Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Blogger Bash 4.0: PS
Tartan Day 2005
Its a special day over at Absinthe and Cookies, and I figured ResurrectionSong.com could join in the fun.
Here are the tartans of RS contributors Jo, ZombyBoy, and Remy, in that order.
Incidentally, I think I got a skirt made out of ZB’s at Eddie Bauer. Hmmmm.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Healing the Blind
Truly phenomenal, and, for someone who still marvels that the Internet actually works, miraculous. I am completely in awe.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Congratulations to UNC
The Tar Heels deserved the win tonight. After a great season, they played brilliantly through the tournament, and they finished their year in style. A big congratulations goes to Roy Williams, one of the best coaches to have never won the championship.
Damn, that was painful.
Blogger Bash 4.0: Where the Hell Were You?
A little less drunken, a lot less hung-over, and a truly great time. That is my wrap-up of the Blogger Bash.
It was good to catch up with people I haven’t seen in some time and to meet quite a few new people that will, hopefully, join us again. As a special guest, Nathan from Brain Fertilizer, was absolutely everything that you might imagine he would be: intelligent, inquisitive, polite, engaging, and an extremely welcome addition to the gathering. (Update: You might want to read Nathan’s thoughts on his trip to Denver for the Blogger Bash.)
To all, thank you for a great time and thank you for the conversations.
For a more complete story, check out Libercontrarian’s (another great addition to the group who will be added to the blogroll) post-bash story. Ryan Scott has a good mess of links and memories slightly less sullied by alcohol.
Another new face was Wadcutter who I wish I had talked to a bit more. But by the time I knew who he was, it was late and both of us had already had a few drinks. Jed, and older hand at these gatherings, has his usual great post-bash post--and will hopefully be inviting me to the celebration of firearms and blogger marksmanship that he’s organizing with a number of the other bloggers.
Special thanks and recognition go out to Jeff, Robin, Steve Wheeler, Publicola, Dorkafork, Matt, Matt, Steve, Andy, and Darren (who also has a post-bash post). (And, yes, I’ll actually link all these bits up once I get a few more spare minutes.)
PS- There were quite a few more faces and names to link up--I wish I had thought to put out a guest book so I could make sure to get to all of them. If yours is a name or a site that I’ve forgotten to list, don’t hesitate to leave a comment and I’ll add you to the list so that everyone knows that you (like us) are one of the cool kids.
Update: Another attendee was Jiggity from Avoiding the Tar Baby. My bad for not including him on the original list (and for not remembering his real name)--I blame the booze, the broads, and the boisterous conversation.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Before I Head Over to the Fix My Freakin’ Car Store…
...I wanted to make sure that everyone took part in doing something good. All you have to do to contribute is leave a comment at California Hammonds. With each comment that is left, a donation will be made with the National Breast Cancer Foundation.
Link it and leave a comment--it’s an easy way to do your good deed for the day.
H/T to Rae on this one.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Terri Schiavo has Died
As the argument over the subject in the blogosphere has grown increasingly passionate, I’ve stood by and watched. I watched quietly because the arguments have grown increasingly acrimonious and I have no wish to start name calling and picking fights. It also became increasingly clear that no appeals court was going to overturn the original ruling; sadly I watched as the inevitable played out to its obvious conclusion.
So, Terri has died and her family mourns. I mourn with them.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Blogger Bash 4.0: You Are Going, Aren’t You?
Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash 4.0 is coming up this weekend. If you’ve been wondering whether you should attend, it’s only fair to tell you that not only will you (probably) get to meet all of the people on this list--and whatever others didn’t quite meet my (arbitrary and completely unfair) RSVP date--but you’ll also get to drink.
Stay focused, people.
