Merry Christmas!

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I’m a little delayed in wishing you a Merry Christmas—and I forgot to post my annual “Twas the Bloggers’ Night Before Christmas” on Christmas Eve—because I’ve been traveling.

Yes, I finally managed to procure a flight yesterday, and arrived at my West Coast destination late last night. I’ve traveled before on Christmas Eve, and I could not help but notice that this year the volume of people was higher by a factor that was geometric rather than arithmetic.

In other words, it was way crowded. And I was sandwiched between crying babies every step of the way. I have a tolerance for the parents of crying babies—I was one myself not too long ago (a parent of crying baby that is, not a crying baby itself) and I know how hard it can be. But still, after the sixth hour or so it can set one’s teeth on edge.

However, I’m happy to have managed to get a flight at all, and most especially happy to have arrived.

And happy to wish you all a most happy holiday[s]—Christmas and Chanuka being celebrated together this year.

Let’s talk Iran out of nuclear weapons…

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…says Richard Haass, President of the Council on Foreign Relations. Sure, why not?

Actually, Haass’s article is not really as insane as it may sound. His rather half-hearted and even desperate argument goes something like this: all the alternatives are bad, so let’s give this one a go. Maybe we can sweeten the deal enough to make it worth Iran’s while to abandon its dogged pursuit of nuclear weapons. But perhaps not.

Not exactly a ringing endorsement. Whether there’s even a chance of such a thing succeeding depends on how rational and well-meaning you think the mullahs of Iran might be. My answer is “not especially.” I believe that at some point the hard choices will need to be made—among those rather poor alternatives Haass outlines in the piece.

But perhaps the most depressing part of the article are the comments. I only read the first few, but they tend towards sympathy for the mullahs, who’ve unfairly been kept out of the nuclear club. Boo hoo.

Not-so amusing amusement parks

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This story about a hundred people being trapped for six hours on the world’s largest ferris wheel doesn’t exactly whet my appetite for one of my least favorite things in life, amusement parks.

I’ve never liked rides of that sort, although I’ve been known to get on a carousel or two, especially when my son was very young. That’s about my speed and height limit for rides, though—very slow, and very low.

My feelings were solidified when, at the age of seven, I failed to successfully negotiate one of those rolling barrel thingees (at Coney Island, to the best of my memory), and had to be rescued by the handsome young guy who tended the ride. He walked in and scooped me up when he heard my muted whimpers of trapped distress.

For those of you happily untroubled by rolling barrel PTSD, here’s a photo of a similar fun-filled amusement. I don’t know the gentleman in the picture; I took the image from this site. But according to the caption (“moments before he fell over”) I see that he didn’t fare much better than I did:

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Not that I haven’t paid my amusement park—and theme park—dues. I’ve spent plenty of my money and my time at Disneyland. And Disney World. And Epcot. But I’ve never been shy about the fact that I don’t like any of them.

And don’t get me started on the earworm caused by the Disney ride that features that terrible, terrible Disney song…..no, on second thought, I won’t even name that tune, lest you catch the bug.

Biden’s Bin Hidin’

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I noticed this too: Joe Biden has been unusually invisible, even for a Vice-President elect.

Usually, Vice Presidents are forgotten after their terms in office. Biden seems to be on track for being forgotten before he even takes office. His profile has been so low it’s underground, and in Biden’s case it doesn’t seem it’s a purposeful behind-the scenes stance, such as Dick Cheney’s was.

Say what you will, like him or hate him, Cheney has been one of the more dominant VPs in history. Biden so far has been one of the more comical, and Obama seems to consider him barely an afterthought. They appear to have contrasting personalities that are markedly at variance, as well.

Although Biden could hardly be compared to Sarah Palin in terms of experience or lack thereof, he’s been kept under wraps post-election in a manner that’s reminiscent of the McCain team’s early handling of the Alaska governor:

Still, being number two in the Obama campaign and then the transition has made the public persona of Washington’s most loquacious, happy-go-lucky politician nearly unrecognizable.

