Presentazione libri,
VENERDI’ 27 NOVEMBRE 2009, ore 21.30:

Oggetti smarriti e altre apparizioni
un libro di Beppe Sebaste

Ne parlano con l’autore Lisa Bentini e Flavio Favelli.

Mazzi di chiavi, telefoni, biglietti da visita, occhiali da sole, documenti e palloncini colorati scappati via da mani bambine. Ma anche gli ‘ego’ individuali, i ‘soggetti’ intesi come idee e storie che perdono e si perdono fino a un gesto che affiora in un ricordo. «Mi ha guidato nella scelta un’idea dei margini, forse anche un’idea del fantasma. I fantasmi sono dolorosi, i fantasmi sono necessari. I fantasmi sono quello che ci manca – e se la felicità è quello che ci manca, disse una volta Carmelo Bene, essa ci deve mancare. Oggetti smarriti sono frasi, racconti, avventure, occasioni, protocolli di esperienza, alcuni recentissimi, altri remoti. Hanno in comune, oltre a una scrittura ibrida, tra il documentario e la finzione, il sentimento di essere perduti.

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Presentazione libri,
SABATO 28 NOVEMBRE 2009, ore 19.00:

Il castello di sabbia
Sguardi sull’invisibile
un libro di Raffaele K. Salinari

Stefano Bonaga ne parla con Raffaele K. Salinari.

Un bambino costruisce il suo Castello di sabbia in riva al mare; al confine perpetuamente mobile tra la terra e l’acqua impasta gocce di mare e grani di sabbia: infinito con infinito, Visibile con Invisibile. «La trama [armonia] nascosta è più forte di quella manifesta»; così dice Eraclito di Efeso nel frammento che illumina l’intreccio tra Visibile ed Invisibile. Lo sguardo sui nodi che tessono queste due «trame», svela la risposta all’enigma che oggi ci pone la Sfinge: chi è un uomo che può riconoscersi nel Mondo, e «chi è» un Mondo che può riconoscersi nell’umanità? Rispondere all’enigma è tanto più necessario, quanto più il bioliberismo mortifica l’anima accecando il nostro sguardo sull’Invisibile, e ci rende distruttori delle altre manifestazioni con le quali condividiamo l’essenza del Mondo. Il bambino che costruisce il Castello di sabbia è allora l’Immagine, la metafora che ci accompagna nel passaggio verso il luogo ed il tempo nel quale si ricongiungono Visibile ed Invisibile. Per questo seguiremo un antico di Dioniso, il «dio venturo», ed il suo linguaggio metaforico di simboli, miti e riti, per tornare a «saper leggere il libro del Mondo».

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Presentazione libri,
GIOVEDI’ 26 NOVEMBRE 2009, ore 18.00:

Doppio appuntamento: Quadruppani / Wu Ming

Rue de la Cloche
un libro di Serge Quadruppani
(Marsilio, 2009)

Wu Ming incontra Serge Quadruppani nell’occasione dell’uscita del suo nuovo romanzo…:
«Le opere di Quadruppani sono narrazioni filosofiche forsennate, meditazioni sul male e la sua “necessità”, vagabondaggi esilarati tra le macerie delle lotte di classe novecentesche.» (WM1)

e poi…

Alle 21,00 a Rastignano (BO),
Biblioteca comunale “Don Lorenzo Milani”,
Piazza Piccinini 4/a,
presentazione di
Altai
il nuovo libro di Wu Ming
(Einaudi Stile Libero)
con la partecipazione di Serge Quadruppani.

Sul web: http://www.wumingfoundation.com/italiano/Altai

Rue de la Cloche
Si chiamava Juliette, ma lui non era Romeo. Il suo nome era Léon, traduttore disilluso, amante svogliato, deciso a macerarsi nel suo dolore senza lasciarsi coinvolgere in palpitanti avventure. Se non fosse che ha gettato via il manoscritto di un libro che nessuno ha letto e che indagherebbe sull’ultima delle Grandi Opere del Presidente; che c’è la guerra del Golfo, la Yakuza sbarca a Parigi Est e le banche si scontrano in Rue de la Cloche. Se non fosse che alle Presses de France gli intrighi dei capoccia valgono un bombardamento chirurgico. Se non fosse che Juliette è sparita in un buco nero e che fioccano i morti. Perché Léon ha incontrato Emile K., l’ex superpoliziotto, e allora, come nel Golfo, tutto rientrerà nell’ordine, ma non nell’ordine previsto…

Serge Quadruppani, francese, è nato nel 1952. Vive tra Roma e Parigi ed è direttore di una collana pubblicata da Metailié dedicata al noir italiano. Ha scritto diversi saggi e romanzi noir, fra cui L’assassina di Belleville, La breve estate dei colchici, La notte di Babbo Natale, pubblicati nei Gialli Mondadori. Per Marsilio sono usciti nel 2007 In fondo agli occhi del gatto e nel 2008 Y, primo volume di una trilogia poliziesca che prosegue con Rue de la Cloche. Traduttore dall’americano e dall’italiano, è la voce francese di alcuni dei migliori giallisti del nostro paese, da Andrea Camilleri a Massimo Carlotto, da Marcello Fois a Giancarlo De Cataldo.

