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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381</id><updated>2007-10-14T11:31:14.734-07:00</updated><title type="text">I'm a Little Teapot</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ImALittleTeapot" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-7895559768979364037</id><published>2007-09-28T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:19:43.726-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="documentary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="film history" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ken Burns" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="World War II" /><title type="text">Ken Burns, Liar</title><summary type="text">The War is a documentary film, but one that reminds me not so much of a brilliant scholarly work, a single-volume history, a collection of primary material artfully organized, or even a popularized retelling of a story so much as a clips show. There's nothing about the story that hasn't been done better elsewhere, and possibly even more economically if you cut out all the commercials on the </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2007/09/ken-burns-liar.html" title="Ken Burns, Liar" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=7895559768979364037" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7895559768979364037/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7895559768979364037" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/7895559768979364037" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-6476741320773118348</id><published>2007-09-17T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:30:03.134-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="novelists" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="James Garfield" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the Guilded Age" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medicine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="biography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bureaucracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ralph Ellison" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="academia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="film history" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="John Nance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science fiction" /><title type="text">Angry Dead White Men</title><summary type="text">





Oh the bemusing juxtapositions one gets when one's reading list is selected by a three-year old semi-randomly based on the cover. A few weeks ago my little Oprah picked out James A. Garfield by Ira Rutkow ("Look, Daddy, it's Abraham Lincoln!" -- he recognized Garfield from the 'Presidents of the United States' place mat but couldn't quite place him), Orbit by John Nance ("Hey Daddy, it's </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2007/09/angry-dead-white-men.html" title="Angry Dead White Men" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=6476741320773118348" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/6476741320773118348/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6476741320773118348" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/6476741320773118348" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-5080923796688653267</id><published>2007-08-06T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:11:12.550-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jonathan Lethem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kangaroos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book reviews" /><title type="text">You Don't Love Me Yet</title><summary type="text">Jonathan Lethem, 2006

Two things:

OK, here's how it goes. Fiction itself is probably 10,000 years old, since the first story embellishment took place around a hunting campfire. Written verse is half that old, and the novel is only a couple of hundred years old and may or may not itself be dying out (pity the poor best-selling poets of yore). Music follows a somewhat parallel history, with </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-dont-love-me-yet.html" title="&lt;i&gt;You Don't Love Me Yet&lt;/i&gt;" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=5080923796688653267" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/5080923796688653267/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5080923796688653267" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/5080923796688653267" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-4359777512704222311</id><published>2007-06-08T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T20:10:00.440-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="psychiatry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Sopranos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="film history" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="psychology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television" /><title type="text">The End of the End of The Sopranos</title><summary type="text">So, in full disclosure mode, I'm not much of a Sopranos fan in that I've only seen season 1 and parts of season 2, thanks to the spottiness of "free HBO weekends" on my satellite provider and a general ennui with television phenomena. While I can't say as I was a bowled over as most TV critics apparently are/were by the saga, I have enjoyed the show when I've seen it largely for its </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-end-of-sopranos.html" title="The End of the End of &lt;i&gt;The Sopranos&lt;/i&gt;" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=4359777512704222311" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4359777512704222311/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4359777512704222311" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/4359777512704222311" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-8582698534161465522</id><published>2007-05-03T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:03:11.249-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="climate change" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="liberalism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kim stanley robinson" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science fiction" /><title type="text">The Chorus vs. The Echo Chamber</title><summary type="text">Forty Signs of Rain
Fifty Degrees Below
Sixty Days and Counting
The Years of Rice and Salt
Kim Stanley Robinson

I've recently finished the 40-50-60 trilogy from Kim Stanley Robinson with the kind of reluctant anticipation of one who was given a paperback of the first book without foreknowledge that it was part of a set. In the particular instance, the three books are very much on the installment</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2007/05/chorus-vs-echo-chamber.html" title="The Chorus vs. The Echo Chamber" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=8582698534161465522" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/8582698534161465522/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8582698534161465522" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/8582698534161465522" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-3766012197624120445</id><published>2007-03-28T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:38:19.174-07:00</updated><title type="text">A Brief History of The Brief History of the Dead</title><summary type="text">The Brief History of the Dead by Kevin Brockmeier (2005)

