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PUBLIC WORKS
Re: Ethan Epstein's Stamped
for Failure:
I work in Santa Cruz as supervisor of the District Attorney's Sexual Assault Unit and as a homicide prosecutor. My colleagues and I routinely work rather more than 40 hours per week, and get called out in the middle of the night as needed.
The county supervisors just gave all of us assistant d.a.'s a ten percent pay cut. On top of last year's 7.5 percent cut.
In addition to furloughing us without pay they are refusing to pay the 2.5 percent raise we negotiated as part of our contract three years ago. But the 26 percent raise they gave themselves, that's largely intact.
Also, if we use our cell phones (which we are required to carry) to tell our wives and partners that we will be stuck at a crime scene, that will be 6 bucks per call. If we use personal phones to call witness who won't accept calls from blocked numbers (our mandatory-carry county phones have blocked numbers) we will not be reimbursed.
Nice to know where my money went.
-- Andrew Isaac
UNPRETTY POISON
Re: Bill
Croke's The Evil
Ivy:
I was born and raised in South Florida, about 15 miles north of Miami to be exact. I never saw nor heard of poison ivy in our area or a case of it until I moved to Jupiter, about 60 miles north, in 2000. We moved to a semi-rural area with lots of open space and natural flora as opposed to the post-card kind (palm trees and St. Augustine grass) that all the transplants surround themselves with in the sub-divisions. Then I got three or four cases of it in rapid succession in my yard, the worst time like in a horror flick where the victims of some dread virus, biological agent run amok or space alien infection tears themselves apart in a demented fury to find relief from the hellish itch. I attribute this disparity to S. Florida's unique environment. Down by Miami is semi-tropical with more natural tropical flora like palm trees, ficus trees and ferns. Almost with each mile you drive north you can detect a change to where, by the time you're up by us, it's all scrub pine, hardwood, spanish moss and, apparently, poison ivy. Finally, I learned how to identify and steer clear of it. One day, just after we'd moved there, my wife started tilling a garden out of the sandy soil in our backyard which is to say she was going to convert a patch of bahia grass threaded with occasional weeds into a solid square of dead vegetation. I saw her standing barelegged in a patch of springtime-fresh poison ivy. I yelled at her to run for her life. She looks at me, down at her feet and says, "Oh it doesn't bother me, I've been out here lots of times". Sure enough, it didn't touch her.
We have six kids, three have her complexion, three have mine. She
is of Jewish heritage with Semitic features and lovely olive skin
that will tan under a fluorescent light. She never burns. I'm the
guy they send to the set if you call Central Casting and say,
"send me a middle-aged, German-Dutch type pinkish, freckled white
man." I'll burn under that same lamp. And sure enough, the three
kids with her skin don't suffer ivy's torments or react to other
noxious plants or irritants. The three with my skin, however, are
susceptible to all I suffer with a dose of shellfish allergy
thrown in for one of the girls. For Floridians this seems an
especially cruel curse. But I've always held there is a rough
justice in this life and so it's true even in our clan's
dermatological eccentricities. If there is a mosquito anywhere
within its operational range to my wife, even a lone holdout on
an early winter's night, it will find her and administer it's
special little dose.
-- Mark Shepler
Jupiter, Florida
Poison ivy is a scourge for those of us highly allergic to it. Living here in northern Maryland hard by the Mason-Dixon Line, the noxious plant is hardy and ubiquitous. Though I stay out of my woods that gobble up the land on the western edge of my rural property, my eight long-haired dogs frolic in the brush and trees, bringing it to my skin with glee when they rub against my legs.
Why modern agriscience hasn't developed an inexpensive defoliant
targeted to only kill poison ivy that property owners can use to
destroy the hungry crop is beyond me. Seems there's a huge market
for it. Or is it too plebian to elicit much interest?
-- Mar
NO RESPECT FOR THE LAW
Re: Aaron Goldstein's Is
Arizona's Immigration Law Being Put on ICE?:
Does anyone who is rational seriously believe that Barack Obama didn't perjure himself when he took the Oath of Office -- particularly, when he swore, hand on Lincoln's Bible, that he would "to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States"?
Besides apparently detesting America and being hell-bent on
destroying it, the man who continues to talk about the rule of
law has no respect for the law.
-- C. Kenna Amos Jr.
ABOMINATION
Re: Janice Shaw Crouse's AAP
Gives FGM an AOK:
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