April 2007 Archives

"I have long wanted to go into space, and the zero-gravity flight is the first step toward space travel." Physicist Stephen Hawking experiences zero gravity aboard the Vomit Comet. "Hawking said he hoped his flight would provide a boost for commercial spaceflight, in line with his oft-expressed belief that humanity's future depended on moving beyond Earth...'I think that getting a portion of the human race permanently off the planet is imperative for our future as a species. It will be difficult to do this with the slow, expensive and risk-averse nature of government space programs,' Hawking said, working in a veiled reference to NASA. 'We need to engage the entrepreneurial engine that has reduced the cost of everything from airline tickets to personal computers.'" I'm in full agreement...far be it from me to differ with a man as intelligent, knowledgeable, and solid on the mic as Mr. Hawking.

Following up on recent news that Karl Rove's political behavior was being looked into, the WP describes how White House officials gave 20 private political briefings to government agency officials on the 2006 midterms, likely to push them into helping out struggling GOP candidates. "Such coercion is prohibited under a federal law, known as the Hatch Act, meant to insulate virtually all federal workers from partisan politics."

The GOP streams of corruption cross further...Word comes out that congressman-under-fire Rick Renzi (R-AZ), who apparently forgot to mention he received $200,000 from a business partner he helped with a land deal, was pressuring one of the fired US attorneys to tell him how the probe against him was progressing. Moreover, and even more disconcerting, it seems the Gonzales Justice Department may in fact have stalled the Renzi probe in order to help the Arizona congressman get re-elected. Wow. Just when you think you've heard it all...The shadiness just never ends with these people.

Meanwhile, also on the persecuted prosecutors tip, McCain says it's time for Gonzales to go. "I think that out of loyalty to the president that that would probably be the best thing that he could do."

"'How many more suicide bombs must kill American soldiers before this president offers a timeline for our troops to come home?' asked Rep. Patrick J. Murphy (D-Pa.), a freshman Iraq war veteran who lost nine fellow paratroopers this week in one of the deadliest attacks of the war. 'How many more military leaders must declare the war will not be won militarily before this president demands that the Iraqis stand up and fight for their country? How many more terrorists will President Bush's foreign policy breed before he focuses a new strategy, a real strategy? This bill says enough is enough.'" By a vote of 218-208 in the House and 51-46 in the Senate, the Democratic Congress -- living up to their promise in 2006 -- calls for a timetable for withdrawal in Iraq. Dubya has said several times that he'll veto the bill, and is expected to do so in short order.

"Hillary Clinton's presidential campaign was designed and built to be a dreadnought, an all-big-gun battleship that would rule the waves without being dented, slowed or thrown off course. But it has been caught off guard by a submarine named Barack Obama, running silent, running deep -- until he surfaced with a spectacular showing in the first round of fund-raising numbers." TIME's political bureau looks in on the Clinton campaign's likely response to the threat of Obama (which reminds me, the first Democratic debate is tonight, 7pm EST, on MSNBC. [Previews: WP | Newsweek | The State | The Times and Democrat]) "Hillary Clinton is also banking on the grueling schedule of debates, which is 'where she will shine,' says a strategist. 'This will be her strongest point. She knows this stuff inside out.' But her team says she is not yet ready to begin challenging Obama directly on his lack of specificity. That's because going on the attack could further boost her negatives and create an opening for Edwards, who has offered far more detailed plans than she has on issues like health care. 'They are worried about both Obama and Edwards,' says an outside adviser. 'They think if Obama flames out, Edwards rises.'"

"'As expected, after it opened it was elbow to elbow,' the history says. 'The comfort women...had some resistance to selling themselves to men who just yesterday were the enemy, and because of differences in language and race, there were a great deal of apprehensions at first. But they were paid highly, and they gradually came to accept their work peacefully.'" The continuing furor in Asia over Japan's ignominious use of "comfort women" (re: forced prostitution) during WWII reaches America, as it comes to light that occupation Japan created a similar "comfort system" for American GI's in the year after the war (until MacArthur shut it down in the spring of 1946.) "An Associated Press review of historical documents and records shows American authorities permitted the official brothel system to operate despite internal reports that women were being coerced into prostitution. The Americans also had full knowledge by then of Japan's atrocious treatment of women in countries across Asia that it conquered during the war...Although there are suspicions, there is not clear evidence non-Japanese comfort women were imported to Japan as part of the program."

By way of Ted at The Late Adopter, a bunch of 1940's D-listers reminisce about the Depression Decade, VH-1 style, in I Love the '30's. Hey, isn't that one of the Sonic guys? (The married one, not these two.)

"Because of its temperature and relative proximity, this planet will most probably be a very important target of the future space missions dedicated to the search for extraterrestrial life. On the treasure map of the Universe, one would be tempted to mark this planet with an X." The big news today, of course: Astronomers announce the discovery of an earth-like planet, Gliese 581c, at the galactically tiny distance of 120 trillion miles (20.5 light years) away. (For the stargazers, Gliese 581 is a red dwarf "located in the northeastern part of constellation Libra.") Of course, we still don't know if we even have to go that far to find extraterrestrial life -- Europa, Mars, Ganymede, and Callisto all still pose unresolved questions. Nevertheless, it's an exciting moment in our history to discover the first planet far afield that might possibly be inhabited (and inhabitable)...and even more exciting to know that there'll assuredly be many more to come. The stars, our destination!

Ah, I do love me that oversight. On the persecuted prosecutor front, the House Judiciary votes 32-6 to grant Gonzales aide Monica Gooding limited immunity, so that she may testify with impunity about the shady goings-on in Dubya's Justice Department. "'She was apparently involved in crucial discussions over a two-year period with senior White House aides, and with other senior Justice officials, in which the termination list was developed, refined and finalized,' Conyers said." Meanwhile, despite Dubya's reaffirmed support of late, more Republican senators call for Gonzales' ousting, including Norm Coleman (MN), Lamar Alexander (TN), and Susan Collins (ME).

"'This is deja vu all over again,' said Justice Stephen G. Breyer. 'We've heard it.'" The Supreme Court hears oral arguments on McCain-Feingold...again, and word suggests the act's fate may now be in jeopardy with Roberts and Alito on the Court. "Those justices seemed open to a Wisconsin anti-abortion group's challenge of a provision that corporate-funded ads broadcast in the weeks before an election not mention a candidate by name." Update: Slate's Dahlia Lithwick was watching too, and agrees that it doesn't look good for McCain-Feingold, which she labels a "Dead Duck Walking."

You know what the next Batman movie needs? That certain straight-to-video je-ne-sais-quoi...Eric Roberts joins the cast of Chris Nolan's The Dark Knight, as "a Mafia kingpin."

"'We will take the evidence where it leads us. We will not leave any stone unturned.'" Well, Sheryl Crow's the least of his worries now. Based on the fact that several different current investigations seem to point his way, the White House's Office of Special Counsel opens an inquiry into Karl Rove, to ascertain if (and how often) he's violated the Hatch Act. "'This is a big deal,' Paul C. Light, a New York University expert on the executive branch, said of [Special Counsel] Bloch's plan. 'It is a significant moment for the administration and Karl Rove. It speaks to the growing sense that there is a nexus at the White House that explains what's going on in these disparate investigations.'" And, in related news, John Edwards calls for Rove's firing, based on his refusal to testify about the persecuted prosecutors.

