Gathering on the right

One of the more interesting people on both the right side of the aisle and my left column on TweetDeck is Lisa De Pasquale, author of the novel Finding Mr. Righteous and for five years the head of the Conservative Political Action Committee. Amazingly, Jezebel snagged her for an interview, and while their angle was primarily CPAC’s lack of, um, diversity of a specific nature, they did pop a lot of good questions, one of which drew my attention because her answer ends with a universal truth:

Who is the nicest politician or personality you’ve dealt with behind the scenes? The meanest? (If you don’t want to name names, can you drop a general hint or two?)

Aside from people like Ann Coulter who I already knew, the nicest was Rush Limbaugh. Not only was he extremely nice, but very humble. He didn’t have an entourage or any backstage demands. Backstage he asked what had been the biggest news from the conference. I don’t remember what I said, but the reality was he was going to be the biggest news of the conference. That he was genuinely interested in the conference made me proud of the work my team and I had done. He also personally signed 100 or so Limbaugh Letters for our volunteers. I should mention that the man responsible for making his speech happen was the recently departed Kit Carson. He was a great man who, like Limbaugh, was always interested in other people’s opinions.

I won’t name names on the meanest, but I will say it’s never the A-listers. It’s always the B or C-list people who are demanding and impatient. They act like divas because they think that is how important people act.

This may be one of the reasons why I’m still on the D-list after all these years.

The description of Limbaugh is consistent with others I’ve seen: he saves his bombast for the airwaves. (If you didn’t know Carson, he was the “Chief of Staff” at Limbaugh’s EIB Network; he passed away in January after a four-year battle with brain cancer.) And Rush will happily tell you that he’s not really interested in other people’s opinions, which is why he has no guests on the show, but this, too, is part of the act.

Nor was this the only worthy maxim De Pasquale uttered:

CPAC has a history of allowing groups that are controversial. If you put two conservatives in a room they will fight about something, so it’s impossible to get consensus on anything.

Ain’t that the truth.

Meanwhile, Emily Zanotti provides an overview of CPAC today:

CPAC is an event for choirs and not conversions. In the last few years, it’s gained a notoriety that has made it a public spectacle, but the true purpose of the Conservative Political Action Conference is to impress the hordes of College Republicans, with their Brooks Brothers finery and their as-yet-unpickeled livers, and the elderly crowd that has been coming to these things since the first Republican presidential candidate painted his foreign policy on a cave wall — not to preach to the disenfranchised independents and unmoored moderates. The candidates have all the depth of a Lego mini-figurine and the speeches are as nuanced and complex as a made-for-television marine life-motivated disaster movie. And that’s just how it’s supposed to be, especially at the start of a presidential election cycle, when potential candidates are trying to live up to impressive double standards set for them by a party that is, itself, in flux. Everyone who presented himself to the crowd amassed at National Harbor had something to prove, specifically to conservatives, whether that was that they were conservative enough, that they were thoughtful enough, that they were tough enough, or that they were capable of mounting a campaign that did more than annoy network television anchors forced to divert more than thirty seconds of their broadcast away from fawning coverage of Hillary Clinton’s breakfast choices.

How seriously you take this event, it appears, depends on a lot of things besides ideology.

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No longer just a maybe

Eventually, the record industry is going to shift from dropping new titles on Tuesday to shoveling them out on Friday. (Guess who’s already done that?)

I was hanging around the iTunes Store trying to snag Charlie Puth’s song “Marvin Gaye” (which you just might have seen here), when the usual Applehype™ called my attention to a new track, only just released by, um, Carly Rae Jepsen.

Yes, the “Call Me Maybe” singer. And if you thought that was an earworm, get a whiff of this:

Already purchased. I have no shame.

Update: Actual video replaces the placeholder.

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Four-cylinder butterface

Last month, we were treated to a three-quarter-rear look at the upcoming Infiniti QX30 crossover-wagon-thingie. At Geneva this week, they’re letting us see the front:

Infiniti QX30 concept at Geneva Auto Show 2015

I can see why they wanted you to see the back first.

(With thanks to Cameron Aubernon at TTAC.)

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Silence for sale or rent

Opponents of hydraulic fracturing have been blaming the process for the upsurge in earthquakes in this state in recent years, and there’s very likely something to that, though obviously more research needs to be done, if only to figure why out it’s happening so much more here than it is elsewhere: are Oklahoma oil and gas operators doing something different? Is something in the fault-line pattern contributing to these incidents? A lot of factors merit consideration, and the Oklahoma Geological Survey in general, and State Seismologist Austin Holland in particular, have been strangely silent on the matter.