The lack of interviews alone is an about face. Biden was the most frequent guest on the Sunday news shows ”“ in just 10 months, from August 2007 to this past June, he appeared on the shows at least 13 times. His interview with Stephanopoulos will be his first Sunday news show junket since joining the Democratic ticket ”“ and he is only on for half of the hour-long show.

He seems to be stepping out a bit more lately, however. He was criticized by his predecessor Cheney, and Biden dissed Cheney right back. One of the controversies was about the role of the VP; Cheney, not surprisingly, sees it as a more powerful one than Biden does.

I never bought this “Cheney is the power behind the throne and Bush the puppet” routine. But there’s no question that Cheney wielded a much more powerful influence than the usual Vice President. This was partly because of the disparity in experience and age between the two, which reversed the usual hierarchy somewhat.

This, however, is not a given with such a differential—just look at Kennedy and Johnson, for example; no one ever insinuated that Johnson dominated JFK. To the (unknown) extent Cheney was the leader and Bush the follower, it was because Bush deferred to him.

Somehow I don’t see Obama deferring to Joe Biden. I see him marginalizing him. Which is okay with him; I’m not a Biden fan.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice

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Gerard Vanderleun provided the following US weather map yesterday. If you study it, you’ll see it was much colder than usual in the entire country:

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It’s easy to quip that this puts the lie to global warming. It doesn’t quite do that, not yet: weather is weather, and climate change is something that only happens over the long haul. But this map sure is mighty suspicious—as is the cold weather we’ve been having for quite some time now.

Me being me, it also puts me in mind of Frost. The poet, that is, not the icy stuff—although I’ve been thinking about that, too:

FIRE AND ICE

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

A seemingly simple poem, almost on the order of “Roses are red/Violets are blue,” “Fire and Ice” is another of those verses I was required to memorize in junior high school. But it’s a gift that keeps on giving; the poem is complex as only Frost’s “simplicity” can be.

Fire and ice, take your pick. The common denominator in the poem is destruction—and intensity. And this in turn puts me in mind of an old Twilight Zone episode—what else? You know, the one in which the world is coming to an end because the earth is unaccountably and mysteriously moving too close to the sun, causing even the paint on the artist’s canvas to melt.

It was entitled “The Midnight Sun,” and featured a lot of realistic-looking sweating, the aforementioned painting that oozed (that’s the visual I remember best), and a thermometer that climbed to 140 degrees and then broke. In November, 1961, when it first aired, this was all plenty scary.

Being the Twilight Zone, of course the story had a twist. The main character, a female artist, turned out to only have been dreaming. She had a fever. You see her in bed at the end, and it’s snowing outside. The sense of relief the viewer feels is palpable. Ah, snow! Cold! Deliverance!

And then, and then—you learn that although she’s been dreaming, the “fire and ice” connection is there; it’s only the details that were wrong. The world is coming to an end, the earth has changed it’s orbit—but it’s veering too far away from the sun, not too near. Humans are freezing to death.

Feeling deflated? You ain’t seen nothing yet

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We don’t want to experience runaway inflation. But beware its opposite, deflation, which now threatens (see also this).

What’s so bad about lowered prices? Plenty, at least potentially. Too broad a decline can lead to lessened salaries that then become inadequate to meet fixed costs such as mortgages. Another danger is a rise in unemployment, as businesses lay off workers to cut costs.

Is this just a case of the NY Times being its usual scaremonger (or deflated, if you prefer) self? If so, it’s certainly not alone; Google “deflation” and you’ll get a host of worrisome stories from around the world. Here’s a Canadian sample:

Deflation is a problem Canadian policy-makers haven’t had to face in decades.

“I think it’s an economist’s, a central banker’s, just about anybody’s worst nightmare,” said Craig Wright, the Royal Bank’s chief economist.” True deflation – a general, sustained decline in prices – comes about alongside a very ugly economic environment.”

