consideration in the government’s review of his case.
July 12, 2010
Jesse Jackson compares the owner of the Cavs, angry about LeBron James spitting in his team’s face in the most public, extended way possible, to a slave owner. Obviously.
Liberals hope to match the Tea Party’s influence with their own new group. Because control of the White House, the House and the Senate is just not influential enough.
July 8, 2010
…you don’t have to be a parent to read (and participate on) my baby blog: www.212baby.com
July 7, 2010
Say what you will about Democrat for US Senate from South Carolina candidate Alvin Greene, at least he has a job plan:
Said Greene: “Another thing we can do for jobs is make toys of me, especially for the holidays. Little dolls. Me. Like maybe little action dolls. Me in an army uniform, air force uniform, and me in my suit. They can make toys of me and my vehicle, especially for the holidays and Christmas for the kids. That’s something that would create jobs. So you see I think out of the box like that. It’s not something a typical person would bring up. That’s something that could happen, that makes sense. It’s not a joke.”
Of course it’s not a joke. Why would it be a joke?
July 6, 2010
How dare America not be in a perpetual boom? Isn’t there a promise of life, liberty and never having to worry about a thing?
You know who I really don’t worry about? This college-educated guy in his comfortable suburb:
After breakfast, his parents left for their jobs, and Scott Nicholson, alone in the house in this comfortable suburb west of Boston, went to his laptop in the living room. He had placed it on a small table that his mother had used for a vase of flowers until her unemployed son found himself reluctantly stuck at home.
Who, by the way, just turned down a job (and still ended up the focus of a NYT story about how terrible things are for today’s graduates):
Over the last five months, only one job materialized. After several interviews, the Hanover Insurance Group in nearby Worcester offered to hire him as an associate claims adjuster, at $40,000 a year. But even before the formal offer, Mr. Nicholson had decided not to take the job.
So what will Scott do, where will he go? To Europe, it seems:
“I view what is happening to Scott with dismay,” said the grandfather, who has concluded, in part from reading The Economist, that Europe has surpassed America in offering opportunity for an ambitious young man. “We hate to think that Scott will have to leave,” the grandfather said, “but he will.”
Where was the NYT editor to conclude: “wow, this article is ridiculous, maybe we shouldn’t run it.” Where?