A vague third-hand understanding of various ancestor-worshipping cultures' understanding of the idea that there are two levels of the after-life, one where we go as long as somebody on earth remembers us and which resembles this world, the other completely unknown.
An even vaguer understanding of the paradoxes of modern scientific </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2007/03/brief-history-of-brief-history-of-dead.html" title="A Brief History of &lt;i&gt;The Brief History of the Dead&lt;/i&gt;" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=3766012197624120445" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/3766012197624120445/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3766012197624120445" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/3766012197624120445" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-8763960388236859184</id><published>2007-03-09T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:19:47.409-08:00</updated><title type="text">Selling the Iraq War, the Jingle</title><summary type="text">If it says Libby, Libby, Libby
On the libel, libel, libel
You can swear it, swear it, swear it
On your Bible, Bible, Bible
Cause Karl wanted to sell the
War on Babel, Babel, Babel
Although double you em dees were
never on the table, table, table
And that Rove now laughs his ass at
the jokey, jokey, jokey
That it's Libby, Libby, Libby,
In the pokey, pokey, pokey
That's why Libby, Libby, Libby
Made</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2007/03/selling-iraq-war-jingle.html" title="Selling the Iraq War, the Jingle" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=8763960388236859184" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/8763960388236859184/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8763960388236859184" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/8763960388236859184" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-7645752679627853688</id><published>2007-03-06T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T16:50:11.577-08:00</updated><title type="text">Now That's Treason!</title><summary type="text">Patriotic Treason: John Brown and the Soul of America, by Evan Carton (2006)

I confess that, prior to reading this book, I had the popular image of John Brown in my mind of a half-crazed religious zealot who had the right cause (the abolition of slavery) and the wrong technique (half-cocked schemes of violent revolution starting with a raid on Harper's Ferry's federal armory to arm the thousands</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-thats-treason.html" title="Now &lt;i&gt;That's&lt;/i&gt; Treason!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=7645752679627853688" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/7645752679627853688/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7645752679627853688" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/7645752679627853688" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-4553720399303438292</id><published>2007-02-18T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:29:02.199-08:00</updated><title type="text">My Country, Wrong or Wronger</title><summary type="text">Stephen Decatur: American Naval Hero, 1779-1820, by Robert J. Allison

Among the spate of recent Decatur biographies, this volume stands out. Decatur's biography is swashbuckling stuff, to be sure, easy on the merit of the facts to make into a compelling story. But intricately, often subtly, woven into this book is the story of America moving from revolution to a budding empire, from underdog </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-country-wrong-or-wronger.html" title="My Country, Wrong or Wronger" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=4553720399303438292" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/4553720399303438292/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4553720399303438292" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/4553720399303438292" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-116423360016773851</id><published>2006-11-22T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:00:37.226-08:00</updated><title type="text">Final Report of the Teapot Commission</title><summary type="text">
November 22nd. I have resurrected an old posting from my pre-blog-days website, originally done in November 1999.


Final Report of the Teapot Commission

Like most Americans, I'm readily willing to believe the worst, even beyond -- heck, well beyond -- when evidence strongly suggests otherwise. And similarly, I'm especially ready to believe the evidence of my own eyes, however inexpertly </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2006/11/final-report-of-teapot-commission.html" title="Final Report of the Teapot Commission" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=116423360016773851" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/116423360016773851/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/116423360016773851" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/116423360016773851" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-116387717330958134</id><published>2006-11-18T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:14:22.350-08:00</updated><title type="text">Wuss Rock</title><summary type="text">
The Dead Schembechlers (Bo Biafra, Bo Vicious, Bo Thunders, and Bo Scabies -- hey, wait a minute, Jello and Rat aren't dead!) have decided to break up just because the object of their derision, Bo Schembechler, has actually died.

The whole reason the name "Dead Kennedys" was a shocker in the late 70s was, well, because it was kind of offensive and insensitive, most especially to the progressive</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2006/11/wuss-rock.html" title="Wuss Rock" /><link rel="related" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=26176291" title="Wuss Rock" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=116387717330958134" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/116387717330958134/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/116387717330958134" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/116387717330958134" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-116206162360174223</id><published>2006-10-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T17:05:15.706-07:00</updated><title type="text">Deathbed Conversion</title><summary type="text">Another in our occasional series of verbatim items from America's  fifth column fourth estate:

Former MLB Pitcher Joe Niekro dies
by Fred Goodall, Associated Press

TAMPA, FLA. -- Former major league pitcher Joe Niekro, Houston's career victory leader, died Friday, Astros president Tal Smith said. He was 61.

The two-time 20-game winner suffered a brain aneurysm Thursday and was taken to South </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2006/10/deathbed-conversion.html" title="Deathbed Conversion" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=116206162360174223" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/116206162360174223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/116206162360174223" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/116206162360174223" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-116094765638142330</id><published>2006-10-15T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:39:50.876-07:00</updated><title type="text">We Jam Econo: The Story of the Minutemen (2005)</title><summary type="text">It's difficult to know what to say about this well-made, honest, and truly documentary film.