Or maybe not so strangely:

In October 2013, OGS joined the U.S. Geological Survey in issuing a statement about Oklahoma’s growing earthquake risk and possible links to oil and gas industry disposal wells. A week later, Holland was “summoned” to the Oklahoma Corporation Commission for a meeting with Jack Stark — then a senior vice president of exploration, now president and chief operating officer at Continental Resources — and then-Commissioner Patrice Douglas. Mike Soraghan of Energy Wire [behind paywall] reports:

“Douglas and the Continental executive were ‘concerned’ about the joint statement with USGS and a story about it by EnergyWire, Holland recounted later in an email.

“At the time, Douglas was about to run for Congress. She got more campaign money from Continental executives in 2014 than anyone except Sen. James Lankford (R-Okla.) and the Republican National Committee, according to OpenSecrets.org. The $14,775 she received from Continental includes $6,575 from Hamm, who did not contribute to her Republican primary opponent, Steve Russell. Russell beat Douglas in the primary and is now a congressman.

“In the meeting, Douglas said she ‘wants to, of course, protect the safety of Oklahomans, but also balance that with industry in the state,’ according to Holland’s email.”

One meeting may mean nothing. But two?

After the OGS “cautiously” agreed with scientists about links between disposal wells and earthquakes, Holland in November 2013 was called into a meeting with University of Oklahoma President David Boren and oil executives, including Continental Resources Chairman Harold Hamm, “a leading donor to the university.” Boren also serves on Continental’s board of directors, where, in 2013, “he received $272,700 in cash and stock for his service,” Soraghan reports.

This is not to say that OGS presents a united front:

In April 2013, another OGS scientist, petroleum geologist Richard Andrews, said in a note to a family member on his agency email account that OGS shouldn’t be telling the public that the earthquakes are naturally occurring.

“Myself and a few other geologists that know of the Hunton dewatering oil operations in the affected areas and subsequent re-injection into the Arbuckle [are] the culprit,” wrote Andrews, who is now the interim director of OGS. “I am dismayed at our seismic people about this issue and believe they couldn’t track a bunny through fresh snow!”

You might want to ask the Bunny Protection League about that, Dr. Andrews.

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Turning every which way but out

Some of the folks I follow on Twitter were grousing earlier about sparse turnout at today’s City Council election. And they weren’t kidding: at 5:07 this afternoon I shoved the 207th ballot into the machine. A couple of thousand people live in this precinct; not all of them are of voting age, obviously, but still, that’s not all what anyone — other than the winner, of course — would call wonderful, especially if there had been as much dissatisfaction with the incumbent as I was led to believe. As local auto mogul Jackie Cooper used to say, “Go with the name you know,” and lots of people do. Pols depend on it.

Addendum: From the Gazette’s Ben Felder:

Population of each of the city’s eight wards: around 75,000.

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Coup de foudre

I own a reproduction of this vintage poster, in need of reframing:

Mistinguett poster Casino de Paris

“Paris shining,” kinda sorta. Jeanne Florentine Bourgeois made her debut at the Casino de Paris in 1895; she was just twenty and given to theatrical routines which were somewhat saucy for the times, and she appeared in both silent and sound films, the most recent being Carosello del varietà, from 1955, the year before her death.

Mistinguett poster Moulin Rouge

You might infer from the posters that the Mistinguett gams were highly regarded, and so they were: in 1919, it is reported, she had them insured for half a million francs. Actual photographs are not quite so easy to stumble across, but it’s possible. First, an extravagant stage appearance:

Mistinguett on stage Moulin Rouge

And away from the footlights:

Mistinguett offstage

Le coup de foudre — “Love at first sight” — was the title of a 1912 short film in which she appeared opposite Charles Lorrain.

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Emotions definitely under control

The occasion is sad, but I still wish I’d come up with this:

(Via Twisted Spinster.)

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Call it negative feedback

Earlier this year, reasoning that saving a single sheet per copy per week would save several million sheets of newsprint over a twelve-month period, the Oklahoman cut the Sunday comic section from six pages to four, shrinking the strips to fit. The reaction was decidedly unfavorable, and this past weekend the six-page section was reinstated.

Then again, there’s “decidedly unfavorable,” and there’s this complaint to an Indiana daily:

An 8-year-old boy named Mac got on the phone Sunday and complained to Bloomington (IN) Herald-Times editor Bob Zaltsberg about some of his favorite comics no longer appearing in the paper.

