"We are not going to blink on this one. The President is not going to buckle to the threat of subpoenas."
-Senior White House Official in regard to subpoenas of Miers and Rove
"Bush said his White House counsel, Fred Fielding, told lawmakers they could interview presidential counselor Karl Rove, former White House Counsel Harriet Miers and their deputies _ but only on the president's terms: in private, "without the need for an oath" and without a transcript.
The president cast the offer as virtually unprecedented and a reasonable way for Congress to get all the information it needs about the matter.
"If the Democrats truly do want to move forward and find the right information, they ought to accept what I proposed," Bush said. "If scoring political points is the desire, then the rejection of this reasonable proposal will really be evident for the American people to see.""
"Bush said he worried that allowing testimony under oath would set a precedent on the separation of powers that would harm the presidency as an institution."
You asshats. It's called checks and balances. What good is a testimony if its not under oath and it's not a matter of public record? Harm the presidency? Nice try king asshat. It would only harm your six year autocracy. Y'all need to go back to Ridgemont High and have a tete a tete with Mr. Hand.
After dinner I turned on the tele to see that there was a documentary set in Queensland, perfect timing for my impending trip to Australia. So it came to pass that met Irukandji. No, it's not the name of a new Wii game, it's a jellyfish that I learned about tonight on Animal Planet that I hope to avoid while I'm snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef.
This small jelly is part of the venomous box jellyfish family. The head is about the size of a fingernail, they have only four tentacles, and are more venomous than their larger cousins by many fold. If that weren't enough, unlike most jellies the head of this one is covered in stingers also. The initial sting burns and its tolerable, but anywhere from 5-45 mins later you can develop Irukandji syndrome, which is basically inexplicable pain that even the highest doses of morphine can't combat and spikes in blood pressure. Two scientists in the documentary got stung and they showed them in hospital later, writhing in pain, and speaking of wanting to tear their skin off. A week later they were in the ocean back to their research. Dedicated, no?
One tourist died from what they expect was an Irukandji sting but he was taking blood thinning medication at the time. They had his wife on the documentary and she was crying, asking, "Why would such a small thing be so dangerous?" And people wonder why evolution needs to be taught?
If you were the size of a thumbnail with nothing but four arms, living in the ocean you would need to be pretty damn good at getting food or else your species is doomed. Because this jelly is so small it needs to kill prey almost immediately if its going to eat. I'm sure millions of years ago previous versions of this species failed because their venom was too weak, but one survived. Ironically enough they are difficult to study in the lab because they are so fragile. Irukandji need to be kept in special tanks with currents to keep them away from the glass or they'll "shatter."
Before seeing this documentary I wasn't too worried about jellies because I had read that they mostly hang out around the coasts, but Irukandji is in the deep waters of the reef but is said to be rare. Additionally before this I wasn't sure why our reef tour suggested wearing wet suits and wasn't too thrilled about wearing one, now I'm all the wiser. I look at it this way. If I get stung I get to try morphine and I will come face to face with the product of millions of years of evolutionary fine tuning, some true shock and awe. So primitive, so small, but so efficient. Amazing. I bow to you, Irukandji.
Went to Forth Worth. Took lots of pictures, here are some of my favorites:
I am abhorred and attracted to this painting at the same time. Its one of my favorites at The Modern Art Museum in Ft. Worth.
Every time I go to the Modern I'm reminded why it's my favorite building ever.
Lunch in Ft. Worth.
I was convinced this bull's name was Arianna, but then it was pointed out to me that Arianna was the name of the baby that the parents were trying to get to look at the camera while she was on it. Sigh, I still think its a great name for a bull.
The plants in the back survived the handful of freezes quite well. It needs some work but there's a good foundation of plants to work with and once we fill in the spaces it'll be ready for the summer sun to fry it all down to a brown nub. When zoomed in close I think everything looks great.
Birth of a fern.
This tiny little spider had a red mark on his abdomen, not a black widow, any guesses anyone? He was particularly difficult to capture because of his size and he wouldn't sit still but I got this shot of him.
I went out after work to get a camera case for my new camera. The evening was so nice that I decided to try my hat at some nighttime photography and experiment once again with the manual mode. I chose as my perch the closest freeway overpass on the north side of downtown Dallas. Pardon the quality, I didn't have my tripod with me so if you zoom in the photo of downtown has shake.
This one was taken in auto mode on the way to the store earlier in the evening from the drivers seat of my car to the car in front of me.
Its occurred to me that my reaction to Keillor's ramblings were similar to my reaction to A Modest Proposal when I read it in high school. Most satire is misunderstood. It took a while for Swift's point to sink in but eventually I got it.
I get what Keillor is saying, but I think his timing is way off. Also, unlike Swift, Keillor's exaggeration of how gay marriage and parents are perceived wasn't far enough from the truth, so it stung. Maybe two hundred seventy eight years from now we can have a good laugh at this.
Here's an excerpt from Keillor's latest article on Salon. I used to like him, now he's in the shit pile with Ann Coulter.
"And now gay marriage will produce a whole new string of hyphenated relatives. In addition to the ex-stepson and ex-in-laws and your wife’s first husband’s second wife, there now will be Bruce and Kevin’s in-laws and Bruce’s ex, Mark, and Mark’s current partner, and I suppose we’ll get used to it.
The country has come to accept stereotypical gay men—sardonic fellows with fussy hair who live in over-decorated apartments with a striped sofa and a small weird dog and who worship campy performers and go in for flamboyance now and then themselves. If they want to be accepted as couples and daddies, however, the flamboyance may have to be brought under control. Parents are supposed to stand in back and not wear chartreuse pants and black polka-dot shirts. That’s for the kids. It’s their show."
Go fuck yourself on the prairie with all the other fuckers who think they know what's best for the rest of us, asshole.
I turned my camcorder into a new photo camera and I am quite pleased. Last night I took my first purely manual photograph, adjusting the exposure, f-stop, and all that jazzy stuff. Here is the result scaled down from its 10 Megapixel glory.
If the weather promises to be as good as they say I'll have more interesting things to share later in the week.