On the one hand, as a fan of the band I'm grateful to have such a nice retelling of their story, crisply paced, and full of details I'd never heard.

On the other hand, I found myself at the end of it rather sad and swimming in nostalgia, and there's something so creepily unpunkrock about that, I'm not </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-jam-econo-story-of-minutemen-2005.html" title="&lt;i&gt;We Jam Econo: The Story of the Minutemen&lt;/i&gt; (2005)" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=116094765638142330" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/116094765638142330/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/116094765638142330" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/116094765638142330" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-115821735061540090</id><published>2006-09-13T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:02:30.633-07:00</updated><title type="text">How Was Your Day?</title><summary type="text">I had a weird day about a month ago. I was driving to a meeting of a volunteer group that meets in a town about 40 minutes away. The way there is pretty rural, lots of cow and lettuce townlets and fields. I pass through this apparently deserted intersection, and all of a sudden -- as if via a cue in a movie -- there's a traffic jam, dozens of big rig trucks and cars converging on this set of </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-was-your-day.html" title="How Was Your Day?" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=115821735061540090" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/115821735061540090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/115821735061540090" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/115821735061540090" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-115032508047178967</id><published>2006-06-14T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:00:08.560-07:00</updated><title type="text">Trial by Jurors</title><summary type="text">I got called for jury duty a couple of months ago. 

This was the 11th or 12th time I've been called for jury duty. My wife, who's shared addresses, voter registration, motor vehicle licensing, and just about every other form of public record with me for the past 20 years has been summoned exactly twice. I've had to go down to a court house on all but one of those 11 (or 12) occasions; both times</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2006/06/trial-by-jurors.html" title="Trial by Jurors" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=115032508047178967" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/115032508047178967/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/115032508047178967" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/115032508047178967" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-114773663222723155</id><published>2006-05-15T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:20:38.203-07:00</updated><title type="text">Eyes on the Prize: Springsteen Meets Seeger in Throwdown Match</title><summary type="text">Guthrie, Dylan Both Spin Round and Round in their Graves, Toes a Tapping
I once had a conversation with Dick Dale after he'd played a gig -- around when he was a mere pup of sixty years or so -- where he explained Rock and Roll music to me. "Rock and roll is all about fucking," he opined. "The only reason to become a rock musician is to get laid. I know it worked for me." I think this was right </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2006/05/eyes-on-prize-springsteen-meets-seeger.html" title="Eyes on the Prize:&lt;br&gt; Springsteen Meets Seeger in Throwdown Match" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=114773663222723155" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/114773663222723155/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/114773663222723155" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/114773663222723155" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-114687255028956235</id><published>2006-05-05T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:43:18.280-07:00</updated><title type="text">Right Hand Interviews Left</title><summary type="text">From two articles, both in today's Monterey County Herald, both starting on page 1.

Lawyer James Michael Dead at 78
by Virginia Hennessy, Herald Salinas Bureau
Monterey County lawyers and judges are mourning the passing of attorney James Michael, a "legend" in the local criminal justice system.

Mr. Michael, who died Monday at the age of 78, was remembered Thursday as a mentor with a wry sense </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2006/05/right-hand-interviews-left.html" title="Right Hand Interviews Left" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=114687255028956235" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/114687255028956235/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/114687255028956235" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/114687255028956235" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-114102457957861322</id><published>2006-02-26T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:57:00.106-08:00</updated><title type="text">Lost in Time (Buffalo Soldiers, 2001)</title><summary type="text">One hilarious bit of trivia about the movie Buffalo Soldiers: the title in Germany was Buffalo Soldiers, Army Go Home! That, of course, is the spin they put on a movie essentially released in 2004, though made in 2000 and slated for original release in 2001, because that's the sentiment that's being reflected in the current era of unilateralism. You wouldn't think we'd won the cold war in a good </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost-in-time-buffalo-soldiers-2001.html" title="Lost in Time (&lt;i&gt;Buffalo Soldiers&lt;/i&gt;, 2001)" /><link rel="related" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0252299/" title="Lost in Time (&lt;i&gt;Buffalo Soldiers&lt;/i&gt;, 2001)" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=114102457957861322" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/114102457957861322/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/114102457957861322" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/114102457957861322" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-113485051543598536</id><published>2005-12-17T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:20:23.390-08:00</updated><title type="text">Tis the Sleazin' of Joy [It's a Wonderful Life(1946)]</title><summary type="text">Some years ago Connie Willis wrote (via a mouthpiece character in a short story in her collection Miracle and Other Christmas Stories) about the undeserved reputation the movie It's a Wonderful Life as embodying the true spirit of Christmas. (I'd quote her at length, but our copy of Miracle was lent out a while back and not yet returned -- how about that for the spirit of Christmas.) She </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-sleazin-of-joy-its-wonderful.html" title="Tis the Sleazin' of Joy [&lt;I&gt;It's a Wonderful Life&lt;/i&gt;(1946)]" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=113485051543598536" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/113485051543598536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/113485051543598536" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/113485051543598536" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-112879611162329284</id><published>2005-10-08T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:11:30.306-07:00</updated><title type="text">Happy Endings for Jack Womack and Jane Eyre</title><summary type="text">I had forgotten what a nearly indescribable pleasure it is to read Jack Womack in tiny increments while falling asleep. There's something about the mix of his language, the arcs of plot, the ambience, the penumbra of softly-floating place and uncertain time that produces excellent dreaming. I mean this will all the respect in the world: a Jack Womack book is one of the best ways to fall asleep. </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-endings-for-jack-womack-and-jane.html" title="Happy Endings for Jack Womack and Jane Eyre" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=112879611162329284" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/112879611162329284/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/112879611162329284" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/112879611162329284" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-112787958706044440</id><published>2005-09-27T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:55:48.026-07:00</updated><title type="text">Karen Hughes to the Rescue</title><summary type="text">Bush Administration to Apply Successful Campaign Tactics to World Diplomacy