Like most of you, I’m greatly enjoying the lowered gas prices. If the decline is limited to that sector, that’s not so much of a problem. But watch out for falling prices across the board.

And this development is certainly not a good sign.

No room at the inn—or on the airplane?

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Is anyone else trying to travel over the holidays? Anyone else having trouble?

My already-rescheduled flight, due to leave this evening, was unceremoniously (and unapologetically) canceled last night by the airline, which informed me via a terse email with the eye-catching title: “your canceled flight.”

I know there are much worse things; this is an the nature of an inconvenience. But we have grown used to (and fond of) the conveniences of modern life, including the ability to magically cross the country in a single evening while nodding to the rhythm of our ipods or gazing at mini-TVs with glazed eyes . In fact, we rely on it, to visit far-flung friends and loved ones. But this particular cancellation was especially difficult because (a) weather in both places was supposed to be fine at the time of the flight, and (b) alternatives have dwindled down to a precious few, if that.

Yes, everyone’s in pretty much the same boat—or bus, or train, or plane—or not, as the case may be. The weather has been extraordinarily harsh in so many areas of the country that travel is affected even in cities that should be clear. In the case of my erstwhile flight, the problem appeared to be a crew and a plane that could not be gotten from point A to point B in time for the flight and in accordance with regulations.

Ordinarily this would not be a problem; a person could just go the next day. But I have never seen so few available flights as now. And the ones that are have prices that sound almost funny: two thousand dollars to get from coast to coast, making three stops along the way, and on Christmas Day? Sure, why not—sounds like a bargain.

Actually, now that I’ve vented sufficiently, I will say that yesterday evening I managed to find an alternative far more reasonable, although it does involve the now-obligatory stop and plane change. Hopefully, the weather will cooperate.

So this Christmas season, may everyone’s travel plans go without a hitch. May you get all the presents you want—and also that most special present of all, the presence of those you love.

Here’s to the full length down jacket

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It has been so cold, snowy, and blustery these last couple of days that I’ve resorted to wearing a garment I only reserve for the most trying of times, weatherwise: my full-length down coat, a Michelin-like affair that encases me in puffiness from neck to knees, and it makes it harder to get into the car and out again.

But oh, is that thing warm and toasty. Everyone in northern climes should have one. Fashion? What’s that?

A beverage breakthrough for neo-neocon

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Congratulate me, folks. Even though I’m basically a party-pooper nondrinker, I have finally found a wine I like.

It’s called “Malbec” and is primarily from Argentina:

In France it is generally a grape used for blending, with very little vine being devoted to its improvement or success. The story in Argentina is quite the opposite. Malbec has found renewed acclaim and initial glory in the sun-drenched climate of Argentina. This is Argentina’s signature grape and it is quickly making a new name for itself with red wine lovers….Malbec is typically a medium to full-bodied red wine. Ripe fruit flavors of plums and blackberry give it a jammy characteristic. The tannins are typically a bit tight and the earthy, wood-like appeal makes for a fairly rustic wine.

Well, I guess I like my wines rustic, earth, and jammy. Who knew?

Blah blah blah says Blago

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As you probably know, Illinois governor Blagojevich made a speech yesterday in which he conceded nothing and stated his intention to fight “until I take my last breath.”

He also quoted that useful old chestnut, Kipling’s “If.” He says the forces arrayed against him are a “lynch mob,” even though it seems Blagojevich himself handed them the rope, as well as the scaffold from which he could be hung.

How is it that he can continue to proclaim his innocence with a straight face? Well, it’s true that, because the sting ended early, he never actually was able to sell Obama’s seat to the highest bidder.

Never underestimate the power of denial, egotism, and narcissism, as well. And, in a rare but interesting career path for a politician, it turns out the Blogajevich is also a former boxer. Well, the fighter still remains.