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The Moustache of Wisdom is off today, so MoDo flies solo.  In “Thanks for the Memories” she says President Obama can often be more interested in wooing opponents than tending to those who put themselves on the line for him.  Hmmm…  Can’t say that I disagree with that.  Here she is:

At his Cabinet meeting Monday afternoon, President Obama took a moment to give thanks to his team.

Sipping a glass of water, the president offered special gratitude to the woman on his right.

“I advised this hard-working Cabinet to get a little bit of rest this week,” he said, looking at Hillary Clinton, “particularly the people who have been traveling around the globe day-in and day-out and don’t know what time zone they’re in.”

The secretary of state, with a china cup and saucer in front of her, smiled.

In the back of the room, back where they were parched, back where no water or coffee was served for the two-hour meeting, sat Greg Craig, the White House counsel who was a ghostly presence, given his death by a thousand leaks.

Only a year after he had helped Barack Obama get elected by eviscerating his close friend, Clinton White House colleague and Yale Law School classmate, Hillary Clinton, Craig was himself eviscerated by the Obama inner circle.

I remember meeting Craig at a book party during the campaign. He upbraided me for writing critical things about Obama. I didn’t like being chastised, but I admired his loyalty.

It couldn’t have been easy for Craig, a special counsel in the Clinton White House who directed the response on impeachment, to break away from the Clintons and help the insurgent Obama shatter Hillary’s dream of shattering the Oval glass ceiling.

As Todd Purdum wrote of Craig in The Times in 1998, “At Yale, he surrendered his $75-a-month apartment in New Haven to Mr. Clinton and his girlfriend, Hillary Rodham, who were a class behind him, and he remains especially close to Mrs. Clinton, friends say.”

In a memo he sent to the press during the bitter 2008 Democratic primary, Craig made the case that Hillary had exaggerated her foreign policy experience and that she did not pass “the Commander-in-Chief test.”

It was brutally effective, taking apart her claims of involvement, country by country, and noting: “As far as the record shows, Senator Clinton never answered the phone either to make a decision on any pressing national security issue — not at 3 AM or at any other time of day.”

I often wondered if Craig and U.N. Ambassador Susan Rice, the other former Clinton official who helped undermine Hillary’s foreign policy record, would have done so if they had known that after turning on Hillary they would once more end up working beside her; if they had known that Obama can often be more interested in wooing opponents than tending to those who put themselves on the line for him.

There were complaints that Craig was out of the loop, but couldn’t Obama have walked the single West Wing staircase up to his counsel’s office and looped him in?

Craig was, after all, simply defending positions that Obama himself took during the campaign, from closing Gitmo to greater transparency.

The way the Craig matter was handled sent a chill through some Obama supporters, reminding them of the icy manner in which the Clintons cut loose Kimba Wood and Lani Guinier. But then, Obama is surrounded by many old Clinton hands (and a Clinton).

Writing in Politico, Elizabeth Drew called it “the shabbiest episode of his presidency,” saying that it had caused people who had helped Obama rise to question whether he would behave in as classy and non-Clintonian a fashion as they had hoped.

It recalled Obama’s failure to lift a finger to help Caroline Kennedy — after she had lifted him at a crucial moment — when the loopy Gov. David Paterson was dragging her through mud and refusing to announce a decision on the appointment for the New York Senate seat. Paterson was being lobbied by a vengeful Bill Clinton. Bill was still upset at Caroline for bestowing the Camelot mantle, which he had tried to claim during his campaigns, on Obama. Yet no one from the Obama camp tried to counteract Bill and straighten out Paterson.

Although a handful of donors were invited to the premiere state dinner Tuesday night — as well as erstwhile allies Craig and Hillary — many donors and passionate supporters are let down by Obama’s detachment, puzzled at his failure to make them feel invested when he’s certain to come back to tap their well soon enough.

It is especially puzzling given that Obama faces tough midterms and a less-than-certain re-election — and given that we all now know someone on the unemployment line. (A new poll shows Obama and Sarah Palin neck and neck among independents, but then it is a Fox survey.)

Bill Clinton may not have cared any more about contributors than Obama does, but he was such a talented politician that he made them feel as though they were in “a warm bath,” as one put it.

Obama is more like a cold shower.

El Imperativo, ese modo de nuestro lenguaje tan dañado y olvidado sólo por el hecho de ser especial, “complicado”, educado y elegante… Según mi propia experiencia calculo que tres de cada cuatro castellanoparlantes lo usan mal o desconocen su existencia pero bueno, tampoco podemos exigir más a una sociedad cuyo futuro gira en torno a gorras inclinadas y calcetines por encima del pantalón.

