Briefly Mused Upon

This is my greatest memory as a Washington Capitals fan. Now, we can see if Coach Dale Hunter can change the direction of a talented team that has gone off-kilter. We shall see.

Steve Jobs 1955-2011

This might have been the highlight of my recently completed trip to Chicago for the Society of American Archivists conference. Taken at the Art Institute of Chicago and a reminder that you too can have ladders for your shelving that looks kind of awesome.

The vacant ice looked tired, though it shouldn't have. They told him it had been put down only a few minutes ago following a basketball game, and after the hockey match it would be taken up again to make room for something else. But it looked not expectant but resigned, like the mirror simulating ice in the Christmas store window, not before the miniature fir trees and reindeer and cosy lamplit cottage were arranged upon it, but after they had been dismantled and cleared away.

Then it was filled with motion, speed. To the innocent, who had never seen it before, it seemed discorded and inconsequent, bizarre and paradoxical like the frantic darting of the weightless bugs which run on the surface of stagnant pools. Then it would break, coalesce through a kind of kaleidoscopic whirl like a child's toy, into a pattern, a design almost beautiful, as if an inspired choreographer had drilled a willing and patient and hard-working troupe of dancers—a pattern, design which was trying to tell him something, say something to him urgent and important and true in that second before, already bulging with the motion and the speed, it began to disintegrate and dissolve.

Then he learned to find the puck and follow it. Then the individual players would emerge. They would not emerge like the sweating barehanded behemoths from the troglodyte mass of football, but instead as fluid and fast and effortless as rapier thrusts or lightning—Richard with something of the passionate glittering fatal alien quality of snakes, Geoffrion like an agile ruthless precocious boy who maybe couldn't do anything else but then he didn't need to; and others—the veteran Laprade, still with the know-how and the grace. But he had time too now, or rather time had him, and what remained was no longer expendable that recklessly, heedlessly, successfully; not enough of it left now to buy fresh passion and fresh triumph with.

From the January 24, 1955 issue of Sports Illustrated.

Progressives should talk about bringing the nation back to full employment and healthy growth — and how this requires an adequately funded government to play a major role.

I could not agree more with Pulitzer Prize winner Eugene Robinson as he gets to the crux of the current political/economic debate. Well said.

President Obama ended his recent European visit with a stop in Poland. As is custom, Polish Prime Minster Donald Tusk gave Obama some gifts, including this swanky iPad2. So the Obama presidential library will eventually host some "masterful Polish movies" and a "hot video game." Sounds like fun to me!

I'd respect their points of view a bit more.