No, Mayra Daemon, as in Mayra the Hare, because I'm apparently "modest, humble, spontaneous, inquisitive, and solitary." (Well, they got the solitary part right.) Discover your daemon at the official Golden Compass movie site, which does a decent job of trying to explain the basics of Philip Pullman's world to non-readers. (And, sorry, Mayra m'dear, but I've already got a power animal...no hard feelings.)

"Americans are acutely aware of our problems, and their patience is at an end for politicians who value incumbency over principle, and for partisanship that is less a contest of ideas than an uncivil brawl over the spoils of power. I want my presidency to be an opportunity -- an opportunity to fix what we all know needs to be fixed. I'm running for president of the United States; not yesterday's country; not a defeated country; not a bankrupt country; not a timid and frightened country. I'm running for president of the United States, a blessed country, a proud country, a hopeful country, the most powerful and prosperous country and the greatest force for good on earth. And when I'm president, I intend to keep it so."

With an eye on Giuliani and a nod to Reagan's "Morning in America," John McCain officially announces his candidacy for president. Well, McCain is -- usually -- good on the question of getting money out of politics, which I still consider to be arguably the most important domestic issue in America, and the one that prevents real, pragmatic solutions from occurring on dozens of other issues, from health care to economic policy to alleviating child poverty. But, let's face it: McCain has proven time and time again by this point that his vaunted reputation for independence is a press-driven ruse, and that he'll fall behind the Dubya line when even slightly leaned upon. The line that keeps coming back to mind when I think of the Senator from Arizona, and I've used it before here, is Senator George Norris' description of the equally reputed maverick William Borah: He only "shoots until he sees the whites of their eyes." That seems to be John McCain in a nutshell, and it's been a long time since he's done anything to prove that sentiment wrong.

"If one of them gets elected, it sounds to me like we're going on the defense. We've got a timetable for withdrawal from Iraq. We're going to wave the white flag there. We're going to try to cut back on the Patriot Act. We're going to cut back on electronic surveillance. We're going to cut back on interrogation. We're going to cut back, cut back, cut back, and we'll be back in our pre-September 11 mentality of being on defense." Meanwhile in related news, Rudy Giuliani lapses into aggro fearmonger mode to try to shore up his right-wing cred. That accompanying giant sucking sound you might hear is all of Hizzoner's legitimately-earned but now hopelessly squandered Churchillian cred going right out the window...He seems to have reverted to his true colors much earlier than I anticipated. Said Barack Obama, correctly, of Rudy's pathetic stunt, "[Giuliani has] taken the politics of fear to a new low...We know we can win this war based on shared purpose, not the same divisive politics that question your patriotism if you dare to question failed policies that have made us less secure. The threat we face is real, and deserves better than to be the punchline of another political attack." Touche.

Word comes of yet another Coen brother project in the pipeline: A Serious Man, "a dark comedy in the vein of Fargo." Well, ok then. In my view, that's seriously good news -- One can never have too much Coen.

As I noted a few weeks ago, NBC's Heroes has been a guilty pleasure of mine this past season: It serves up poorly-scripted, wafer-thin, and yet undeniably scrumptious slices of z-grade fanboy cheese every week, and it's close to the only network show I watch these days. (And the "Company Man" episode of a few weeks ago was good television by any reckoning.) That being said, the show's outright plagiarism is getting more and more marked, to the point where I'm fast losing interest. Series creator Tim Kring says he doesn't read any comics, which I find somewhat hard to believe. And there's always going to be some overlap in the superhero genre, just because there's only so many ways you can tell the same sort of story. But Monday's episode not only showed the writers continuing to lift liberally from the famous "Days of Future Past" arc from the Claremont-Byrne years of X-Men, but brazenly ripping off one of the key plot points of the mother of all contemporary graphic novels, Alan Moore's Watchmen. And I don't mean homage or tip-of-the-hat -- I mean straight-up, unabashed, actionable stealing, right down to Linderman's Ozymandian monologue. For shame. Do Kring & co. really think their fanboy/fangirl viewership isn't going to notice?

TiVo time for the political junkies among us: Campaign 2008 begins in earnest this Thursday evening, when the first Democratic debate will take place in Orangeburg, SC. "Thursday's debate will air live on MSNBC from 7 to 8:30 p.m. and stream live on MSNBC.com."

And, in related news, a new Rasmussen poll has Obama now tied with Hillary at 32%, with Edwards coming in at third (17%). "Thirty-three percent (33%) of Likely Voters say they'd definitely vote for Illinois Senator Barack Obama (D). That's the highest total received by any of ten leading Presidential hopefuls included in the poll...Opinions are most solid concerning the frontrunner for the Democratic nomination, New York Senator Hillary Clinton -- 78% have an opinion of whether they'll definitely vote for or against her regardless of who she runs against. That includes 30% who would definitely vote for the former First Lady and 48% who would definitely vote against her."

"'We tried to explain to the folks in Boston early on that it's a little different here,' says Terry Sullivan, a veteran political operative who is running former Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney's presidential campaign in the Palmetto State. 'It's kind of a knife fight.'" Meanwhile, right down the road in my home state, the Republicans already seem to be fighting in the gutter, as Salon's Michael Scherer reports. "'The person who wins the South Carolina primary generally becomes the nominee,' explained South Carolina Sen. Lindsey Graham...'It's a test of a red state. It will be a real test of strength among conservatives in general. So you have to have your best game on.'"

"It's all a stark reminder to voters about why they don't want to turn power back to a Republican Congress that betrayed the public and used their majority for personal financial gain and to reward special interests." The WP speculates on the ramifications of GOP congressional corruption returning to the headlines, as indicated by the recent committee resignations of Reps. Doolittle and Renzi. "'Everybody's kind of a little bit numb,' said Rep. Jack Kingston (R-Ga.). 'There's this, "What else can happen now?" feeling going around here.'"

If you turn twenty in the middle of the woods of New Hampshire, does it make a sound? One hopes...A very happy b-day to my sister Tessa.

Alert the Ministry: The new trailer for David Yates' Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is now online, albeit not in the best format. Looks...ok, although I'd be surprised if it lives up to Newell's Goblet of Fire (or even Cuaron's Prisoner, since Order may have been my least favorite book in the series thus far.) Update: It's now available in Quicktime -- go here instead.

"'He was a remarkable man who saw the need for democratic and economic reform and in defending it played a vital role at a crucial time in Russia's history,' Blair said." Boris Yeltsin, 1931-2007.

"Writing is a way to have a dialogue with yourself. You can never compete with something in the past, in memory. Like some people said, we love what we can't have. In this world, the end becomes the beginning. It's very unfair for anyone around him [Tony] in the present, because they can never compete with his imagination or his memory. We love what we can't have, and we can't have what we love."

Since I spent Friday evening watching In the Mood for Love -- a tale of a romance-that-almost-was, told in furtive hallway glances -- and 2046 -- a broader and more diffuse disquisition on love and heartache -- back-to-back, here's an intriguing 2004 interview with director Wong Kar-Wai on how they fit together: "Mood is a chapter in 2046. It's like 2046 is a big symphony, and Mood is one of its movements." Maybe so, but I'm glad I saw them as I did. At first Tony Leung's Chow in 2046, a dissolute, world-weary rake, seemed eons apart from the quiet, somewhat nervous journalist of ITMFL. But the films are clearly meant to be taken as a piece. From its first images (hole, train) to its last (taxi, hole), 2046 dwells on the corrosive consequences for Chow of ITMFL: The memory of Su (Maggie Cheung), bottled up in the tree, is eating Chow alive...hence, the whole otherwise-non sequitur sci-fi subplot (ITMFL told again, by Chow to himself) involving the indecisive android. (Um, the last few sentences make more sense if you've seen the films, but only slightly.)