En fin, no es por ser pedante o extremadamente estricto (a.k.a. talibán ortográfico) pero al tratar de advertirle a alguien su error muchas veces, acorde con su condición ibérica (esa que rezuma posesión permanente de la razón y de un par de cojones), se atreven a corregirte o se niegan en rotundo a aceptarlo convirtiendo el asunto en causa perdida…

A El Hipnosapo no le hace falta el Modo Imperativo. A nosotros sí.

Así que no me crucifiques. No soy ningún experto en lengua castellana, es más, me costaba aprobarla en el instituto pero a pesar de sufrir cierto leísmo siempre intento hablar lo mejor que puedo. La razón es sencilla: nuestro idioma se iría a la puta mierda se echaría a perder y dejaría de ser tan homogéneo, cojones.

Así que bueno, seré connivente una vez más (cosa que El Hipnosapo jamás haría) y lo explicaré para quien le interese:

El error más común con el Imperativo concierne a la segunda persona del plural (vosotros). Es tan sencillo como darse cuenta de que incluye o termina en -d y no en -r.

Correcto: dádmelo, venid, obedeced, aprendedlo…

Incorrecto: dármelo, venir, obedecer, aprenderlo…

En general el modo se puede resumir en esta tabla:

Fin. Al menos lo he intentado y me he desahogado. Si quieres conocer más acerca de él y unirte a esta causa perdida date una vuelta por aquí, por aquí o incluso por aquí.

What happened? Is it because Teh One is far away and his magical powers dim with the distance?

Tweety calls Obama “Carteresque”

s the Obama White House sending some Carteresque signals these days? Some see that in the deep bow to the Emperor of Japan, an unforced error say critics. Then there was, there was what happened in China: Obama got nothing in the way of concessions over there in spite of playing the polite visitor.

SNL attempted to make those points but got lost in sophomoric sex jokes

MoDo, much as she patronizes that woman, Palin – she ends up comparing her favorably to Obama right after piling on him Cheney’s and others criticisms:

Dither, dither, speech. Foreign trip, bow, reassure. Seminar, summit. Shoot a jump shot with the guys, throw out the first pitch in mom jeans. Compromise, concede, close the deal. Dither, dither, water down, news conference.

and stunningly

Palin can be stupefyingly simplistic, but she seems dynamic. Obama is impressively complex but he seems static.

She nurtures her grass roots while he neglects his.

He struggles to transcend identity politics while she wallows in them.

How the mighty have fallen! MoDo thinks he’s worse than a woman? Woa! harsh!

The more relevant grumble comes of course from Krugman who seems to be recovering from the last koolaid injection

deficit reduction, not job creation, will be the centerpiece of his first State of the Union address. What happened?It took me a while to puzzle this out. But the concerns Mr. Obama expressed become comprehensible if you suppose that he’s getting his views, directly or indirectly, from Wall Street.

Took him 4 days to catch up with Dakincat at the Confluence – kids don’t do koolaid!

And in the real world, Blackwater – which according to Obama “got a bad rap” is now getting a secret get out of jail card from their admirer

A one-paragraph notice filed Friday says only that prosecutors have asked that the case against Nicholas Slatten of Sparta, Tenn., be dropped. The government’s detailed request to the court was filed with the judge and with the defendant, but was not made public.

Man, their security detail for Obama’s Iraq visit last year must have been something else!

Also, in the Senate, they are getting ready to dump the meager, symbolic ineffectual public option to satisfy the unsatisfiable.

Yeah, Stupak has a very good chance of being undone by these guys. Me thinks they’ll add a cherry on top instead. Like daily beatings for women contemplating abortions.

Nicholas Kristof has the day off today, so we have three.  MoDo seems to have succeeded, once again, in making a buffoon of herself by firing off a column and letting it run even after news events have blown up in her face.  I would have pulled “Visceral Has Its Value” after La Palin left her fans freezing in the rain at her book signing, but MoDo still maintains that Barack Obama, who once had his own electric book tour testing the waters for a campaign, could learn a thing or three from Sarah Palin.  [snort]  The Moustache of Wisdom, in “Advice From Grandma,” says a great power that can only produce suboptimal responses to its biggest challenges will, in time, fade from being a great power.  Mr. Rich gives us “The Pit Bull in the China Shop,” and says Sarah Palin is far and away the most important brand in American politics after Barack Obama. Her 15 minutes is far from up.  Here’s MoDo:

It’s easy to dismiss Sarah Palin.

She’s back on the trail, with the tumbling hair and tumbling thoughts. The queen of the scenic strip mall known as Wasilla now reigns over thrilled subjects thronging to a politically strategic swath of American strip malls.

The conservative celebrity clearly hasn’t boned up on anything, except her own endless odyssey of self-discovery. And she still has that Yoda-like syntax.

“And I think more of a concern has been not within the campaign the mistakes that were made, not being able to react to the circumstances that those mistakes created in a real positive and professional and helpful way for John McCain,” she told Bill O’Reilly.

Yet Democrats would be foolish to write off her visceral power.

