If you’re a horse nut, you probably know what I’ve been up to for the last few days: attending the Rolex Kentucky Three-Day Event, then trying to sober up, collect my wits, and collate another one of my scintillating photojournalistic commentaries. Since I’ve been maintaining a Rolex website far longer than this blog, it takes priority, and you’ll have to go there for this year’s report.
For my remote readers unfamiliar with the local news, there has been an ongoing legal battle over Lexington’s attempt to ban smoking in all indoor public places. The battle now seems to have been won by the clean-air forces, as the state Supreme Court upheld the ban yesterday, which would seem to exhaust all possibilities for challenge. I’d been hoping for this outcome, looking forward to being able to go to a bar and ruin my liver without ruining my lungs. But just as I thought my prayers are answered, an article in the Kentucky Kernel (UK’s student newspaper) reminds me of the dangers of getting what you wished for:
OK .. I know I said I’d filled the political rant quota for the week, but I got this and had to share:
We would be better off if the president pursued
policies that prevent casualties — American and Iraqi —
instead of policies that prevent us from viewing the
images of them.
From a letter to the editor of the NY Times, forwarded to me by a friend of parents of the author, so I don’t feel guilty about reproducing it here.
The horseplay topic has probably dried up for a while (although Arthur got his shoes reset today, so I should get some saddle time this weekend, but it probably won’t be anything worth writing about); I’ve probably exhausted my quota for political ranting this week (although the reports about the slaughter in Fallujah continue to be disturbing); so I might as well fall back into the geek category. And Google is a perpetual favorite among geeky bloggers, so I might as well stick with the trend.
I didn’t get a chance (or have the stomach) to watch Mr. Bush’s press conference on Tuesday night. But fortunately, somebody who did watch it was generous enough to summarize it for those who missed it. I received this summary via email. Unfortunately, as with many items like this, by the time I received it, all traces of the original author had been lost. In spite of the fact that I am therefore unable to give credit where it’s deserved, I think this is too good not to post here, in case some of my readers also missed the press conference.
Last week brought a pleasant reminder of the validity of Yogi Berra’s statement: “It ain’t over till it’s over”. Now that hunt season really is over, this blog may see more emphasis on some of my other obsessions. It would certainly be tempting to hope Berra’s observation could apply to the Democratic presidential nomination, which officially ain’t over until the convention in July. But although my man Dennis is still running and actively campaigning, even he acknowledges that it’s over.
Maybe I’m getting lazy. This entry is just going to be a reference to Jo Wilding’s chilling article about volunteer rescue activities in Iraq and the appalling behavior of the US military. It’s the kind of thing you’re not likely to see much of in the mainstream media. I really can’t summarize it any better than Jo does herself when she closes with:
Continue reading “Inside the Fire”
Indecent exposure, or a criminally awful pun? This week’s Campus Crime Log is pretty uninspiring. There are a few typical drug/alcohol busts, seasonal water balloon incidents, and a few entries related to the man who has been walking around campus copping an occasional quick feel (I can certainly understand the temptataion). There’s really only one item worthy of mention:
• Indecent Exposure at the Taylor Education Building. Male seen with no clothes on standing on the first floor facing Dickey Hall.
Another hunt season draws to a close. Actually, my last hunt of the season was last Sunday, although I didn’t realize it at the time. With hunts scheduled for Wednesday and Friday, which I had every intention of enjoying, I almost skipped Sunday due to the unseasonable 78-degree heat. But the best-laid plans often go awry, and with a combination of weather and work complications, Wednesday and Friday didn’t happen. So I’m glad I caved in to some gentle arm-twisting and went out for an enjoyable but easy ride for my final hunt of the season last Sunday. With a shaggy horse and hot weather, an afternoon of hard running was out of the question. But it was a great day to hilltop with friends, and look forward to the cooler, possibly damper, weather promised for the next two hunts.