“OK, I want back these comics now,” the boy demanded. His list included Peanuts, Dilbert, Nancy, Garfield, For Better or For Worse, Ziggy, and others.

“I’ll give you all my money” if the comics are returned to the paper, the boy said before ending his call by blasting the “idiots, jerks, [and] shitholes” at the paper.

This wasn’t a newsprint-volume issue, though; in this case, the paper actually lost those strips, and a few others, when they couldn’t negotiate a lower rate from the syndicator.

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Cooperation

Like many of you, I’m pretty much in an anti-incumbent mood right about now, and with City Council elections coming up tomorrow — the first day with non-horrible weather in some time, which is a twist — I get another chance to act upon that particular impulse.

I had kind words for Major Jemison early on: he’s definitely on the side of the angels, and I have no doubt that he could fill this spot on the horseshoe with a measure of gravitas. But his insistence on robocalls Every. Damned. Night. has soured me on the man, or at least on the men behind the man, and I worry that if he’s going to take advice from the kind of people who think a Jayne Jayroe endorsement is worth something, he might be susceptible to all manner of bad ideas once sworn in.

So I turn to James Cooper, who, poor fellow, had to endure a chat session with me at the doorway one weekend. (This makes about the fifth candidate in twelve years who’s had to deal with me in bathrobe mode.) He’s appallingly young, but I figure I can overlook that, especially since my own advanced age has manifestly conferred no wisdom on me. More to the point, he’s willing to deal with specific points in preference to grand generalities: he told me that he envisions the next round of MAPS, for instance, gradually moving northward with extensions of the streetcar line, and he’s willing to spend some serious dollars out of the next set of the city’s General Obligation Bonds to finish up the largely undone sidewalk work in this part of town. If that sounds like he’s favoring his own ward at the expense of others, well, that’s what we pay our guy on the Council to do, and it’s not like we’re paying him a whole lot ($12k a year) either.

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Rent-a-jihadi

After the utterly asinine suggestion by an administration spokesdoofus that if there were more jobs, there’d be fewer jihadi, I suppose I should have expected this:

Yahoo Answers screenshot: 
Why don't ISIS have a HR department or email address where you can upload your CV?

Still, give the questioner credit for keeping his wits about him:

… seems a longshot just to travel thousands of miles on the off chance they will employ you as a murderous rogue when they could conduct a perfectly good Skype interview.

Then again, truth be told, we don’t really know how selective they are.

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Measure for measure

On one level, I absolutely adore this:

Then again, my sight-reading is already questionable without the presence of, um, distractions.

(Via pianist Wayne McEvilly, who wouldn’t have such problems. I think.)

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Inbetweenies

There’s an ad in the current Bulletin of the American Association for Nude Recreation which speaks to rather a lot of us:

Tired of NE Winters And Florida Summers?

Settle in half way in NC’s new clothing-optional community.

Not that the Carolinas have had a benign winter or anything. I followed the proffered URL and found this:

Harbour Estates is a clothing optional community located approximately 30 minutes from North Myrtle Beach just over the border from South Carolina and about 1 hour east of I-95. It is at the same location that the former Coventry NC was. There are 15 lots on 30 acres with a pool and pool house as the common area. Property tax on 1 acre in 2012 was $56.10/year. Developer plans to put homes on empty lots and sell as “turnkey” in the future. Buyers agree to join a Homeowners Association that will maintain the road and all other common areas.

The smallest lot remaining is 0.69 acre, the largest 2.51 acres. At least no one is likely to be hemmed in — except maybe by the HOA. And of course the property tax will go up once you slap a house on the land.

The folks running this operation, judging by the phone number and some stray HTML indications, are in Vermont, so I trust they know New England winters like the back of their possibly ungloved hands.

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Strange search-engine queries (474)

If you’re new here, and there is at least a measurable possibility that you are, here’s the deal: we look for search strings inside the URLs that brought people to this site, and we hope they’re amusing enough to snark about, otherwise we’ve wasted the entire morning so far. (We may have wasted it anyway, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.)

reapair cast transmission plate on pump mazda tribute:  Um, no. You buy the new and improved plate from Ford, which has only been out for, oh, sixteen years or so.

driven gear housing for 5 speed transmission for 90 ford probe:  Another Ford part (maybe, since Mazda was building stick shifts for Ford in that era), even older.

beauty product:  Probably not a Ford part. [Note: The URL contains the string “start=3200,” which means this guy was digging way deep.]