As Judith Doctor, a 69-year-old spiritual therapist, told The Washington Post’s Jason Horowitz at Palin’s book signing in Grand Rapids, Mich., “She’s alive inside, and that radiates energy, and people who are not psychologically alive inside are fascinated by that.”

Barack Obama, who once had his own electric book tour testing the waters for a campaign, could learn a thing or three from Palin. On Friday, for the first time, his Gallup poll approval rating dropped below 50 percent, and he’s losing the independents who helped get him elected.

He’s a highly intelligent man with a highly functioning West Wing, and he’s likable, but he’s not connecting on the gut level that could help him succeed.

The animating spirit that electrified his political movement has sputtered out.

People need to understand what the president is thinking as he maneuvers the treacherous terrain of a lopsided economic recovery and two depleting wars.

Like Reagan, Obama is a detached loner with a strong, savvy wife. But unlike Reagan, he doesn’t have the acting skills to project concern about what’s happening to people.

Obama showed a flair for the theatrical during his campaign, and a talent for narrative in his memoir, but he has yet to translate those skills to governing.

As with the debates, he seems resistant to the idea that perception, as well as substance, matters. Obama so values pragmatism, and is so immersed in the thorny details of legislative compromises, that he may be undervaluing the connective bonds of simpler truths.

Americans who are hurting get angry when they learn that Timothy Geithner, as head of the New York Fed before becoming Treasury secretary, caved to the insistence of Goldman Sachs and other A.I.G. trading partners that they get 100 cents on the dollar when he could have struck a far better bargain for taxpayers.

If we could see a Reduced Shakespeare summary of Obama’s presidency so far, it would read:

Dither, dither, speech. Foreign trip, bow, reassure. Seminar, summit. Shoot a jump shot with the guys, throw out the first pitch in mom jeans. Compromise, concede, close the deal. Dither, dither, water down, news conference.

It’s time for the president to reinvent this formula and convey a more three-dimensional person.

Palin can be stupefyingly simplistic, but she seems dynamic. Obama is impressively complex but he seems static.

She nurtures her grass roots while he neglects his.

He struggles to transcend identity politics while she wallows in them. As he builds an emotional moat around himself, she exuberantly pushes whatever she has, warts and all — the good looks, the tabloid-perfect family, the Alaska quirkiness, the kids with the weird names.

Just like the disastrous and anti-intellectual W., this Visceral One never doubts herself. The Cerebral One welcomes doubt.

On Afghanistan, Palin says, W-like, that the president should simply give Gen. Stanley McChrystal a blank check. But Afghanistan is a wrenching decision, and we do need the closest exit ramp. So the president should get credit for standing back and studying the issue, and for not rubber-stamping the generals’ predictable urge to surge. But the way he has handled the perception part has allowed critics — including generals — to cast him as indecisive.

McChrystal and Gen. David Petraeus should have been giving their best advice to Obama — and airing their view against scaling down in Afghanistan — in confidence. Instead, McChrystal pushed his opinion in a speech in London, and Petraeus has discussed his feelings in private sessions with reporters. This creates a “Seven Days in May” syndrome, where the two generals are, in effect, lobbying against the president and undercutting him as he’s trying to make a painfully complex, life-and-death decision.

This time, Obama should adopt Palin’s straight-from-the-gut approach, call the generals into the Oval and tell them, “Your pie-holes you will shut or rise higher you will not. Because, dang it, the president I am!”

How long, NYT, how long?  Put her out to pasture.  Please.  Here’s The Moustache of Wisdom:

President Obama’s visit to China this week inevitably invites comparisons between the world’s two leading powers. You know what they say: Britain owned the 19th century, America owned the 20th century, and, it’s all but certain that China will own the 21st century. Maybe, but I’m not ready to cede the 21st century to China just yet.

Why not? It has to do with the fact that we are moving into a hyperintegrated world in which all aspects of production — raw materials, design, manufacturing, distribution, fulfillment, financing and branding — have become commodities that can be accessed from anywhere by anyone. But there are still two really important things that can’t be commoditized. Fortunately, America still has one of them: imagination.

What your citizens imagine now matters more than ever because they can act on their own imaginations farther, faster, deeper and cheaper than ever before — as individuals. In such a world, societies that can nurture people with the ability to imagine and spin off new ideas will thrive. The Apple iPod may be made in China, but it was dreamed up in America, and that’s where most of the profits go. America — with its open, free, no-limits, immigrant-friendly society — is still the world’s greatest dream machine.

Who would cede a century in which imagination will have such a high value to an authoritarian society that controls its Internet and jails political prisoners? Remember what Grandma used to say: Never cede a century to a country that censors Google.

But while our culture of imagination is still vibrant, the other critical factor that still differentiates countries today — and is not a commodity — is good governance, which can harness creativity. And that we may be losing. I am talking about the ability of a society’s leaders to think long term, address their problems with the optimal legislation and attract capable people into government. What I increasingly fear today is that America is only able to produce “suboptimal” responses to its biggest problems — education, debt, financial regulation, health care, energy and environment.

