Snarking the Poet

Topic Drift Knows How to Do it Right

Just read and learn as Topic Drift opens a can of snark and dumps it all over Carolyn Forché (whoever that is. Some obscure person calling herself a poet, apparently):

She calls herself a “poet of witness.” Bah. No such thing. One might just as well call oneself a “nursemaid of trout” or “lieutenant of puddings” or “Human Resources Director” or “lumberjack of peri-menopause” or “emperor of ice cream”. All nonsense. That last one’s taken, I think.

You want more? There’s much more.

*rara avis*

Have you ever known one of these?

I’ve never had the pleasure/priviledge of working for or with a supervisor/manager/boss like this:

“He’s loyal to his employees; he knows them and cares about them and treats them well. He goads them to make sure he hears all points of view. He does not encourage rivalry and competition among them. He surrounds himself with people who are widely regarded as being smarter than he is, and values the ideas of those who are better-informed…” ?Orson Scott Card

Who was Orson Scott Card talking about, this rare person who embodies the commonsense approach we all wish our boss/manager/supervisor in some (probably past) job had embodied? Is it some character in one of his well-written novels? Possibly a protagonist who overcomes great obstacles and triumphs because of the heroic character that truly values those he leads?

No. Orson was synopsizing Ari Fleischer’s description iof President Bush in Fleischer’s new book, Taking the Heat..

Razorblogging at Glenn’s place

Breaking news: Yeh, the Instapundit himself is discussing the advantages.disadvantages of different razors. *heh*… indeed

The link above and this one for Glenn—and his readers— on… shaving.

Well, each to their own. I decided some years ago that since

a.) my wife frequently commented on the beard I had when we met and married (and how much she liked it) and
b.) I dislike the process of scraping my face anyway

that I’d just grow it and trim it with the same clippers/scissors/razor combo I use to cut my own hair. (Yeh, I also decided some years ago that griping about the loon that butchered my hair would be better directed at the loon in the mirror.)

Noticeably warmer in winter. Extra care keeping clean in summer (sweat & dirt from yard work–more care than bare face).

Added benefit? I get to shave it once a year for my April 15 “National Day of Mourning” ritual. (I keep hoping that holiday will catch on… )

Added benefit #2? I buy about 4 disposable razors a year.

Problem? My beard is MUCH grayer than anything else I have for hair. On second thought, not so much of a problem… any more, that is…

*heh*… indeed.

🙂

Well, I’d settled on Mac n Cheese for tonight…

…but some of these dishes at Carnival of the Recpies #32 are looking awefully good…

(Parenthetically, after THREE attempts to post this, I am beginning to hate blogger)

I had all kindsa nice stuff to say bout this week’s Carnival of the Recipes, but Blogger seems to want to lose it all. Again and again… Just go here and see all the goodies. Still gonna have Mac n Cheese tonight, but I can see a couple of the recipes from this week’s carnival making the list for this weekend’s meals.

New Gig

Well, an old gig in new clothing, perhaps…

Back to curmudgeon mode.

I’m thinking of beginning a new consulting firm. People can call me up and ask if their boss/co-worker/spouse/neighbor is a jerk. I’ll be happy to listen to the circumstances, pronounce my diagnosis (naturally, they’re all jerks—at least there’s a vanishingly small chance they are not) and charge my fee. ($75/15 minute call? Sounds about right.)

Sounds like a winner: “Wah-Wahs for Whiners” I think I’ll call it. Whadda ya think?

Addendum: I just placed a call to myself to test this out. Griped a while about some jerk in a WallyWorld parking lot who decided to drive the wrong way up an aisle in the parking lot. What? The “U.S. Mail” sign on his pickup gave him the right to do so? Not in my book. I laid on my horn until he backed on out. Jerk. Next step? A call/letter/fax to the postmaster in that town complaining about the unsafe driving and rude behavior of this jerk. Then, a lil phone call to my congrsscritter asking what can be done to get this jerk hung by the short and curlies. Hey! And if he can’t tell which way to drive in a WallyWorld parking lot, maybe he’s impersonating a typical oh-so-bright and “professional” USPS part-time rural mail carrier. After all, don’t they have to take some kinda civil service exam (like that’s harder than reading a comic book)? Maybe this guy’s a terrorist or something. Yeh, the feebs ougghta investigate his sorry… a-hem… Yeh, that’s the ticket….

So, after griping to myself on my $75/15-minute phone call (nice to have 2 lines so I can do that), I told myself that this part-time rural mail carrier was indeed a jerk.

Money well spent.

*heh*

The Man Who Invented the Future

Joe Schembrie marks the 100th anniversary of the death of Jules Verne

I missed it yesterday, but March 24 was the 100th anniversary of the death of Jules Verne. If you’re thinking “Huh?!?” right now, just go read Joe Schembrie’s essay, “Jules Who?

An excerpt:

“…Verne’s two novels of space travel, From Earth to the Moon and Around the Moon… foretold of NASA’s actual lunar voyage a century later with surreal accuracy. For example, Verne’s space-shell resembles the Apollo 8 Command Module and even weighs the same. Both real and fictional vehicles carried a crew of three. Verne’s space-shell was launched from a location in Florida just one hundred and fifty miles from where Apollo 8 was launched, and the actual mission splashed down in the South Pacific just two and a half miles from where Verne’s fictional mission returned. “

Heck, don’t just read Schembrie’s essay, go read (or re-read) some of Verne’s prescient 19th Century novels.