Maggie from Read Or Die.
As protests continue in Iran, and dramatic pictures keep flowing out, check out these pre-election images to get an idea of what the difference is: part one and part two. People go skiing, feed dolphins, catch trains, bowl, hang out on fast-food playsets, compete in chess tournaments...it's all overwhelmingly normal. If you haven't seen Jason Jones' reports from the country, those, too, are well worth a watch.

Keeping the news of that kidnapped journalist off Wikipedia, in a very personal case of "freedom of information vs. security."

For the GLBT(TSQQIAAXYZ) folks: a quick roundup of ways in which Jon Stewart is an awesome ally. (Although Stephen tweets that it wasn't so bad before Stonewall.)

Speaking of Twitter, it's apparently great for customer service.

White dad willing to put in hours of hair care for adopted black daughter. Probably ought to come standard, but doesn't, so it's good to read.

The Practical Guide to Help Spurned Political Wives Survive Old Problems in the Era of New Technology. More and more relevant these days.

News that sounds like an urban legend, but isn't: one study found that gay men have, on averages, larger penises than straight men. (I know someone out there is thinking it: "And people wonder why straight women like slash.")

[GJ]

Nov. 19th, 2007 03:20 am
Maggie from Read Or Die.
Tomorrow I drive home for Thanksgiving. I can stay awake all day when necessary; I just make up for it by sleeping most of the next.

In the meantime, news. There's a better deconstruction of gender re: Bee Movie, and Maureen Dowd notes other gender-related prejudices, such as the way men are only attracted to ambition that doesn't top theirs.

I'm always a little leery of stories about Internet addiction -- after all, I compulsively check my email, and when I can't connect I feel like I'm in withdrawal. But if you're online seventeen hours a day and potentially dropping dead because you don't leave to eat, then it's time to call rehab. (For addiction in general, this whole town has turned into a rehab center, which is pretty cool.)

On the other hand, there's growing recognition for the good side of geekiness. Check this article on online friendships that acknowledges how real, close, and supportive they can be. Or this movie that follows a group of LARPers, but treats them like a sports team (a group of people having legitimate fun together, not a deviant fringe).

And now, your Moment of Zen (i.e. something completely different to round this off): Hispanic surnames are catching up to Anglo ones in U.S. popularity. Best thing about this article: the searchable list of last names. (Mine is down hundreds and hundreds. But it's still cool.)
Maggie from Read Or Die.
Josh got the next couple seasons of The West Wing for his birthday, and what should he do but hand me Season 5. It's good to have friends.

The icon is from America (The Book), and I wish I'd had it a couple of posts back. By that rate, it would take 1440 dead in Iraq to match the VA Tech tragedy, and we've only had a couple of hundred killed in the past three or four days, so there you have it.

(It's apparently affecting me on some level, because I had a nightmare about it - but not too much, because I forgot about said nightmare until this afternoon.)

Anyway. Enough gloom. Maureen Dowd, bring me some snark please.

Op-Ed Columnist
Cupid and Cupidity
By MAUREEN DOWD
Published: April 18, 2007


WASHINGTON

There have been many tender love stories in war.

Ike and Kay. Pamela Harriman and Edward R. Murrow. Aeneas and Dido. Achilles and his tent temptation, Patroclus.

But my favorite is the unfolding saga of Wolfie and Shaha. Never has a star-crossed romance so perfectly illuminated a star-crossed conflict.

The weekend meetings of the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund were consumed with the question of how the bank chief could fight corruption while indulging in cronyism. Who could focus on a weak yen when you had a weak Wolfie with a strong yen for Shaha?

In addition to the story about Paul Wolfowitz’s giving his girlfriend, Shaha Ali Riza, a promotion and a $60,000 raise because he felt guilty that she had to be transferred from the World Bank to the State Department when he took over, The Times reported yesterday on more imperialist hanky-panky.

Steven Weisman and David Sanger wrote that in 2003, when Wolfie was No. 2 at the Pentagon, the office of his consigliere, Douglas Feith, directed a private contractor to hire Ms. Riza, then at the World Bank, to spend a month traveling in Iraq to study ways to set up the new government.