Now I really kinda wished I'd watched Days of Being Wild, the first part of Wong's trilogy, before these two. But then again, however sumptuously filmed (these movies are absolutely gorgeous to look at), and however tempered by the presence of several stunningly beautiful actresses (Cheung, Zhang Zi Yi, Gong Li, Faye Wong), there's only so much exquisite melancholy I can take in a given evening. By the end of this extended tale of romance and loss, I had half a mind to just curl up in a ball and drift amid a sea of despond for the rest of the night, lost in the phantom reverie that was both the allure and prison of "2046" in 2046. Even stronger was the urge to light a cigarette and watch the tendrils of smoke slowly writhe and curl through a shaft of light, preferably to the strands of some vintage Nat King Cole. If nothing else, these very worthwhile films suggest, if you're going to ruminate on old heartaches, you might as well look really good doing it.

"'What strikes me now is the degree to which the fairly fiscally irresponsible policies of the last six years have put Democrats in a box,' Mr. Greenstein said. 'They've got these large tax cuts in place, they have even larger fiscal problems in the coming decades and they have large unmet needs right now, such as 45 million uninsured people. Addressing all three of those things will be very difficult.'" The NYT discusses briefly how the 2008 Dems are planning to approach Dubya's tax cuts -- As you might expect, everyone agrees that the giveaways to the tiny percentage of wealthiest Americans, those with incomes over $200,000, will have to stop. "'Yes, we'll have to raise taxes,' Mr. Edwards declared in February in one of the first statements by a Democratic candidate on the issue."

"Skeptics derided JFK, as they now do Obama, as callow and ill-versed in substantive issues. And yet Obama, similar to JFK, manages to inspire people with sex appeal, cerebral cool, and a message of generational change." Rutgers University professor David Greenberg examines the similarities between Senator Obama and President Kennedy, and argues that Obama's team might just be taking a page from the JFK campaign's Catholicism playbook with regard to race in 2008. "Having passed a threshold among most white voters, his race can implicitly encourage them to feel that a vote for Obama is a vote for tolerance, for a future free of the constricting prejudices of the past, and for a sense of hope that Jack Kennedy once evoked."

"'Everybody at the White House...all think he needs to go, but the president doesn't,' said a Republican who consulted the Bush team yesterday. Another White House ally said Bush and Gonzales are ignoring reality: 'They're the only two people on the planet Earth who don't see it.'" True to form, Dubya responds to Alberto Gonzales' flameout on Thursday by declaring he has "full confidence" in the Attorney General and calling his service "fantastic." (Fantastic? Really? Do you mean that in the "fanciful" sense, perhaps?) In light of this bizarre news, Dahlia Lithwick reevaluates Gonzales' testimony, arguing that what came across to us in the reality-based community as evasive, misleading, or just plain stammering seemed to Dubya a solid defense of the unitary executive theory. The really scary thing is, she's probably right.

Move over, Grindhouse, 'cause, lo, here comes the fuzz! (We will say goodbye to flesh and blood.) When Hot Fuzz began by packing no less than five funny cameos of very likable people in its first five minutes, I figured I was in for another good time with the Shaun of the Dead crew. And happily, they didn't disappoint -- this action flick homage-parody by Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg, and Nick Frost is as smart, witty, rousing, and enjoyable as its zombie-laden predecessor. Moreover, unlike Tarantino and Rodriguez's recent foray into film nostalgia (and, for that matter, Team America: World Police, also an action-parody), Hot Fuzz works at both levels -- it's both a clever send-up of action movie tropes and not a half-bad actioner itself (particularly in its last half-hour.) The proceedings here are all frightfully British, of course -- in fact, that's most of the joke. Hot Fuzz is Die Hard in a Wee Country Village, a bunch of quintessentially American Bruckheimerisms cross-bred with quintessentially droll English understatement. But if that wry sense of humor is your cup of tea (as it is mine), the result is probably the goofiest fun you'll have had at a movie theater since Borat.

This time around, Simon Pegg is Sergeant Nicholas Angel, the most accomplished and dedicated peace officer on the London police force. (uh, police department, that is -- the new protocols state you shouldn't say force. Sorry about that.) He's so accomplished, in fact, that he's making everyone else look bad, and thus his superiors ship him off to the remote country idyll of Sandford, which proudly wears the title of the safest village in England. 9-1-1 is a joke in this town, and it soon seems Angel will spend the remainder of his days busting underage drinkers, chasing wayward swans, and fielding dumb questions from his new partner (Nick Frost), a second-generation lousy cop with an inordinate love for Point Break and Bad Boys II. Of course, if you've ever read an Agatha Christie novel, watched an episode of Doctor Who, rented The Prisoner or The Wicker Man, or basically taken in any contemporary tale ever set in a remote English village this side of All Creatures Great and Small, you can guess that things may not be all that they seem. And sure enough, it soon becomes clear that there's a killer loose in this sleepy little haven, and that Sandford may need Angel's finely honed police skills after all... (Particularly given that the town elders include Bond, Belloq, Boss Tweed, Jimmy Price, and the Equalizer, among others, so there are more than a few possible prime suspects to go around.)

A lot of the fun of Hot Fuzz comes not only from its smart writing and satiric edge (some of which I can't discuss without giving away the game, sadly -- but you'll see what I mean) but also from its affectionate spoofing of American action tropes throughout. We have the two partnered cops, of course: the wide-eyed rookie learning the ropes and the grizzled veteran who can't leave the job at home. But Hot Fuzz also features the ubiquitous Tony Scott quick-edits, the not-very-oblique homoerotic male-bonding subtext, the Michael Bay circular pans, the bad detective mustaches, and, of course, the big guns and bigger explosions. (I don't remember a shot through the windshield of Pegg and Frost simultaneously screaming, as per the buddy-movie-standard, but I'm guessing it might have been in there too.) What separates Fuzz from the similarly knowing Planet Terror, a movie that was basically all inside-jokiness, is that this film never seems derisive toward its target, really. It lampoons the genre, sure, but it also delivers as a genre exercise. (As did Shaun, now that I think about it...hopefully Edgar Wright will bring a similar balance and panache to the superhero movie with his forthcoming take on Ant-Man.)

By a vote of 241 to 177, the House votes to give DC a full (voting) seat in Congress. But, Eleanor Holmes Norton shouldn't practice her ayes and nays just yet -- the bill still has to make it through a recalcitrant Senate, where a Republican filibuster is likely, as well as past a White House inclined to veto the bill. Nevertheless, said DC mayor Adrian Fenty, "This was a statement about our country's principles, values and morals. That we would no longer be the only democratic-represented country in the world where the citizens of the nation's capital did not have a vote in the national legislature."

It's a good time to be a Coen fan (but isn't it always?) Not only is their version of Cormac McCarthy's No Country for Old Men in the can (and at Cannes), but casting is filling out for their next project, Burn after Reading. Joining George Clooney in this second flick, his Oceans A-List stablemate Brad Pitt (long attached to a failed Coen project, To the White Sea.)

