Sadly, today's blog will have to be slightly truncated, but then again, I dare any of you to write an impassioned diary after having driven nine solid hours through sleet. There's something spiritually crushing about seeing snow again after a respite of warm weather, but there's something altogether torturous about following a winter storm all the way down the east coast. It does something to the backs of your eyes, this kind of driving.
Several pieces of news today that piqued the imagination: first off, my sister is having trouble with her butt. I've had the same thing happen to me, or at least a cousin of it, and it's just wretched. She feels bad about complaining, but she should be reminded that Napoleon changed the course of human history when he was afflicted just before the Battle of Waterloo (do your own research if you don't believe me).
Secondly: the car's satellite radio gave forth nine hours of our government well, Donald Rumsfeld and Tommy Franks – squirming like recently-unearthed worms. Crafty little Peter Arnett (he of Gulf War I fame) gave an interview to Iraqi TV where he said that the current war plan has failed; meanwhile, Seymour Hersh of the New Yorker said that Rumsfeld's micromanaging, disdain for other human beings and overall hubris has left us high and dry in Iraq. The blitz of denials, the unctuousness, and the hemming and/or hawing from the Powers That Be has been the one source of entertainment in this whole bloody, unforgivable mess. To misquote Oscar Wilde, I hope it lasts. (For a great analysis of this story, check out Mickey Kaus' blog.)
Thirdly, and most importantly, it looks like Larry Brown will be the new coach of the University of North Carolina Men's Basketball Team. Anyone who follows sports knows that Brown might well possess the best basketball mind in the country, and just the hint of this news is sure to spread fear into the hearts of several snivelling rat bastards in Durham, NC as well as many other ACC hotspots. He is currently coach of the Philadelphia 76'ers (i.e. full-time babysitter to Allen Iverson), but would drop the millions in a heartbeat to be back in the Southern Part of Heaven. More on that later if it happens as well as a heartfelt goodbye to Matt Doherty – but for now, the air is crackling with promise here as I lie in bed in gorgeous Chapel Hill.
Posted by at March 30, 2003 8:49 PM