(It was simple to get the contractor, the Science Applications International Corporation, to play along. As Vanity Fair reported, the Pentagon awarded SAIC seven contracts valued at more than $100 million before the war, without competitive bidding. Mr. Feith’s deputy was Christopher Henry, a former SAIC senior vice president.)

Wolfie and Shaha did not let a little thing like World Bank rules — which barred the bank from providing economic assistance to an area under military occupation — keep them from pushing the neocon delusions.

When she returned, Ms. Riza briefed members of the executive board of the World Bank on her trip, giving them a sanguine account of Iraq’s future and the fate of women there.

“The bank was under a lot of pressure at the time to do something in Iraq very quickly,” Jean-Louis Sarbib, a former bank vice president for the Middle East and North Africa, told The Times. But some of the bank’s directors, he said, were “very concerned about why she was briefing the board, under which authority and with whom she had gone there. I did not know anything about this at the time, and I was the vice president, and she was reporting to me.”

As they rushed to war, the neocons delighted in blowing off international treaties, international institutions and diplomats, treating them as impediments and whiners. So it only made sense that Wolfie wouldn’t hesitate to blow off rules he didn’t like once he began running an international institution himself.

Sometimes you’ve got to break some rules and tell some half-truths to help the world.

Despite fears among the bank’s member governments that Wolfie’s smug and stupid behavior is impairing the bank’s credibility, he has dug in his heels and said he will stay put. The president has backed him up.

Astonishingly, W., Wolfie, Dick Cheney and the Prince of Darkness himself, Richard Perle, have learned nothing from their mistakes of blindness and hubris, except to sweep them under the bed and indulge in more blindness and hubris.

In a chapter shown last night of the PBS series “America at a Crossroads,” Mr. Perle chatted with Pat Buchanan, his old colleague from the Reagan administration, arguing that America should ignore naysayers and work for regime change in Iran.

“There’s got to be some advantage to being a superpower,” Mr. Perle said grandly.

Asked by Bob Schieffer on “Face the Nation” on Sunday whether the administration had a credibility problem, given the problems with Alberto Gonzales, the optimistic statements about the death spiral in Iraq and the perjury conviction of Scooter Libby, the vice president replied, “You do the best you can with what you’ve got, obviously,” an echo of Rummy’s famous “You go to war with the Army you have.”

In America last week to promote a book about the occupation of Iraq, Ali Allawi, Iraq's former finance minister, told a group at the Council on Foreign Relations that the Bush administration had invaded an "imagined" country.

The Financial Times reported Mr. Allawi as saying that “the Iraqi exiles who advised the U.S. war planners described the country of their memories. Sadly, the Iraq with a solid infrastructure, a solid middle class and a secular tradition had ended ‘decades ago.’ ”

Shouldn’t Rummy and Cheney have followed their own advice: You go to war against the country you have, not the one you imagine?
Maggie from Read Or Die.
As the student body has been vanishing by stages every day this week, the newspaper delivery has stopped, and I'm stuck with my Times emails (and, of course, the fake news circuit) to keep me informed.

The hour has come to close some tabs, as I myself take off this afternoon :)

I'd watch this sitcom:

Sitcom's Precarious Premise: Being Muslim Over Here
By NEIL MACFARQUHAR
Published: December 7, 2006

The handsome, clean-cut young man of evidently Pakistani or Indian origin is standing in an airport line, gesticulating emphatically as he says into his cellphone, ''If Dad thinks that's suicide, so be it,'' adding after a pause, ''This is Allah's plan for me.''

As might be expected, a cop materializes almost instantly and drags the man off, telling him that his appointment in paradise will have to wait, even though the suicide he is referring to is of the career kind; he's giving up the law to pursue a more spiritual occupation.

The scene unrolls early in the pilot of a new Canadian comedy series called ''Little Mosque on the Prairie.''

Yet that fictional moment is an all-too-possible occurrence, as witnessed when six imams were hauled off a US Airways plane in Minnesota in November after apparently spooking at least one fellow passenger by murmuring prayers that included the word Allah.

''Little Mosque on the Prairie'' ventures into new and perhaps treacherous terrain: trying to explore the funny side of being a Muslim and adapting to life in post 9/11 North America. Its creators admit to uneasiness as to whether Canadians and Americans can laugh about the daily travails of those who many consider a looming menace.