In case you had technical issues with the international trailer a few weeks back, a very similar domestic trailer for Paul Greengrass's The Bourne Ultimatum (now with David Straithairn in the Chris Cooper role, basically) has been put up at Yahoo. I'll go see it.

"It was handled incompetently. The communication was atrocious. You ought to suffer the consequences that these others have suffered, and I believe that the best way to put this behind us is your resignation." Despite having had weeks to prepare, Attorney General Alberto Gonzales has a terrible, no-good, very bad day on the Hill, one that results in even ultraconservative Tom Coburn (R-OK) demanding his dismissal. [Transcript: I, II, III.] I only got to hear twenty minutes or so of the hearings today (Feingold-Sessions-Schumer) while in a cab heading downtown, and Gonzales sounded absolutely terrible: He was at turns combative, befuddled, and amnesic. And when even a White House shill like Sen. Jeff Sessions (R-AL) is giving you a hard time and telling you "your ability to lead the Department of Justice is in question," it seems pretty clear the jig is just about up.

In the midst of the persecuted prosecutors case, Casino Jack keeps on rollin': Six days after the FBI searched his home in connection with the Abramoff investigation, California Republican John Doolittle steps down from the House Appropriations Committee. "Since 2005, a Justice Department task force has been looking into payments made by Abramoff and other lobbyists to Doolittle's wife and the spouses of other lawmakers...Doolittle also helped steer millions of dollars in military funding to one of the defense contractors tied to the bribery case of former congressman Randy "Duke" Cunningham (R-Calif.)." Update: And another, although this time not Abramoff related: Arizona Republican Rick Renzi leaves the House Intelligence Committee as the result of an ongoing investigation into a 2005 land deal. I'm sensing a pattern.

"The government may use its voice and its regulatory authority to show its profound respect for the life within the woman." In keeping with a tendency to move right incrementally, without necessarily overturning any laws (one that may also pose trouble for the McCain-Feingold act in coming weeks), the Roberts Court upholds a ban against partial-birth abortion 5-4, with Justice Anthony Kennedy the swing vote. (He was joined, of course, by Justices Scalia, Thomas, Roberts, and Alito.) Kennedy's reasoning? According to Slate's always-perceptive Dahlia Lithwick, it was fear of the Inconstant Woman: "Today's holding is a strange reworking of Taming of the Shrew, with Kennedy playing an all-knowing Baptista to a nation of fickle Biancas." For her part, Senator Barbara Boxer sadly summed it up as such: "'It confirms that elections have consequences,'...alluding to Bush's re-election and the seven GOP Senate wins in 2004 which set the stage for the appointment of Roberts and Alito."

With that in mind, all the major candidates for 2008 obviously weighed in on the decision in Gonzales v. Carhart, although everyone pretty much followed to party script, even the ostensibly pro-choice Giuliani. [Clinton | Edwards | Giuliani | McCain | Obama | Richardson | Romney] "Wednesday's ruling raises the stakes for the 2008 presidential election, which is almost certain to pit an abortion-rights Democrat against an anti-abortion Republican." Let's not make the same mistake again, y'all.

I'll grant I have as much morbid curiosity as the next man, probably more, and I'll admit to have found it interesting that -- judging from his ubiquitous Youtube-suicide dump (I'm sure y'all can find it) -- the Virginia Tech killer, Cho Seung Hui, also seems to have recently seen Oldboy (and The Killer.) That being said, I'm with the families of the deceased: It was ridiculously offensive on the part of the press scorps to give this murderous chump his much-desired fifteen minutes, even after death, and to plaster his visage all over every media outlet for 18 hours like a two-bit Travis Bickel. CNN's clearly been trying to rectify by putting the victims on their front page at the moment, but too little, too late. I'm reminded of Sirhan Sirhan's famous quote: "They can gas me, but I am famous. I have achieved in one day what it took Robert Kennedy all his life to do." Please, let's not play into these sick bastards' games anymore. I'm sorry Cho's life turned out to be a sad and pathetic one, but let him just be consigned to the ignominious dustbin of psycho killer history, where he belongs. He was a lonely, depressed, raging, and homicidal young man, who lost any claim to sympathy when he started randomly firing at people -- We're not going to understand him any better by throwing up his obscene posthumous vanity portraits in every nook and cranny of the national culture.

That being said, using Cho less as a poster-child for his own sick revenge fantasies and more as one for sensible gun control laws makes a little more sense to me. Now I understand that real gun control is sadly something of a non-starter in this country, and that mandatory gun safety training, for example, is the type of thing that might pay more dividends over time so long as the second amendment remains interpreted as it is. And naturally, the NRA is already ready to push back on any attempt to tie this awful incident to easy access to weaponry. But it seems abundantly clear: Whether we need a new law or just need to enforce the old ones, people who've already been declared certifiable by a federal judge should have a little harder time procuring two firearms than did Cho. Can we at least agree on that?

Our world has revolved around the sun once more, and just like that, it's time for the NBA playoffs again. As befitting tradition, here's the pretty much always patently useless GitM breakdown:

Detroit Pistons (1) v. Orlando Magic (8): I had Detroit winning it all last year, and I still think when they firing on all cylinders the Pistons are far and away the best team in the East, particularly now with CWebb joining Antonio McDyess as another quality back-up in the paint. They may not have stars along the lines of Shaq and D-Wade (which, sadly, means less love at the free-throw line), but they've got post-up people, they've got outside range, they've got tenacious defenders and they've got savvy veterans. Orlando, meanwhile, has Dwight Howard (young and untested), Grant Hill (aka, sadly, Mr. Glass), and Darko Milicic (who couldn't even break into the Piston's rotation back in the day.) Not much of a match-up here. Detroit has had a tendency to coast until fourth quarters this year, so I'll give Orlando a game. But that's it. Pistons in Five.

Cleveland Cavaliers (2) v. Washington Wizards (7): Alas, the Wizards -- a fun team to watch with a talented and likable superstar in Gilbert Arenas -- are Dead Men Walking. With both Arenas and Caron Butler injured at the moment, Washington just doesn't have the firepower to hang with the Court of King James. As such, this series, which might've been a good test to see if LeBron can shake off his regular-season doldrums, will instead be a walk. If the Cavs are too, um, cavalier, DC might take a game. But I seriously doubt it. Cleveland in Four.

Toronto Raptors (3) v. New Jersey Nets (6): Now, this one's a little tougher. My gut tells me that New Jersey has the veteran experience to win this round against the young, up-and-down, better-ranked Raptors. But, however much I like Jason Kidd, I just can't bring myself to pick Vince "I phone it in" Carter over Toronto, the team he screwed over back in the day. So here's hoping Chris Bosh throws a coming-out party. Toronto in Seven

Miami Heat (4) v. Chicago Bulls (5): Until last night, I might've picked the Bulls to take this, just because Scott Skiles is a take-no-prisoners-coach and the returning champions have looked suspect this entire season, particularly now that Dwyane Wade has a busted shoulder. If former Piston Ben Wallace could keep an aging Shaq even slightly in check, one would think the young, hungry Bulls -- Ben Gordon, Luol Deng, Kirk Hinrich -- might light up this series. But then I saw a flat Chicago team lose the second seed in a must-win game last night against New Jersey, and my opinion changed. In short, the Bulls are basically just a jump-shooting team with no real inside game to speak of. Jump-shooting teams can get hot and win a game or two, but they don't win championships, or even first rounds. (Funny enough, the Bulls could really use Eddy Curry these days, whom they gave to the Knicks for, in essence, several quality draft picks -- But Chicago might still get the last laugh if they pick up Greg Oden or Kevin Durant this summer with our pick. Stay tuned.) Miami in Six.