Why? Because at least six things have come together to fracture our public space and paralyze our ability to forge optimal solutions: 1) Money in politics has become so pervasive that lawmakers have to spend most of their time raising it, selling their souls to those who have it or defending themselves from the smallest interest groups with deep pockets that can trump the national interest.

2) The gerrymandering of political districts means politicians of each party can now choose their own voters and never have to appeal to the center.

3) The cable TV culture encourages shouting and segregating people into their own political echo chambers.

4) A permanent presidential campaign leaves little time for governing.

5) The Internet, which, at its best, provides a check on elites and establishments and opens the way for new voices and, which, at its worst provides a home for every extreme view and spawns digital lynch mobs from across the political spectrum that attack anyone who departs from their specific orthodoxy.

6) A U.S. business community that has become so globalized that it only comes to Washington to lobby for its own narrow interests; it rarely speaks out anymore in defense of national issues like health care, education and open markets.

These six factors are pushing our system, which was designed to have divided powers and to force compromises, into the realm of paralysis. To get anything big done now, we have to generate so many compromises — couched in 1,000-plus-page bills — with so many different interest groups that the solutions are totally suboptimal. We just get the sum of all interest groups.

The miniversion of this is California, which, as others have noted, is becoming America’s biggest “failed state.” Californians had hoped they could overcome their dysfunctional system by electing an outsider, a former movie star, Arnold Schwarzenegger. He would slay the system, like the Terminator. But he couldn’t.

Mr. Obama was elected for similar reasons. People had hoped that his unique story, personality and speaking skills could bring the country together, overcome paralysis and deliver nation-building at home. A lot of the disappointment settling in among Obama voters today is prompted by their dawning realization that maybe, like Arnold, he can’t.

China’s leaders, using authoritarian means, still can. They don’t have to always settle for suboptimal. So what do we do?

The standard answer is that we need better leaders. The real answer is that we need better citizens. We need citizens who will convey to their leaders that they are ready to sacrifice, even pay, yes, higher taxes, and will not punish politicians who ask them to do the hard things. Otherwise, folks, we’re in trouble. A great power that can only produce suboptimal responses to its biggest challenges will, in time, fade from being a great power — no matter how much imagination it generates.

Grandma said that, too.

And now here’s Mr. Rich:

At last the American right and left have one issue they unequivocally agree on: You don’t actually have to read Sarah Palin’s book to have an opinion about it. Last Sunday Liz Cheney praised “Going Rogue” as “well-written” on Fox News even though, by her own account, she had sampled only “parts” of it. On Tuesday, Ana Marie Cox, a correspondent for Air America, belittled the book in The Washington Post while confessing that she couldn’t claim to have “completely” read it.

“Going Rogue” will hardly be the first best seller embraced by millions for talismanic rather than literary ends. And I am not recommending that others follow my example and slog through its 400-plus pages, especially since its supposed revelations have been picked through 24/7 for a week. But sometimes I wonder if anyone has read all of what Palin would call the “dang” thing. Some of the book’s most illuminating tics have been mentioned barely — if at all — by either its fans or foes. Palin is far and away the most important brand in American politics after Barack Obama, and attention must be paid. Those who wishfully think her 15 minutes are up are deluding themselves.

The book’s biggest surprise is Palin’s wide-eyed infatuation with show-business celebrities. You get nearly as much face time with Tina Fey and the cast of “Saturday Night Live” in “Going Rogue” as you do with John McCain. We learn how happy Palin was to receive calls from Bono and Warren Beatty “to share ideas and insights.” We wade through star-struck lists of campaign cameos by Robert Duvall, Jon Voight (who “blew us away”), Naomi Judd, Gary Sinise and Kelsey Grammer, among many others. Then there are the acknowledgments at the book’s end, where Palin reveals that her intimacy with media stars is such that she can air-kiss them on a first-name basis, from Greta to Laura to Rush.

Equally revealing is the one boldfaced name conspicuously left unmentioned in the book: Levi Johnston, the father of Palin’s grandchild. Though Palin and McCain milked him for photo ops at the Republican convention, he is persona non grata now that he’s taking off his campaign wardrobe. Is Johnston’s fledgling porn career the problem, or is it his public threats to strip bare Palin family secrets as well? “She knows what I got on her” is how he put it. In Palin’s interview with Oprah last week, it was questioning about Johnston, not Katie Couric, that made her nervous.

The book’s most frequently dropped names, predictably enough, are the Lord and Ronald Reagan (though not necessarily in that order). Easily the most startling passage in “Going Rogue,” running more than two pages, collates extended excerpts from a prayerful letter Palin wrote to mark the birth of Trig, her child with Down syndrome. This missive’s understandable goal was to reassert Palin’s faith and trust in God. But Palin did not write her letter to God; she wrote the letter from God, assuming His role and voice herself and signing it “Trig’s Creator, Your Heavenly Father.” If I may say so — Oy!