''It's a question we ask ourselves all the time,'' said Mary Darling, one of the show's three executive producers and an American who has lived in Canada for the last decade. ''If 9/11 is still too raw, it might not work,'' she said.

There is the other side of that coin too -- what will Muslims think? -- which the show's creators usually summarize in one long sentence that mentions the uproar prompted by Salman Rushdie as well as the Danish cartoons about the Prophet Muhammad.

This concern stems from the almost automatic presumption that ''to look at Muslims in an entertaining way is going to be controversial because they will riot in the streets,'' said Al Rae, one of the show's writers, who noted that he does research by bouncing potential scenarios off cab drivers here. Or as Amaar, the young man detained in the opening airport scene, puts it sardonically, ''Muslims all over the world are known for their sense of humor.''

The strongest insurance against outrage from the faithful is that ''Little Mosque'' is the brainchild of Zarqa Nawaz, a Canadian Muslim of Pakistani origin whose own assimilation, particularly after she left Toronto for Regina, Saskatchewan, 10 years ago, provides much of the comic fodder.

''It rests on my shoulders to get the balance right between entertainment and representing the community in a reasonable way,'' Ms. Nawaz, a 39-year-old mother of four, said in an interview here. ''You have to push the boundaries so you can grow and evolve as a community.''

During one recent episode being filmed at a neighborhood swimming pool, two Muslim characters who are normally veiled leave the changing room to discover that a man has replaced their usual female instructor. The horrified women lunge for bath towels to use as temporary hijabs, or veils, to cover their hair.

Ms. Nawaz, veiled since she was in ninth grade, coached both actresses to be less relaxed. ''I didn't feel that they were panicked enough,'' she said. ''It's a big deal for a hijab-wearing woman to be seen without one.''

Ultimately the solution is found when, as the script describes, ''Fatima comes out dressed in the Haz-Mat Islamic swimsuit.'' The costume designer unearthed a swimsuit on the Internet from Jordan that covers her from scalp to ankle and had it shipped to Canada.

The struggle over what constitutes modest dress is central to the show. When a Muslim girl flounces into her immigrant father's presence with her navel showing, he recoils in horror, saying, ''You look like a Protestant.''

She counters, ''Dad, you mean a prostitute?''

He responds, ''No, I meant a Protestant.''

Ms. Nawaz's humor also emerges in the pool episode. Johnny, the male water aerobics instructor, is gay, and he pointedly says that the sight of the women's hair would not be the least bit arousing.

''I always try to start these debates in my community like: Does gay count? Do you have to cover your hair in front of a gay man?'' Ms. Nawaz said with a chuckle. (It is not the kind of question that arises in Muslim countries, where being openly gay is virtually out of the question; such behavior is punishable by a death sentence in some places.)

Fellow Muslims often dismiss her thoughts and questions as too outrageous, she admitted. ''But now I have a whole series to express them.''

Amaar, for example, is abandoning a law career to become the new imam, or prayer leader, in the small town of Mercy. His predecessor as imam preaches sermons like, ''First there was 'American Idol,' and now there is 'Canadian Idol.' All idols must be smashed.''

Ms. Nawaz wanted the show to look at how a native-born imam, exceedingly rare at the moment, might deal with issues differently from the standard imported imams. The actor who plays the young imam, Zaib Shaikh, is the only Muslim in the cast, although the creators said they had hoped more would audition.

Another episode focuses on the anguished debate among strict Muslim families about allowing their children to dress up and collect candy on Halloween, a Christian affair built atop a pagan festival. Most North American Muslims eventually compromise because the day has been drained of religion. ''Little Mosque on the Prairie'' turns it into ''Halal-oween,'' halal being the Arabic word for anything religiously permissible.

The sitcom grew out of the battle in Ms. Nawaz's mosque in Regina over whether women had to pray behind a partition, a heated controversy across the United States and Canada. She vehemently opposed the idea, ultimately making a documentary released this year called ''Me and the Mosque'' about the tug-of-war with her own imam as well as similar segregation battles in Chicago and West Virginia.

