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Tuesday, March 30, 2004
I'm glad to see some blowback for NPR about the replacement of Bob Edwards:

"The announcement that Mr. Edwards would leave his anchor post, effective April 30, to take on a new assignment as a senior correspondent, and his statements that the move was not his idea, ignited widespread criticism. NPR, based in Washington, has received more than 17,000 calls and e-mail messages from angry listeners, its officials said. A Web site, savebobedwards.com, has generated close to 3,000 signatures."

-- New York Times, NPR Stations Had Pushed for Change

I admit that I sent one of those email messages, though I wasn't all that angry about it.

In fact, my reaction to the news was decidedly tempered by the discovery that NPR Morning Edition is "the No. 1 morning show on radio, with almost 13 million listeners."

Still, I've rather come to like the unhurried gravity of his voice -- though it probably does require my clock radio a couple minutes longer in rousing me from my sleep every morning than if I had the dial set to the local Jeff & Jer morning show. I hope, at the very least, they'll bring him back for those goofy imaginary Thanksgiving dinners they do every year on Thanksgiving.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
It is gratifying to contemplate the economic crumble of Japan, especially when it can be described as a function of their chauvinistic and xenophobic culture. Poetic justice.

This from a friend in Japan:

Xenophobia is here to stay, and this country is fucked. End of debate.

All the money going into China that currently passes through Japan will
be siphoned and rerouted through HK (as much of it is already) which
enjoys a solid, direct pipe into the West with very little cultural
barriers to entry.

The rest of the money to China and Asia goes through Taiwan, which will
either a) get better or b) get worse, meaning more/less money through
HK.

Japan will slip, quietly but inexorably, into irrelevance.

They can only manipulate FX rates as long as their (stupendously huge)
trough of savings is plentiful, but sooner or later (later rather than
sooner) they'll being importing more than they export, and they'll slip
into even more horrendous debt than they have now. Japanese bond ratings
will plummet, the domestic market will be seen as less enticing than,
say a billion Chinese, and that, as they say, will be that.

It won't be a Big Bang, it will be a long, drawn-out whimper, that
started 15 years ago and will continue until at least 2025.

But it'll be fun to watch!

And yeah I experience at least as much discrimination on a daily basis
as a black man in Georgia. Sometimes days go by with no incident, and
then it's a strange look from a dude on a bicycle, a waitress freaking
out until I open my mouth to order in Japanese, a real estate agent's
sign that says "No foreigners"...
Friday, March 19, 2004
Ha! This just made my day:

Where's George? Bill Tracking Report

What's interesting is that, rounding to the nearest day, exactly the same number of days passed between the second entry (mine) and the last one: 276 days! And both the bill and myself ended up in San Diego. Religious.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
In a recent New York Times column, Tom Friedman noted that the Indian software industry got its big break when American corporations needed programmers to weed out Y2K problems in their software code. A continent of English graduate students could be gainfully employed in sifting out the stylistic problems in academic prose.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Prince is looking sharp. But watch out, he could morph into Little Richard at any moment.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Just came across a link to this map on a friend's blog. (It's a friendship that transcends ideology.)

Of all the phony, bogus statistics (though I suppose the same thing could be said of the electoral count -- except that it actually dictates who will be the President of the United States!) It'd be interesting to get the final NCC (neuronal correlate of consciousness) count country-wide.
Tide won't get above 3' during daylight hours for at least the next four days. That kind of sucks.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Skeptics say prove it. I say keep science out of the bedroom, out of government, and out of the treatment of mental disorder!

Defying Psychiatric Wisdom, These Skeptics Say 'Prove It' (New York Times)

Study Finds That Teenage Virginity Pledges Are Rarely Kept (New York Times)
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Dell's treated me pretty shabby lately and I'll never forgive those insolent sacks of crap at Quick & Reilly. But in the end, tragically, Ralph Nader may be the putrid fraud who out-stinks them all. Hendrik Hertzberg drives the point home in this week's New Yorker:

Reckless Driver