Even by the standard of politicians, this is a woman with an outsized ego. Combine that with her performance skills and an insatiable hunger for the limelight, and you can see why she will not stay in Wasilla now that she’s seen 30 Rock. The question journalists repeatedly asked last week — What are Palin’s plans for 2012? — is a red herring. Palin has no obligation to answer it. She is the pit bull in the china shop of American politics, and she can do what she wants, on her own timeline, all the while raking in the big bucks she couldn’t as a sitting governor. No one, least of all her own political party, can control her.

The fact-checking siege of “Going Rogue” — by the media, Democrats and aggrieved McCain campaign operatives alike — is another fruitless sideshow. Palin’s political appeal has never had anything to do with facts — or coherent policy positions. The more she is attacked for not being in possession of pointy-headed erudition, the more powerful she becomes as an avatar of the anti-elite cause. As Rich Lowry, the editor of National Review, has correctly observed, “She represents less a philosophical strain on the right than an affect and a demographic.”

That demographic is white and non-urban: Just look at the stops and the faces on her carefully calibrated book tour. The affect is emotional — the angry air of grievance that emerged first at her campaign rallies in 2008, with their shrieked threats to Obama, and that has since resurfaced in the Hitler-fixated “tea party” movement (which she endorses in her book). It’s a politics of victimization and sloganeering with no policy solutions required beyond the conservative mantra of No Taxes. Its standard-bearer can make stuff up with impunity: “Thanks, but no thanks on that bridge to nowhere”; Obama’s “palling around with terrorists”; health care “death panels.”

After the Palin-McCain ticket lost, conservative pundits admonished her to start studying the issues. If “Going Rogue” and its promotional interviews are any indication, she has ignored their entreaties during her months at liberty. Last week, Greta Van Susteren chastised Oprah for not asking Palin “one policy question,” but when Barbara Walters did ask some, Palin either recycled Dick Cheney verbatim (Obama is “dithering”) or ran aground. Her argument for why “Jewish settlements” should be expanded on the West Bank was that “more and more Jewish people will be flocking to Israel in the days and weeks and months ahead.” It was unclear what she was talking about — unless it was the “rapture” theology that requires the mass return of Jews to settle the Holy Land as a precondition for the return of Christ.

The discredited neocon hacks who have latched on to Palin as a potential ticket back into power have their work cut out for them. But it’s better for Palin’s purposes to remain as blank a slate as possible anyway. Some of her most ardent supporters realize that she’ll drive still more independent voters away if she fills in too many details. And so Matthew Continetti, the author of the just-published “Persecution of Sarah Palin” and her most persistent cheerleader after William Kristol, wrote in The Wall Street Journal that her role model for 2012 should be Bob McDonnell, the new Republican governor-elect of Virginia, who won on “a bipartisan, center-right approach.”

What Continetti means is that Palin could still somehow fudge her history as McDonnell did; his campaign kept his career-long history as a political acolyte and financial beneficiary of Pat Robertson on the down-low. Even the far right has figured out that homophobia is a turnoff to swing voters, which is why Palin goes out of her way in “Going Rogue” to remind us she has her very own lesbian friend. (What’s left unsaid is that the book’s credited ghost writer, Lynn Vincent, labeled homosexuality as “deviance” in her own writings for World, the evangelical magazine.)

But no matter how much Palin tries to pass for “center-right,” she’s unlikely to fool that vast pool of voters left, right and center who have already written her off as unqualified for the White House. The G.O.P. establishment knows this, and is frightened. The demographic that Palin attracts is in decline; there’s no way the math of her fan base adds up to an Electoral College victory.

Yet among Republicans she still ties Mitt Romney in the latest USA Today/Gallup survey, with 65 percent giving her serious presidential consideration, just behind the 71 for her evangelical rival, Mike Huckabee. The crowds lining up in the cold for her book tour are likely to be the most motivated to line up at the polls in G.O.P. primaries. They don’t speak the same language as Romney, Tim Pawlenty, Michael Steele, Mitch McConnell, John Boehner or, for that matter, McCain. They are more likely to heed Palin salesmen like Glenn Beck and Rush Limbaugh than baffled Bush administration grandees like Peter Wehner, who last week called Palin “a cultural figure much more than a political one” on the Web site of the establishment conservative organ Commentary.

Culture is politics. Palin is at the red-hot center of age-old American resentments that have boiled up both from the ascent of our first black president and from the intractability of the Great Recession for those Americans who haven’t benefited from bailouts. As Palin thrives on the ire of the left, so she does from the disdain of Republican leaders who, with a condescension rivaling the sexism they decry in liberals, belittle her as a lightweight or instruct her to eat think-tank spinach.

The only person who can derail Palin is Palin herself. Should she not self-destruct, she will doom G.O.P. hopes of a 2012 comeback. But the rest of the country cannot rest easy. The rage out there is larger than Palin and defies partisan labeling. Her ever-present booster Continetti, writing in The Weekly Standard, suggested that she recast the century-old populist outrage of William Jennings Bryan by adopting the message “You shall not crucify mankind upon the cross of Goldman Sachs.” If Obama can’t tamp down that rage across the political map, Palin will at the very least pave the way for a demagogue with less baggage to pick up her torch.