The documentary sparked her idea that all manner of tension between moderate and conservative Muslims -- one episode focuses on the partition issue -- would make both Muslims and non-Muslims laugh. There were 600,000 Muslims in Canada in the 2001 census, with the number now estimated around 800,000. Estimates for the American population are around six million.

In an earnest manner not atypical of Canadians, one goal of the show is to explain Muslim behavior, or at least make Muslims seem less peculiar, much as humor about Jews, Italians or gays helped those groups assimilate.

''On the news all you ever hear are voices from the extreme end of the spectrum,'' Ms. Darling said. ''This gives voice to ordinary people who look just like other ordinary people.''

With its small-town setting and affable cast of characters -- even a talk radio host who labels Muslims as terrorists comes across as rather lighthearted -- the show unrolls a bit like ''Mary Tyler Moore'' or some other 1970s sitcom. It is scheduled to start on CBC on Jan. 9, with eight episodes. More are under negotiation. Pitches will be made to networks in the United States in December, so at first only Americans in border states will be likeley to have access to it.

Test audiences have been somewhat divided, the producers said. Younger viewers, especially Muslims, tend to laugh openly with recognition. Others, particularly the older generation -- whether Muslim or not -- hesitate.

''Nobody has done a comedy about Muslims before, so they are not sure how to take it,'' Ms. Nawaz said. ''Some non-Muslims wonder, 'Are we allowed to laugh?' ''

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(Alas, it's Canadian.) I'm not so sure about this movie, though, despite the crop of TDS associates in the cast. (Riggle, Rob, and the ever-entertaining Lewis Black.)

In the real world, Muslims are having actual, unfunny difficulties: charities being frozen without conviction and sometimes without charge. Faith-based initiatives, anyone?

Conan O'Brien appears to be taking a page out of Colbert's book in terms of audience interaction. It's not as intense, but rather than snap up a name mentioned on the show (such as DibsRegistry.com) and let it sit idle, his staff had not only grabbed HornyManatee.com, but was having fanart posted. Conan/manatee, OTP?

Hillary Clinton has a cool adviser. Sexy, smart, and savvy, but stays out of the spotlight. Shame.

The Onion is sharp today. Biting. I like it.

One last lol: Maureen Dowd's latest column is not as snazzy as the last, but the title - a play on a classic film - is worth sharing: "Will Hilzilla Crush Obambi?"
Maggie from Read Or Die.
The Oval Intervention
By MAUREEN DOWD
Published December 9, 2006

It is not a happy mood in the Oval Office.

Poppy is sobbing, his face in his hands, slumped in one of the yellow-and-blue striped chairs. Laura is screaming the words “Oscar de la Renta” and “rendition” into her cellphone, still seeing red after showing up at a White House gala in the same $8,400 red gown as three other women who did not happen to be first lady.

Bob Gates is grim-faced, but not as grim-faced as Barbara, whose look could freeze not only the Potomac but the Tigris and the Euphrates. Scowcroft is over on the couch, trying to nap while Kissinger drones softly in his ear.

And, of course, there is the Deprogrammer for the Decider, James Baker, perfectly suited in bright green tie and suited perfectly for his spot behind the president’s desk.

The Council of Elders had hoped this Apocalypto moment wouldn’t be necessary. They had assumed that the scorching Iraq Study Group report would have the same effect on Junior as the bucket of cold water that Mr. Baker’s strict father, a lawyer known as “the Warden,” used to throw on his face to wake him up as a boy.

But Junior is trying to wriggle away completely, offering a decidedly cool response to the attempt to yank him into the reality-based community. He rallied his last two allies — his English poodle and his Scottish terrier, Blair and Barney.

He is loath to give up his gunslinger pose to go all diplo. He cleaves to the neocon complaint that it is the realists who are now being unrealistic, thinking the administration can bargain with Syria and Iran, or that the Army can train Iraqi security forces (or, as they are known there, death squads) in a matter of months when they haven’t been able to do it in years.

The Velvet Hammer is undeterred. He’s doing an all-out intervention, locking Junior and Barney in the little study next to the Oval. To stress the seriousness of the situation, they don’t give the president his feather pillow.