Dallas Mavericks (1) v. Golden State Warriors (8): With all due respect to Sam Cassell, who's a seriously clutch guy I've always rooted for (well, except in the Knicks-Rockets series back in '94), I'm glad Golden State ended up taking the eight-seed last night over the LA Clippers. With a big, talented backcourt in Baron Davis and Jason Richardson, and with former Mav coach Don Nelson manning the sidelines, the Warriors have a slight chance to make the first round in the West really interesting. Emphasis on slight. From Avery Johnson to Jerry Stackhouse, Dallas is one of my least favorite teams in the league (although, as a digression, I do kinda like Mark Cuban -- he's a good blogger, he's smart and passionate about the game, and, notwithstanding throwing money into the political process and behind social causes, which I'd like to think I'd do more of, he's doing what I'd be doing if I were uber-mega-rich.) That being said, Dallas has too many guns, and is too peeved from last year's loss in the Finals. Dallas in Six.



Phoenix Suns (2) v. Los Angeles Lakers (7): A rematch of last year's 7-game series (where, it should be recalled, Kobe stopped taking shots in the second half of Game 7 as some strange form of protest.) That is, except this year Phoenix, with Amare Stoudamire and former Knick Kurt Thomas back at full health, is better, and Los Angeles, with Lamar Odom ailing, is worse. My inordinate dislike of Kobe is a matter of record around these parts, so I'll waste no more time presuming to be impartial here. Suffice to say, Phoenix in Five.

San Antonio Spurs (3) v. Denver Nuggets (6): What with the ignominious circumstances surrounding his trade to Denver Allan Iverson has had a rotten year. And, I'd like nothing more than to see he, Melo, Nene, Marcus Camby, and K-Mart take the boring San Antonio Spurs to school this year. (Although, give 'em credit, it was interesting to see Tim Duncan's inveterate whining finally send Joey Crawford over the border to Crazytown -- What, you mean NBA refs carry grudges against certain players? Who knew?) But, it's not going to happen, particularly with coach George Karl -- playoff choker par excellence -- still at the helm of the Nugs. I'll be rooting for Denver, but San Antonio in Five



Utah Jazz (4) v. Houston Rockets (5): Riding Carlos Boozer, Mehmet Okur, and a recently flailing Andrei Kirilenko, the Utah Jazz have overperformed all year. Struggling with injuries at various times to both Yao Ming and Tracy McGrady, the Rockets have underperformed. In this series, I expect Houston to even the score. Van Gundy's a great coach, T-Mac is hungry, Yao is due, Houston in Six.

Detroit Pistons (1) v. Miami Heat (4): With Wade hurt and Shaq still dominant but aging in dog years (as all centers ultimately do), I'd be surprised if Miami has the wherewithal to beat the Pistons two years in a row. One hates to bet against the returning champions, but they've been too erratic all year, I think, to get past Detroit, who should be looking to rectify for last season. And, without Riley on the bench, Detroit in Six.

Cleveland Cavaliers (2) v. Toronto Raptors (3): Ideally, Chris Bosh would give LeBron James a run for his money here in the second round, and solidify his burgeoning superstar status for the 2007-08 season. But, even with a slightly suspect supporting cast (Eric Snow?), I expect LeBron will begin to taste the NBA Finals right around now, and show us an upside that's been AWOL for months. Cleveland in Five.

Dallas Mavericks (1) v. Houston Rockets (5): Dallas has been the best team in the league all year, and Nowitzki is a player who not only can get red-hot, but knows how to get his calls when he doesn't. I'd love to see Houston take this series, but I gotta say Dallas in Six.

Phoenix Suns (2) v. San Antonio Spurs (3): This will be the first really marquee match-up of the playoffs, and I'd argue the Suns are still rising. Duncan, Ginobli, and Parker will no doubt make it interesting, but Phoenix ultimately puts too many points on the board. Phoenix in Seven.

EAST FINALS: Detroit Pistons (1) v. Cleveland Cavaliers (2): It makes historic sense -- LeBron has to get past the Bad Boys of Detroit, just as Jordan did back in 1991, to get to the NBA Finals. It won't happen this year, though:The Pistons are too deep and too experienced. Detroit in Six.

WEST FINALS: Dallas Mavericks (1) v. Phoenix Suns (2): The two teams that gave us arguably the best game of the season will also end up choosing between themselves the 2007 champion. Dallas is probably a safer pick, since they've got a better half-court game than the run-and-gun Suns. But, I'm going Phoenix...I like 'em more as a team, and when they're in the groove they can't be stopped.

FINALS: Detroit Pistons (1) v. Phoenix Suns (2): Detroit is a better defensive team, and defense wins championships. But, with Steve Nash, Amare Stoudamire, and Shawn Marion, I'd guess Phoenix has more game-breaking X-factors than do Detroit, and, as noted before, the Pistons have looked sluggish to me this year. So, here's guessing Nash gets a ring to help quell the naysayers about his two-time MVP status. Phoenix in Seven.

Looks good on paper, but that's why the play the games. Let's play ball.

Well, it was another lousy season...as has been the case since, oh, about 2000 now. In the end, this year's 33-49 Knicks only garnered ten more wins than last year's dismal Larry Brown experiment. And, worse, they never lived up to the glimmers of promise at the midterm, going 4-15 after Dolan's woeful decision to extend Isaiah's contract for two years. True, much of that freefall can be attributed to injuries -- Stephon Marbury, Jamal Crawford, Quentin Richardson, and David Lee all went down for a stretch there. And, I will concede, this team does play hard for Isaiah, as they never did for Larry Brown. But, even before the IR filled up, the Knicks were terrible on the defensive end. I can't tell you how many games I watched this year where New York would be down by double digits in the first half thanks to lackadaisical D, make a gritty run in the fourth, and lose by a bucket. (And, for all of Eddy Curry's improvement this year, the big fella still hasn't learned to box out.) As opposed to last year's obvious failure, I guess you could say these Knicks were comfortably mediocre. But, frankly, that's not good enough. If we're ever going to be a playoff contender again, we need to play both ends of the floor. And I'm not sure I see that happening with these players...or this coach.

But, this being sports, hope springs eternal. So...any of y'all other teams want to give up a solid defender for Steve Francis's contract? Anyone? Anyone? We'll throw in Jerome James while we're at it...

"Peter Jackson might be the best filmmaker on the planet right now. But, um, I don't know what's going to happen next for me right now. First and foremost, those are Peter Jackson and Bob Shaye's films. If Peter didn't want to do it, and Bob wanted me to do it -- and they were both ok with me picking up the reins -- that would be great. I love the book. It's maybe a more kid-friendly story than the others." As Spiderman 3 gets its Tokyo premiere, Sam Raimi discusses the possible Hobbit in his future. Well, Raimi isn't a bad choice by any means. But, even despite New Line's bad behavior of late, this should really be PJ's film to make, and anything less will seem a disappointment.