News item: CAIRO – Karen Hughes, a folksy Texan and longtime confidante of President Bush, has one of the toughest jobs in the US government: convincing the rest of the world, particularly the Arab world, that US policies are in their best interests.
She started her first week as the State Department's top public </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2005/09/karen-hughes-to-rescue.html" title="Karen Hughes to the Rescue" /><link rel="related" href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/09/27/AR2005092701311.html" title="Karen Hughes to the Rescue" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=112787958706044440" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/112787958706044440/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/112787958706044440" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/112787958706044440" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-112726022008620149</id><published>2005-09-20T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T16:50:20.100-07:00</updated><title type="text">All Pigs Is Equal</title><summary type="text">There's a fairly large proportion of "new" children's books aimed at the under-3 set that are illustrated versions of nursery rhymes or kiddie songs. I strongly suspect this is for a combination of two reasons: first, the story's in the public domain, so there's no tricky creative problem of thinking up an original idea or possibly being sued by another author. One rather thinks that there's a </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-pigs-is-equal.html" title="All Pigs Is Equal" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=112726022008620149" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/112726022008620149/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/112726022008620149" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/112726022008620149" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-112682543516641904</id><published>2005-09-15T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:03:55.173-07:00</updated><title type="text">John Roberts Interviews for Some Other Jobs</title><summary type="text">Been following those scintillating Supreme Court confirmation hearings for the putative Mr. Chief Justice Roberts? Me, neither, not after listening to the pablum drool unctuously and meaninglessly off his lips the first day. I was left wondering how John Roberts would interview for some other jobs....hmmmm....

Interviewer: "Thanks, Mr. Roberts, for coming in to interview for the position of </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2005/09/john-roberts-interviews-for-some-other.html" title="John Roberts Interviews for Some Other Jobs" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=112682543516641904" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/112682543516641904/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/112682543516641904" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/112682543516641904" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-112657460538188803</id><published>2005-09-12T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:30:49.863-07:00</updated><title type="text">Write Your Own Best-Seller!</title><summary type="text">In contemplating how to sell my novel, I had occasion to peruse the New York Times Bestseller list, which in our local paper is rather conveniently located next to the sunday crossword, so when I'm stuck on a clue I can take a break and see what the rest of America is reading.

The thought occurs that when writing a book, the single most-important sentence is the one-sentence tag line that will </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2005/09/write-your-own-best-seller.html" title="Write Your Own Best-Seller!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=112657460538188803" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/112657460538188803/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/112657460538188803" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/112657460538188803" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5883381.post-112612925537371390</id><published>2005-09-07T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:16:38.496-07:00</updated><title type="text">More Great Moments in American Leadership</title><summary type="text">We’re happy to provide exclusive excerpts from the forthcoming book, Great Moments in American Leadership due to be published in October, 2006 by the Heritage Foundation Press. The recommended uses of the book, according to the promotional material provided to booksellers, include as a history text for home-schooling, for re-sale as a fundraiser at Lincoln-Reagan Day dinners, and stacked to </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-great-moments-in-american.html" title="More Great Moments in American Leadership" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5883381&amp;postID=112612925537371390" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/112612925537371390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mattwall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/112612925537371390" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5883381/posts/default/112612925537371390" /><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>