The group gathers at the door of the study. “My boy,” his dad tells him between sobs. “We love you. We’re here for you. We’re worried about you. You’re not just hurting yourself, you’re hurting others. This is a safe place. No one’s judging you ...”

“What are you talking about, Dad?” Junior snaps. “I just actually read 96 pages of your friends’ judging me in that cowpie report.” Barney woofs in support.

Barbara can be heard muttering from across the room. “We were right about Jebbie.”

Henry the K lumbers up to the door and in a low Teutonic rumble says: “It’s time we stopped taking care of you and started caring about you. Would you like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”

Junior is getting even more furious. “You all think you’re so realist. But you’re unrealist. I’m realist. Are you sitting at my desk, Baker? Get out of there! Everyone says you’re so Mr. Ride to the Rescue, but none of your surrender monkey ideas would work. Talk about Pretend Land — Israel giving up the Golan Heights? Yeah, right. And they call me delusional.”

Baker glides up to the door and says, in his most satiny drawl, “Son, I just threw a few D.O.A. ones in there for you to reject so you could preserve your manhood.”

There are sounds of feet stomping. “You say I can’t stay the course but I can too stay the course!” Junior yells. “I can! I can! You say I have to put the two trillion dollar war cost in the budget, but I don’t! You say we have to cuddle up to evildoers in Iran and Syria. Why do you hate the troops? Where’s Condi? I want my Condi!”

Realizing the president is getting hysterical, the group looks at Laura, hoping she can calm him down.

She approaches the door and coos in a soft voice: “Bushie? Listen, now, this is important. How do you get someone audited? Can’t we send Oscar de la Loser to Gitmo?”

Baker gently nudges Laura aside. “Now son, hear me out. We’ve disabled your enablers. Rummy has written his last self-serving memo. Dick’s got his hands full explaining his darlin’ new grandchild’s Two Mommies. Don’t bother calling for Condi. She’s at the bottom of Foggy Bottom. You’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em.”

It’s not sinking in. “We must achieve our objective,” Junior sputters. “Our objective is success. To succeed we must have success. If we don’t win, we lose. We are the winners. We can’t let the ... we’re in an ideological struggle and that’s why we have a strategy ... AL QAEDA! We must help democracy in Iraq succeed because ... ISLAMOFASCISTS! ... that is the objective of a successful ...”

Barney scratches at the door, trying to cut and run.

[GJ]

Nov. 6th, 2006 12:38 am
Maggie from Read Or Die.
The word nerd in me enjoys this article on the Internet's ability to develop new words. The Oxford English Dictionary requires them to stay around for five years before being submitted, to prove that they have staying power; but I think "truthiness" has demonstrated that for itself already, don't you?

A class on art, the Internet, and, though it doesn't say so in so many words, fandom. I'd take it. If only it weren't at MIT.

The Globe's little "Online Finds" column recommends a slew of TDS and TCR YouTube clips: "...just in case YouTube has to yank even more, we've complied some of our favorite clips for you to check out (search the titles to pull them up)." It lists five; they're all still there. What a relief. (The five are "I have a dreamcicle!", "Set it, and forget it!", "Colbert sings", "The Daily Show on 5 Oct 2006", and "Eleanor Holmes-Norton gtes Colbertized.")

Speaking of TDS, the fourth clip in the top row is Maureen Dowd's interview thereon. She talks about the monomyth (using Luke Skywalker's heroic cycle as a specific example) in relation to the Bush family. My love for this woman just went up by an order of magnitude.

Short post today; gotta run; Heroes is on. (Interesting twists; terrible dialog; premise that makes me wonder, "Why, if THIS is the only runaway hit of the season, don't more people respect comic books? And how come they're not watching Studio 60? It's so much better.")
Maggie from Read Or Die.
The name Maureen Dowd just crossed into the TDS/TCR viewer consciousness: she's the author of the Rolling Stone cover story on Jon and Stephen. And a lot of people have decided, on reading it, that they don't like her.

I didn't realize it until today, but I'd already seen her writing. She's the author of this lovely piece on McCain and Senator Clinton, which I copied in full because non-TimesSelect-subscribers deserve to appreciate how awesome it is.

In today's issue, she's back. The column is on Cheney and Rumsfeld; the title is A Wartime Love Story.