34th and vine los angeles:  They don’t actually intersect, which should tell you something about that love potion you seek.

chuck berry drummer at disneyland for my ding a ling:  Very difficult to tell. Chuck, sensibly, will play with anyone so long as he gets paid.

Download Dizzy Lizzy compilation trance 2002:  Someone getting dizzy from trance? Unpossible.

wb loss lerders:  I’m at a loss trying to figure out how one lerds.

jenny boylan pantyhose:  Gentlemen prefer Hanes — but if you were truly a gentleman, you wouldn’t be asking about the lady’s personal stuff.

sherily fenn sex scenes:  That’s “Sherilyn.” Or “Miss Fenn” to you, bucko.

is motown studio/museum owned by satanist?  There used to be a devil with a blue dress on, hanging around Detroit, but I don’t think she was all that interested in real estate.

rhino seal big daddy:  The seal of approval, no doubt.

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Quote of the week

Ana Marie Cox, founding editor of Wonkette, presently writing about US politics for the Guardian, on coming out as Christian in an atmosphere that seems hostile to it:

Conservatives might pounce on my closeted Christianity as evidence of a liberal media aversion to God. After all, my day job is all about expressing my opinions and beliefs — some of them unpopular. In my private life, and very cautiously on social media, the people close to me can see evidence of my affiliation. Tweeting out prayers and quotes from Scripture still feels subversive. But until now, I have avoided publicly aligning myself with one of the most popular beliefs in the world.

My hesitancy to flaunt my faith has nothing to do with fear of judgment by non-believers. My mother was an angry, agnostic ex-Baptist; my father is a casual atheist. (I asked him once why he didn’t believe in God, and he replied easily, “Because He doesn’t exist.”)

I am not smart enough to argue with those that cling to disbelief. Centuries of philosophers have made better arguments than I could, and I am comfortable with just pointing in their direction if an acquaintance insists, “If there is a God, then why [insert atrocity]?” For me, belief didn’t come after I had the answer to that question. Belief came when I stopped needing the answer.

As for said “liberal media,” they will happily acknowledge something greater than themselves. Unfortunately, they think it’s government.

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Somewhat easy at Staples

After two losses on this road trip, the Thunder were keen to salvage something from the experience. The Lakers, you may be certain, weren’t in any mood to let them; while Los Angeles had won only 16 games this year, they were on a three-game winning streak, and OKC came in missing three starters: Steven Adams and his hand, Kevin Durant and his foot, Russell Westbrook and his face. Not to worry: in the absence of superstars, some of the role players shone, and the Lakers never led. A Serge Ibaka block (his third) at the horn closed the door, 108-101.

There are, of course, only two actual point guards on the Thunder roster, so if you’re a wiseguy, you’re going to ask “So who’s gonna run the offense when D. J. Augustin sits? Jeremy freaking Lamb?” Yes, Jeremy freaking Lamb: while Augustin played 41 minutes and turned in a great line — 18 points, nine rebounds, five assists — Lamb in 16 minutes, some of them alongside Augustin, shot 5-8 for 14 points and generally did much better than “Please don’t mess up.” Both Ibaka and the returned Enes Kanter collected double-doubles, Serge with 18 points/14 boards and Enes with 16 points/15 boards. Nick Collison also landed in double figures with 12 points. Despite all this offense, the Thunder were seriously outshot by the Lakers: both teams had 40 makes, but it took OKC seven more shots to get them. And weirdly, the Thunder put up a whopping 32 treys, 11 of which fell.

Only nine Lakers played, all of them scored, and six of them hit double figures, led by Jeremy Lin with a game-high 20; Jordan Hill, also off the bench, knocked down 14, including his first trey since, well, ever, and also reeled in 12 rebounds. Wayne Ellingson and Jordan Clarkson led the starters with 12 each. And it was kind of nice to see Carlos Boozer again, even past his prime.

So 1-2 on the road trip. We’ve had worse. And the schedule gets marginally easier for the next few: Philadelphia at home (Wednesday), up to Chicago the next night, and then back home for four, starting with the Raptors on Sunday.

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This being Derpy Day

I’m not entirely sure how the first of March became Derpy Day, though Know Your Meme says it was this way:

March 1st has become known as the “Derpy Day” due to a group started on Facebook. It can be celebrated by:

  • Eating muffins
  • Wearing gray
  • Making derpy eyes in mirrors and photos
  • Delivering letter by hand

Or any combination thereof:

Derpy Hooves Logistics by SukiStar

(The original by SukiStar on deviant Art.)

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