Now that is a scary thought…

Il Fatto Quotidiano ha realizzato uno spot che stà facendo girare su youtube.

Appena l’ho guardato mi è subito venuto in mente lo spot che ho visto in tv de Il Giornale.

Una leggera differenza nel modo di porsi, che dite?

P.S.: scusate per l’ audio del secondo video ma ho trovato solo questo.

Jag fick frågan idag om hur jag ser på det som nu omtalas som “tacklingen”…

Och…

Jag har tidigare varit sur på onödiga tacklingar. Onödiga, hur klockrena dom än är. Och onödiga då man på ett annat sätt kunnat avstyra det hot som den tacklade för stunden innebar. Visst är det skönt att se en riktig open-ice, en riktig bröstvärmare och en sån där höftis som gav Nordan en lååång rehab. Sköna, javisst men många av dom onödiga…

Hade inte Nordan hoppat hade kraften av Jannes rumpa (jo jag vet…) tagits upp av mer av Nordans kilon och han hade lirat tvivelaktig hockey i Frölunda idag. Hade Ullström funderat en millisekund till hade Ove Molin inte käkat sarg på det vis han gjorde och hur farlig var han där han halvlåg egentligen…? Hade Molinder igår valt att screena bort Chris hade det varit lika bra som det alternativ han nu valde. Utvisning, kanske en interference men med ett roligare resultat för både Chris och matchen. Säkert också för Molinder som ändå inte ska kapas då tacklingen är klockren, men onödig…

Den är INTE mot huvudet och den är INTE på icke puckförande spelare. Jo det där sista kan diskuteras men pucken spelas MOT Chris och vi alla tror att han ska få den. Men inte… Molinder är “före sin tid” och tänker att nu jävlar… Och så blir det så fel…

Visst kan vi nöta ut tangentbordet och hata Molinder men till vilken nytta då…? Han gör det han ska och Chris missar kollen, han har inte en susning om att det kommer ett ton i farlig fart i hans väg. Rusar rakt på och det tar minst sagt stopp…

I min hockeyvärld gör inte Molinder fel. Han tar bara ett onödigt beslut. Ett beslut som ska värderas med tanke på att vi alla älskar en riktig bröstvärmare och visst var det en skön tackling ända till huvudet slog i och tog ont…

Det riktiga felet gör hela Luleå Hockey som inte står upp för Chris, ja Cam gör det men han hoppar ju mest som en äggsjuk Modig… Psykologi är viktig i hockey och hade man reagerat tidigare så hade domaren påverkats mer och kanske agerat fortare och vi hade haft en annan utgång på utvisningarna. Rätt eller fel..??? Säg det…!

Roger Rönnberg…! Står där med ondögat mot domaren och vi blir lika rädda som om snövit rört på sig. AGERA för helvete. Sprid signaler, påverka med kroppsspråk… Boorken gick ut på isen och gav hela världen fingret… DET är att agera… Inte stå med armarna i kors och bliga surt som Forrest Gump… (Tack Jenny) Det HJÄLPER ju föga och att ha en svag chef är det värsta som finns…

Nu skiter vi i det här. Jag tar en vinare, Molinder en funderare, Chris tar en treo och Cam något lugnande… Rönnberg har, i gott sällskap, tryckt en kebabrulle inför morgondagen… Det gav vinst senast…

Skål…

Har haft datorstrul ett tag, men nu hoppas jag att det löst sig. Det finns fan inget tråkigare än en dator som inte funkar som den ska.

Eller jo, det skulle möjligtvis vara Luleås form. Igår var det Foppa och hans Modo som våldtog Luleå rejält. Luleåspelarna tittade på och lät det hända med ett undantag – Cam Abbott. Han reagerade istället extremt kraftigt när hans bror blev överkörd av Andreas Molinder. Domaren, som hette Vomera eller nåt liknande, tyckte att Molinder interferade Chris och gav honom en tvåa för det. Man kan alltså tackla en icke puckförande spelare i huvudet så att blodvite uppstår och ändå komma undan med bara en tvåminutare…!? Undrar om alla domare håller med om det?
Eller det var ju dumt….det får vi ju aldrig veta eftersom domarnas skyddade verkstad innebär att alla håller varandra om ryggen och aldrig kan erkänna att någon kollega kanske fattade ett felaktigt beslut. Det känns en aning pajas att den svenska elitserien döms av en samling med klantar…

Cam Abbott som skulle hämnas fick en tvåa plus en tia för att han var rätt het på att slita sig loss från linjedomaren. Han fortsatte sedan leva rövare i utvisningsbåset och fick matchstraff. Hade han kommit i närheten av domare Vomera hade det nog inte blivit så roligt för varken Vomera, Cam eller Luleås fortsättning på säsongen.