Steve Green, Vodka Pundit
See you there, kids.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
Friday, March 25, 2005
The Denver Nuggets Don’t Suck
If you live in Denver, the Denver Nuggets not sucking is a story it would be easy to miss. They existed as the joke of the league for so long now that it seemed almost impossible for them to ever be contenders again. For a fan that grew up in the Doug Moe era, idolizing Alex English’s graceful shots and humble ways, the past decade has been basketball hell. The media has barely noticed them for years now, and with good reason. But that’s why it would have been easy to miss the story: these Denver Nuggets don’t suck.
Now, Denver is surging toward the end of the season. They are making an honest-to-God run for the playoffs, beating teams, playing well, and looking like a team. They’ve remembered how to pass, how to score, how to hold onto leads, and, most important, how to win. I feel all giddy inside.
Last night they beat a Lakers team that is in decline--an important victory to keep the Nuggets in the playoff fight and to give them confidence down the stretch.
Good for the Nuggets, and, I agree with Bernie Lincicome, good for the Lakers.
I can’t quite help but root against Kobe and, by extension, the Lakers. Seeing them lose is like a tonic to me: a proof that karma, divine intervention, or just plain good luck really does punish the jerks once in a while.
Go Nuggets (and welcome back to the game).
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Leading off the local Fox affiliate’s newscast this evening was a story about the shootings on the Red Lake reservation. “Why?” they asked over and over again. “Why?”
They noted that Jeff Weise had been teased for his Goth clothes and his tall stature. They noted that he had recently had trouble at school. They wondered how it could be that this student might load up a shotgun and a couple revolvers, don a protective vest, and go shoot up a school.
Here’s the answer: because he was a self-important, maladjusted little boy who thought that doing something like this would make him special. And because he didn’t fit in--and tried hard to not fit in by dressing different and acting different than the rest--he thought that it was his right to take the lives of all these people. Dealing out death is the one thing that made him powerful and unique.
Except, of course, it doesn’t. Killing someone is no big trick: for all its amazing capabilities, the human body is still a fragile thing. No, taking a life isn’t a special trick at all. And unique? Hardly. Killers are a dime a dozen.
No, in his twisted, idiotic little mind, he thought he could carve out immortality and leave a message for the rest of us fools. Instead he made a complete waste of his own life, brutally ended the lives of people who had done nothing to deserve his indiscriminate violence, and will leave behind a legacy of books, magazine articles, journalists, and other professional hyperventilators who will ask, “Why?” every time the anniversary of the event rolls around.
Like the survivors and family of the Columbine tragedy, the survivors and families of the Red Lake murders will be trotted out to offer opinions and tears whenever some other self-important little prick decides to start killing people. And they’ll all start their books, newspaper articles, interviews, and newscasts with that same question: “Why?”
Why? Because sometimes people are mean and rude: they hurt feelings callously, they exclude cruelly, and they act as if they are better than others. Those others are usually the kids who either can’t or won’t fit in with the crowd. And sometimes one of those misfits starts believing that those social cruelties and sleights somehow impart the right to murder their classmates or workmates. The murders won’t make them special and unique: the murders will make them brutal and pathetic.
Why? I won’t give Jeff Weise cover by blaming his actions on the social missteps of others. He doesn’t deserve to have his actions legitimized or his memory given a status that it doesn’t deserve. Much will be made of his father (who committed suicide), his mother (who was in a nursing home with brain damage), and his schoolmates (who weren’t nice enough to him). What it all really comes down to is that a kid who tried to be different, and was treated accordingly, didn’t want to put in the hard work of living life. He picked a cowardly and quick path to solve the problem: kill to make his name known forever, and die so he didn’t have to deal with the consequences.
What a pathetic little boy.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Friday, March 11, 2005
If you pay the slightest attention to the news of the strange, you’ve probably already come across the story of the chimps that very nearly killed a man and his wife when they were visiting another chimp at the same animal ranch. The story isn’t even a tiny bit funny to me--the damage done the the man was tremendous and the lasting injury will be horrific.