The 2007 Pulitzers are announced: Cormac McCarthy wins the fiction prize for The Road; Lawrence Wright's The Looming Tower: Al Qaeda and the Road to 9/11 takes non-fiction; Gene Roberts and Hank Klibanoff win the history prize for The Race Beat: The Press, the Civil Rights Struggle, and the Awakening of a Nation, and Debby Applegate's biography The Most Famous Man in America: The Biography of Henry Ward Beecher wins in that category. Congrats to all.

"Two and a half years ago, John McCain swallowed his pride and hitched his ambitions to two stars -- George W. Bush and the war in Iraq. Both have since imploded. And so, as his campaign faces the purple dusk of twilight time, the man who might once have been an honorable president slips and slides on the stardust." Based on a recent NYT interview with the Mythical Maverick, Slate's Fred Kaplan argues that John McCain's Straight Talk Express is now effectively dismantled for good.

"How could any pilot shoot a missile into a 2 meter-wide exhaust port, let alone a pilot with no formal training, whose only claim to fame was his ability to 'bullseye womprats' on Tatooine? This shot, according to one pilot, would be 'impossible, even for a computer.' Yet, according to additional evidence, the pilot who allegedly fired the missile turned off his targeting computer when he was supposedly firing the shot that destroyed the Death Star. Why have these discrepancies never been investigated, let alone explained?" By way of Triptych Cryptic, Uncomfortable Questions: Was the Death Star Attack an Inside Job? True, it's not as devastatingly on point as The Onion's recent Bush Refuses to Set Timetable for Withdrawal of Head from White House Banister ("I am going to finish what I set out to accomplish here, no matter how unpopular my decision may be, or how much my head hurts while stuck between these immovable stairway posts.") Still, decently amusing nonetheless...I was sold on it by the pic of Palpatine reading My Pet Bantha.

As closure to the Indy 4 casting rumors posted a few weeks ago: It turns out that Shia La Boeuf is in fact in for Dr. Jones' fourth adventure (as is Cate Blanchett and Ray Winstone, but sadly, no Sallah), likely as the prodigal son. La Boeuf seems like a solid actor, all in all, but as I said before, I've got a bad feeling about this.

In the deadliest act of school violence in American history, at least 33 people lie dead at Virginia Tech after what was presumably a jilted student's bloody shooting rampage."'It is difficult to comprehend senseless violence on this scale,' said Virginia's Governor Timothy M. Kaine in a statement."

And, as details from this story emerge, I've been catching up over at Medley on the recent nightmare befalling blogger Kathy Sierra, who's been the recipient of sexually repugnant death threats as a result of her posting on, of all things, tech issues. (Not to say that posting on anything else would justify the depraved sexist bile thrown her way, but I've sadly come to half-expect that sort of vileness from Freepers, the uglier elements of dKos, and the like.) I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised by the disgusting misogyny pervading this latter incident -- it's sorta like people acting surprised that we've found a racist in our midst in Don Imus, as if bigoted old white guys in positions of power were a dwindling species or something. And, true, these two events have little or nothing to do with each other, except that I'm finding out about them at the same time. Still, I have to say, sometimes all the rage, ugliness, and despair that seems to lurk just under the brittle crust of our society is overwhelmingly disheartening. Let's get it together, people. To go back to Auden again, we must love one another or die.

Update: Exhibit C in today's litany of horrors, this ghastly assault on a Columbia Journalism grad student, which occurred not more than twenty blocks from here over the weekend. Sweet merciful Jesus, this is a sick, sick world sometimes. Update 2: They got him.

"'You can't erase e-mails, not today,' Leahy said in an angry speech on the Senate floor. "They've gone through too many servers. Those e-mails are there -- they just don't want to produce them. It's like the infamous 18-minute gap in the Nixon White House tapes.'" Breaking last Friday: Just as the persecuted prosecutors case boils to a head, four years of Karl Rove's e-mail go conveniently missing from the RNC archives. And, also developing on the prosecutorial front, another subpoenaed Justice official, Michael Battle, has contradicted Gonzales' earlier professions of ignorance on the subject, setting up the Attorney General for a raucous time during his hearings tomorrow: "Gonzales...has been preparing for a pivotal appearance on Tuesday before the committee, including mock testimony sessions lasting up to five hours a day, officials said. Better get that story straight, Al.

As noted here last September, Christopher Tolkien has completed one of his father's earliest works, The Children of Hurin, for publication -- It comes out tomorrow. "Already told in fragmentary form in 'The Silmarillion,' which appeared in 1977, the new book is darker than 'The Hobbit' and 'The Lord of the Rings,' for which Tolkien is best known...The story is set long before 'The Lord of the Rings' in a part of Middle-earth that was drowned before Hobbits ever appeared, and tells the tragic tale of Turin and his sister Nienor who are cursed by Morgoth, the first Dark Lord."

Update: "I came away from 'The Children of Hurin' with a renewed appreciation for the fact that Tolkien's overarching narrative is much more ambiguous in tone than is generally noticed...What sits in the foreground is that persistent Tolkienian sense that good and evil are locked in an unresolved Manichaean struggle with amorphous boundaries, and that the world is a place of sadness and loss, whose human inhabitants are most often the agents of their own destruction." Salon's Andrew O'Hehir favorably reviews Tolkien's dark new tome.

A faraway Jupiter-like gas planet, HD 209458b, is found (by some) to have water in its atmosphere. I saw this on Blivet on Friday and spent the weekend dreaming about it: If my sleeping brain can be trusted, HD 209458b has winged, eel-like space reptiles cavorting amidst the gaseous clouds there. Alas, my subconscious makes for a lousy exobiologist: "[A] Jupiter-like gaseous planet such as this one, as opposed to a rocky one like Earth, is highly unlikely to harbour any kind of life." Well, damn.

Some more fallout (and, in my opinion, auspicious signs) from the first money primary held recently: Hillary Clinton may have more in the bank, but Barack Obama raised more money, has more cap room to spare, so to speak, and has been peeling off some top Clinton donors to back his own efforts. "A list of Mr. Obama's top fund-raisers released Sunday showed the extent to which the Democratic Party establishment, once presumed to back Mrs. Clinton, has become more fragmented and drifted into her rival's camp, lending the early stages of the Democratic primary campaign the feeling of a family feud." Update: In related news, a new poll shows the race tightening on both sides. Clinton's up only eight on Obama, Giuliani has six on McCain (pending GOP reinforcements such as Fred Thompson.)

By way of Quiddity, Matthew Perpetua of the always enticing (and mp3-stacked) Fluxblog has dedicated himself to writing on every R.E.M. song over at Pop Songs '07. I'll definitely be checking it out, even if I think he's way off on "Saturn Return"...(it made #15 on my own list awhile back, and is still up there in my esteem.)

Even after Tyler Durden, apparently, he still has rage issues: Edward Norton signs up to play Louis Leterrier's Incredible Hulk. Interesting -- I was expecting this movie, coming so soon after Ang Lee's botch, to be basically a straight-to-video do-over. But Norton's presence is, without a doubt, an X-factor, and now I'm actually intrigued by it.