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At the heart of every administration, there is one relationship above all others that shapes history. Ron and Nancy. Poppy Bush and James Baker. Billary. Cheney & Rummy.

W. is the hood ornament, but Cheney & Rummy are the chitty chitty bang bang engine of this administration. Their four-decade friendship stretches from Nixon to Bush II, from Vietnam to Vietnam II.

It’s a beautiful love story, really, even more touching than Ted Haggard, the evangelical preacher and Bush White House adviser, asking a male prostitute for crystal meth, or Borat putting a bag over the head of a squealing Pamela Anderson and carrying her off.

The country, the world, a growing number in their party, and some of the president’s own family may object to the star-crossed match of Cheney & Rummy, but the two men are secure in each other’s embrace. They’ve had tons of fun, from unmanning Colin Powell to unraveling the Geneva Conventions to undoing half a century of American foreign policy to unnerving the small Chesapeake Bay town of St. Michaels, Md., where they have bought weekend estates near each other.

Like some out-of-control manbot, Vice says they will continue “full speed ahead” in Iraq, no matter what voters say. “We’re not running for office,” he told ABC’s George Stephanopoulos. “We’re doing what we think is right.” Damn the democracy — full speed ahead.

W. ratified the Cheney-Rummy mésalliance this week, saying they were doing “fantastic” jobs and vowing to stick with them. He said “the good thing about Vice President Cheney’s advice is, you don’t read about it in the newspaper after he gives it.” (How would he know?) Being discreet when you give disastrous advice: priceless.

Noting that Rummy had presided over Afghanistan and Iraq while overhauling the military, W. said he was “pleased with the progress we’re making.” (Insert your own punch line here.)

Rummy did have one other defender. The House majority leader, John Boehner, told Wolf Blitzer that it is the generals who should be blamed if the war is going badly. So now Republicans are trashing Democrats for undermining the troops even as they’re undermining the troops?

Mr. Bush will go down in history as an isolated, naïve president who was led by Cheney & Rummy, when he could have gotten better advice from his dad and wife.

In his new book, “State of Denial,” Bob Woodward sketches a scene in which an anxious first lady presses Andy Card for information about the war. Mr. Card says he can’t tell her classified information, and she says that W. won’t tell her that stuff, either. She confides her fear that Rummy is hurting her husband and wonders why he puts up with it.

It’s enough to make you long for Nancy Reagan, who quickly dispatched advisers who were hurting her husband.

Even Rummy’s Iraq war cheerleaders, “Cakewalk” Ken Adelman and Richard “Nix Blix” Perle, are falling all over themselves to knife the Pentagon boss. Scaling new heights in the annals of Now They Tell Us, the two men blame the “dysfunctional” Bush team for the “disaster” in Iraq and say that if they had known then what we all know now (and what some of us knew then), they never would have pushed to invade Iraq.

In January’s Vanity Fair, Mr. Adelman told David Rose that when he wrote in 2002 that “liberating Iraq would be a cakewalk,” he “just presumed that what I considered to be the most competent national-security team since Truman was indeed going to be competent. They turned out to be among the most incompetent teams in the postwar era. Not only did each of them, individually, have enormous flaws, but together they were deadly, dysfunctional.”

He said of his old friend Rummy: “I’m crushed by his performance. Did he change, or were we wrong in the past? Or is it that he was never really challenged before? I don’t know. He certainly fooled me.” He concludes that “the idea of using our power for moral good in the world” is finished, at least for a generation.

The neocons insist that it was the execution of the war that was wrong. Actually, it was wrong to go to war with a trumped-up casus belli and without ever debating what could happen if they took a baseball bat to a beehive. A war designed to bring moral good shouldn’t start with a pack of lies. As a Shakespeare expert, Mr. Adelman should have known about ends and means.



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She managed to jump from Ted Haggard (whom I mentioned in my last post; now he admits to having met the gay prostitute but says it was just for a massage - oh, and he bought drugs but didn't use them) to Borat seamlessly in one sentence, and from there bring the piece back around to Shakespeare.

Seriously - the wit, the snark, the gay innuendo - this woman could write for TDS, not just about it.

I think I love this woman.

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