Following a link from Shawn’s site to an opposing view on re-enfranchisement (that topic keeps getting sideswiped here, now doesn’t it?), I decided to take a few moments and explore the site. I came upon commentary about the chimp attack that confounded me. The writer, Teflon, quoted from the story about the chimps and then followed up with this:
What is that supposed to mean? What is it about this story that contradicts the concept of evolution? Was it the chimps strength? Was it the savage nature of the attack? I would go as far as to say that the cruelty
I’m sure that Teflon has a point, but I’ll be damned if I can see it.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Wow these digs are pretty swank
I'm pretty sure that James Lileks doesn't have an exclusive on writing something that looks like his Bleat, as long as I don't call it one. Right? Anyway, the name's Jay, the fine one, not the verbose one, nor the one who works at National Reveiw. In my middle twenties, I think I'm the youngest in the team and I'm damn proud to be part of it.
I've written about all sorts of topics before on my own space, but time and tides have basically pushed me in the direction of writing about pop culture, personal quirks and irritations, and a modest amount of my modest photography. Today I join the Resurrection Song team to meet new voices to hear from, and new faces to share my opinions with on matters of politics, ranging from cultural issues and public policy all through such lofty subjects like root political philosophy—at least that much that I can grasp. Though I am a self-described "libertarian conservative" I doubt I fit any sort of mold, just like everyone else in this complex world we live in.
I never thought that I would say this but blogging, for all the rugged individualism involved in expressing oneself, naturally gravitates towards forming communities. Yes, I will admit: I never thought I would be part of a group blog, but I've come to realize that it's all part of growing up.
Earlier Remy Logan wrote about Terri Schiavo and a matter of "dying with dignity." While I won't digress into the whole issue of a dignified death—a phrase I think has evolved into a euphemism for "giving up", for one—I'd like to take a little bit of time to remind everyone that the issue here is not whether she should live or not, nor is it a question of whose hands her continued care falls into. It's a question of who serves as the legal next of kin, the guardian, of her life. Until his competence as a guardian is completely and fully impeached, his decisions as her steward stand legally.
Marital guardianship—stewardship, if you will—is one of those "higher principles" that is being tested by the Terri Schiavo case. De Doc puts it quite well:
Difficult, and painful to come to terms with. A case of life imitating art? Maybe, but let us remember that mercy of for Terri Schiavo must not be administered at the cost of legal anarchy.
Expression Engine is a pretty cool weblog backend. No intentions of switching over to EE, but I won't withold credit where it's due. Here's a small tip to the rest of the team: the URL Title field can be edited, especially on posts with long titles, so that the title-based permalinks don't get too cumbersome.
How is starving someone (Terri Schiavo) to death a “a peaceful death with dignity” ?
The answer is simple. It’s not. I find it sad that there are many in this world who would rather let an heinous, evil murderer go free than let him die a painless death by injection, but gleefully enjoy the prospect of watching an innocent woman die by starving to death.
Evidently, starving to death is a walk in the park.
New Authors. New Engine. Same Zomby.
Welcome to the New and (Hopefully) Improved ResurrectionSong. Riding on Expression Engine, I’m hoping that comment and trackback spam are a thing of the past.
If you long to look at the old post and the old sites, for now, just use the “Really Old Posts” link on the right side navigation. That will take you to the front page of the old site where you fill find that everything except the comments and trackbacks still work. You’ll also find Steve Green as a Playgirl cover model, so beware.
There are four new members of the team. All of them are familiar faces to long-time readers and all of them will add a new flavor to the site. So I welcome Jerry, Don O, Remy, Jo, Jay, and Craig (one of the guys who helped make ResurrectionSong successful in the first place) as my co-bloggers--and I look forward to reading them in the coming months.
There are still bugs to sort out between the two blogging engines, so please forgive any bumpy moments. Between a full time job, bloggiing for your pleasure, freelance work, and the new company, it sometimes takes a bit to get to the smaller things.
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