So, Grindhouse. Frankly, it seems a bit late to post this review. Those limited few who had any interest in this two-director vanity project caught it that first weekend, and it's completely nose-dived since (so much so that even Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is now being scaled back to escape a similar fate, as if that were ever going to happen.) But, for completists' sake, I found Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino's homage to the violent, smutty B-movies of yesteryear to be a fun idea at first, but not nearly entertaining enough to merit the three-and-a-half-hour slog. Some of the fake trailers, particularly Rodriguez's Machete (i.e. the Mexican Shooter) and Edgar Wright's Don't, are chuckle-inducing, and there's a certain goofy relish to be taken in the Z-grade John Carpenterisms of Rodriguez's Planet Terror, if you were ever a late-night Cinemax addict or grindhouse aficionado (I was not the latter -- I'm too young for the whole Grindhouse scene, frankly, which may explain why the film bombed so badly. When even cinephiles in their early thirties missed the nostalgia train Rodriguez and Tarantino are serving up, that's going to seriously eat into your audience figures.) But, otherwise, Grindhouse reminded me more than anything else of Trey Parker and Matt Stone's Team America: World Police -- a film that started off enjoyably, but ultimately became too much like its object of parody (there, bad action films; in this case, bad '70's movies.) And Tarantino's Death Proof is to my mind just an egregious misfire, but more on that in a bit.

The first half of the Grindhouse bill is Robert Rodriguez's Planet Terror, a sort of John Carpenter meets George Romero zombie flick in which a good-hearted stripper (Charmed's Rose McGowan) and her bad-ass trucker ex (Six Feet Under's Freddy Rodriguez -- let's hear it for short action stars) must rally a small Texas town against the flesh-devouring zombies in their midst (Said zombies were created by a wayward toxic cloud unleashed by the unholy tandem of Osama Bin Laden and Bruce Willis.) In keeping with the Grindhouse milieu, Planet Terror is, by design, a lousy film -- its only upside comes in feeling in on the joke. And I will admit to sorta stupidly enjoying myself through most of Rodriguez's half of the show, be it due to Josh Brolin's low-grade Nick Nolte (as an HND poster noted), Rodriguez blasting away on a mini-bike, the CGI-enhanced sloppy edits and film deterioration, or the perfectly cheesy synth score. (And, really, who better to play redneck brothers in a capital-B-movie than Jeff Fahey and Michael Biehn? Speaking from a purely fanboy perspective, it was just great to see Hicks/Reese again on the big screen.) In short, Planet Terror is, frankly, kinda awful: I wouldn't sit through it again, and I can't even come close to recommending it. But it's a better bad film than, say, From Dusk Till Dawn, the last time Rodriguez and Tarantino tried this gag, and for its first hour at least I found myself going along reasonably contentedly on the terrible-movie-ride I was promised.

But, then comes Quentin Tarantino's Death Proof, which admittedly I'm holding to higher expectations. Rodriguez has shown himself over the years basically to be a prolific and well-meaning hack. But, from Reservoir Dogs -- a movie that blew me away as an 18-year-old Blockbuster clerk -- to Pulp Fiction, the thrill ride (and soundtrack) of my sophomore year in college, to Jackie Brown, still Tarantino's most mature and accomplished work, QT seemed like he might be a true auteur, a guy who could recombinate his extensive knowledge of cinema with his sheer passion for movies to create a career's worth of films for the ages. But, like Kill Bill Vol. 1 and Kill Bill Vol. 2, Death Proof marks another self-satisfied retreat into Tarantino's narrowly-defined, solipsistic fanboy universe. To be honest, even though I was bored through much of Kill Bill 1, I never expected him to make a movie this dull.

Basically, Death Proof examines the fate of two female quartets -- one in Austin, one in Tennessee -- after they encounter the dark, dangerous, and wheedling persona of one Stuntman Mike (Kurt Russell, winking back to his Carpenter roots), a homicidal stalker with a "death-proof" car. But, despite its schlocky set-up, Death Proof is way too talky to have ever made much headway in a real grindhouse: The film is mostly comprised of these gangs of four nattering endlessly in unrealistic fashion about boys, music, or whatever else comes to mind, and each and every one of them talks and acts like Quentin Tarantino in wish-fulfillment mode: Amidst the MF and N-bombs, these beautiful gals name-drop movies like Zatoichi and Vanishing Point or esoteric bands like Dave Dee, Dosy, Beaky, Mich & Tich, all the while showing off their sumptuous feet and eventually, of course, kicking ass and taking names. (Yes, we already saw this in Kill Bill. In fact you could argue Tarantino's cameo as a fiend-rapist who gets his just desserts in Planet Terror is all of Death Proof in a nutshell.) Really, Tarantino's ear has never been so off. It being a grindhouse/exploitation flick, QT can get away with unrealistic women...but boring is its own problem.

At any rate, as you might guess from the plot, the last half hour or so of Death Proof involves a car chase between Russell and one of the aforementioned quartets, but that isn't much more interesting than all the interminable chat we've already labored through. (Some reviews have pegged this as a bravura moment in car chase cinema -- I thought it was dull even compared to recent stuff like The Bourne Supremacy or Ronin, to say nothing of flicks like The French Connection.) There's one exceptionally haunting scene involving Vanessa Ferlito's very last encounter with Stuntman Mike that suggests Tarantino might still have a few tricks up his sleeve, if he ever gets his act together some day. But, all in all, Grindhouse suggests more than anything else that he's still stuck in the Kill Bill rut. What he probably needs to do is try to adapt someone else's work again, a la Jackie Brown, before indulging in yet another B-movie flight of fancy like the Kill Bills and Death Proof. As it is, Tarantino's flicks are sadly becoming a bit of a grind.

Don't buy my take on Death Proof? Well, Keith Uhlich (Tarantino fan, perhaps overly much so IMO) and Matt Zoller Seitz (Tarantino skeptic, and more grounded) of The House Next Door have posted a long and wide-ranging conversation on Tarantino's oeuvre, including Death Proof, that, like most of HND's content, is well-worth-perusing, no matter where you come down on QT.

Personal plug: A book I worked on last summer, the second edition of Robert C. Williams' The Historian's Toolbox: A Student's Guide to the Theory and Craft of History, has just been published. As the intro notes, I "helped add sections on the internet, event analysis, public analysis, public history, oral history, and material culture." But, even before those additions, Williams' book made for an excellent classroom tool for teaching the basics of historiography to undergraduates. I hope it finds some use.

Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head? AICN obtains the first picture of Robert Downey Jr.'s Iron Man, in the original gray suit.

Trailers I've missed lately: John McLean goes up against Seth Bullock, with Kevin Smith and Mac Guy along for pained comic relief, in the new trailer for Live Free and Die Hard (which I caught with Grindhouse last Friday -- review forthcoming), and Topher Grace prays for vengeance in the impressive final trailer for Spiderman 3.

A very happy (and belated) birthday to my sister Gillian, who turned 28 yesterday. (She, I, and her friends and colleagues celebrated with a dinner at Rosa Mexicano last night.) Which, reminds me: tickets are now on sale for ABT's 2007 Spring season at the Met (May 14-July 7), in which Gill will be performing in Romeo and Juliet, Othello, and several other new pieces. Get 'em while they're hot.

"I made a mistake for which I am sorry." Neocon architect of the Iraq War turned World Bank president Paul Wolfowitz runs into another spot of trouble involving his involvement in securing his girlfriend a promotion and pay-raise there, and calls for his resignation grow louder."'Critics, both inside and outside the World Bank, are openly questioning whether Wolfowitz's liabilities will undermine his leadership of the institution,' said Manish Bapna, executive director of the Bank Information Center, a nonprofit organization in Washington that monitors the bank's activities. 'His relationship with staff, the board and with civil society remain highly strained, and some wonder what could even be done at this point to heal these festering wounds.'"

So, yeah, another week without a post. What can I say? I'm sick of making excuses about it. Part of it is that I've had freelance work and grant applications taking up much of the week. Part of it is life generally has that bad-tramadol-spam feel to it at the moment, but frankly it's been that way for months now. And part of it is I couldn't really care less about who birthed Anna Nicole's baby, Don Imus doing the Kramer two-step, or a lot of other stories engulfing the news at the moment. So, anyway, updates will happen when they happen, and if you're still stopping by GitM and aren't one of the 3000 comment spammers who happened by this past week, sorry for the lack of new copy.

Her name is Yoshimi, she's got a black belt in karaoke...Two choice links via Webgoddess. I thought for sure this was a Slings and Arrows-type April Fool's joke at first, but no: The Flaming Lips' Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots is coming to Broadway. "There's the real world and then there's this fantastical world. This girl, the Yoshimi character, is dying of something. And these two guys are battling to come visit her in the hospital. And as one of the boyfriends envisions trying to save the girl, he enters this other dimension where Yoshimi is this Japanese warrior and the pink robots are an incarnation of her disease. It's almost like the disease has to win in order for her soul to survive. Or something like that." And, weirder still, it's apparently being written by Aaron Sorkin of The West Wing and Sports Night.

And, also via Kris, my old site The Leaky Cauldron has posted the cover art for the final Potter installment, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which you can see at right. Clean, simple, I like it.

"EPA has offered no reasoned explanation for its refusal to decide whether greenhouse gases cause or contribute to climate change." By a 5-4 decision, the Supreme Court determines that the Dubya EPA violated the Clean Air Act when it refused to regulate greenhouse gas emissions, thus hopefully setting the stage for an (admittedly unlikely) reevaluation of global warming by the executive branch. "Chief Justice John G. Roberts Jr. wrote one dissent, which was joined by Justices Samuel A. Alito Jr., Antonin Scalia and Clarence Thomas." Yep, the usual suspects.

"None of those 76 senators, who include the current Republican leader and whip, acted to jeopardize the safety and security of U.S. troops in Somalia. All of them recognized that Congress had the power and the responsibility to bring our military operations in Somalia to a close, by establishing a date after which funds would be terminated." In an editorial for Salon, Sen. Russ Feingold invokes GOP behavior on Somalia in 1993 to make the case for Congress cutting funding in Iraq. "Since President Bush has made it painfully clear that he has no intention of fixing his failed Iraq policy, it is no longer a question of if Congress will end this war; it is a question of when."

"It sounds harsh, but think of most of the Fox Democrats, at least those who appear on the opinion shows, which take up half the network's airtime, as one of three types. They are either scary liberals, losers or enablers. Representatives of each type may score some points for Democrats when they appear on-air, but ultimately they help further Fox's larger narrative about Democrats and liberals and what they stand for." Also in Salon, Alex Koppelman takes a gander at FOX News's usual go-to stable of kept Dems.

In the past week, I have seen two things that made me want to claw out my eyes Oedipus-style and run screaming down Amsterdam Ave. One was the live octopus scene in Oldboy, a movie that's worth seeing for the hallway fight sequence alone but, lordy, is hard to watch. (The tongue and teeth parts ain't much better. I'm learning I just can't hang with the edgy Korean cinema, but I still find it preferable to grotesque Miike stuff like Ichi the Killer. That film is just plain sick.) The other: Karl Rove rapping. Is it the token black guy standing next to him? NBC's David Gregory forced to bob up and down in the background? The porcine lack of rhythm and gesticulating of Mr. Rove himself? Or the whole sheer staggering whiteness, bordering on minstrelsy, of the scene taken together? (Paging David Roediger.) Whatever it is, it is straight-up cringeworthy.

Yes, folks, this is how we choose a president in this country: Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash. The first primary is effectively over, and Hillary Clinton and Mitt Romney lead the begging and scraping for loot at $26 and $21 million respectively. On the GOP side, Rudy came in second at $15 million, with McCain trailing at third with $12.5 million. Meanwhile, for the Dems: John Edwards has $14 million, Bill Richardson $6 million, Chris Dodd $4 million, and Joe Biden a clean, articulate $3 million. Still obviously missing, Barack Obama, who is rumored to be up around the 20 mark. While I hate to indulge this stupid financing system, I hope it's something like that, as I'm still rooting for he or Edwards over Sen. Clinton in the primary, and the Clinton money machine is, without a doubt, a sleek, well-oiled contraption. Update: Make that $25 million for Obama.

In related news, two more Republicans enter the 2008 fray: former Wisconsin Governor and HHS head Tommy Thompson and Colorado congressman Tom Tancredo. Well, it's good news for alliteration. And, moreover, Tancredo is going to hammer the immigration issue like there's no tomorrow, which will mean a lot of uncomfortable shuffling by the main contenders during the GOP primary debates, so as not to turn off swing voters everywhere. But I'll bet dollars to donuts neither of these fellows gets anywhere close to the nomination.

"Worse, today's progressives fail to tap into America's collective unconscious through spectacle, which Duncombe defines as 'a way of making an argument...through story and myth, fears and desire, imagination and fantasy.' Republican Party leaders don't hesitate to derive inspiration from Madison Avenue and Hollywood. George W. Bush's 'Mission Accomplished' photo-op may have backfired, but it demonstrated an impressive commitment to spectacle. In this way, Republicans are actually far more populist than the New Democrats." World of Demcraft? In a review of Stephen Duncombe's intriguing new Dream,
Slate's Joshua Glenn argues that progressives need to liven up their image, perhaps by taking a cue from games like Grand Theft Auto: "'If a game offers power, excitement, and the room to explore, people will play evening after evening after evening, almost regardless of the results,' he writes. 'Perhaps the problem is not that people don't want to get involved in politics, but rather that they don't want to take part in a professionalized politics so interested in efficiency that there is no space for them, or they don't want to spend time in a political world so cramped that there's no freedom to explore and discover, to know or master.'"

The Cusacks have been busy of late, as several new trailers attest: John Cusack the crack assassin flounders in the Emerald City in the new preview for War, Inc. (a.k.a. Grosse Point Blank meets Lord of War), also starring sister Joan, Marisa Tomei, Hillary Duff, and Ben Kingsley. John Cusack the cranky sci-fi writer adopts a problem kid with a heart of gold in the trailer for Martian Child (a film you'd have to pay me to see), also starring sister Joan, Amanda Peet, Richard Schiff, and Oliver Platt. And, though it's been on the web awhile now, John Cusack the depressed seeker of paranormal activity bites off more than he can chew in the trailer for Mikael Hafstrom's 1408 (from the Stephen King story), also starring Samuel Jackson, Mary McCormack...and sister Joan? Well, not this time. Perhaps they can add her as a CGI ghost or something.

Too much Cusack? Well, neither John nor Joan are part of Steven Soderbergh's Ocean's Thirteen crew...yet. The new trailer for Clooney & co. is here. Perhaps not everyone's cup of tea, but this looks to me like more fun than you can shake a stick at...I'm even sold on the putty nose gag.

Congrats to Florida on their 84-75 victory over Ohio State last night, and their second NCAA championship in as many years. Not much of a surprise, really. Greg Oden had a better game than usual last night, but frankly, Ohio State has looked sorta suspect all tourney. At any rate, see you in the Big Leagues, Oden.