Jag kan förstå att Cam blev upprörd och någonstans gilla att våra kanadensare är heta. Men det är för lätt för motståndarna att få dem ur matchen och därmed hamna i vinnarhålet. Eftersom domarna konsekvent tycker att skitfula tilltag är mindre allvarliga än om man lägger klubban bredvid en väl vadderad handske, så är det bara för motståndaren att köra över den ena tvillingen så vet man att den andre drar på sig ett matchstraff. Vips har 99 % av Luleås offensiva styrka försvunnit och man får en lugnare resa resten av matchen.

Även om Molinder igår förtjänade en rejäl uppläxning så är det fel att Cam ska behöva ta den. Det är bättre om Hellström gör det istället. Han briljerar knappast i det övriga spelet, så ett matchstraff på honom skadar inte på samma sätt.

I övrigt börjar det kännas lite jobbigt läge nu för Luleå. Man spelar inte alls bra i offensiven. Jonte Hedström fortsätter lysa med sin frånvaro, Olausson är bara bra i var fjärde match, Fabbe kämpar med uträttar inget och Lidhammar - som nu äntligen skulle ta steget – fortsätter att vara en utfyllnadslirare.
På backsidan spelar Berglund valpigt som få, Ejdepalm får fortsätta vara en säkerhetsrisk hur länge som helst och Hellström visade sig inte alls vara så stor och tuff i defensiven som man hoppades.

Pierre Johnsson är den enda spelaren som tacklas i Luleå och det måste man göra något åt. Varför svänger man undan istället för att tacklas? Luleå skulle ju vara tunga att möta, men backarna hos motståndarna får ingen press och inga tacklingar på sig överhuvudtaget.

Det känns trist att se Jonte Hedström av årgång 2009. Han är inte ens på samma planet som den Jonte vi kommer ihåg. Som han spelar nu så platsar han inte i laget, tyvärr. Jag hade hoppats så innerligt att han skulle hitta sig själv när han kom hit, men nu börjar jag verkligen tappa hoppet. Om han inte kommer igång före jul måste Osten fundera på om det går att bryta kontraktet. Men jag hoppas fortfarande och håller alla tummar för att Jonte hittar tillbaka till sin fräna och tuffa på gränsen-hockey.

När man tittar nedanför i tabellen så börjar det brännas lite. Luleå måste komma ur svackan nu, annars blir det en blue christmas….

Efter att ha målat fan på väggen, så ska jag säga så här: Man ska inte måla fan på väggen. Luleå har trots allt spelat bra tidigare och det gäller att hitta tillbaka till det snabbt. Nu väntar Frölunda imorgon som blandar fågel med fisk och man inte vad man ska vänta sig.
Låt oss hoppas att Luleå tar en trepoängare.

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Är det inte kontigt att Ulf Dahlén alltid slänger in Patric Blomdahl och hans hejdukar i slutet när matchen är förlorad? Blomdahls enda uppgift är att starta ett bråk.
I NHL är det inte tillåtet att slänga in bråkmakarna i slutsekunderna när matchen är avgjord. NHL-Dahlén tycker tydligen att den regeln är fjantig. Han ser dessutom alltid så himla förvånad ut att Blomdahl går in och grisar när matchen är avgjord. Varför? Det är ju du som har sagt åt honom att göra det.

Stäng av Dahlén.

Presentazione fumetto,
SABATO 21 NOVEMBRE 09, ore 18.30:

Don Zauker, Santo subito
un libro di Emiliano Pagani e Daniele Caluri
(DOUble SHOt edizioni)

Ne parleranno gli autori Emiliano Pagani e Daniele Caluri.

“Non appena l’uomo rifiuti il miracolo, subito rifiuterà anche Dio, giacché l’uomo va in cerca, non tanto di Dio, quanto dei miracoli e quindi, dato che rimanere senza miracoli eccede le capacità dell’uomo, questi si fabbricherà dei miracoli nuovi, a modo suo, e finirà col genuflettersi davanti al miracolo del ciarlatano, dinanzi al sortilegio della ciana, fosse pure mille volte ribelle, eretico e ateo.”
Fëdor Dostoevskij – “I Fratelli Karamazov”

E se qualcuno avesse imparato il trucco?

Un piccolo paesino del profondo sud si trova al centro di uno scontro tra le due potentissime organizzazioni che da sempre controllano il territorio italiano: il Vaticano e la Malavita Organizzata. C’è differenza tra un predicatore e un imbroglione? Tra un esorcismo ed un rapporto sadomaso? Tra un politico corrotto e un criminale? Così, tra mafiosi devoti, assassini ignoranti, cardinali arroganti, contadini superstiziosi, politici speculatori e qualche culo rotto, ha origine il mito di Don Zauker.

> Per saperne di più…

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Hur tråkigt får vädret vara egentligen? Nu har det, ta mig tusan, varit grått och trist hur länge som helst. Läste i Metro att vi har haft 3,5 timme sol i november här i Stockholmstrakten. Inte undra på att man känner sig nere och sjukare än man antagligen är. Gick över till brorsan och fikade förut så tog jag den här bilden.

Ovanpå detta förbaskade väder så har folk omkring en börjat snacka jul. Mina barn och min käre make köpte en flaska glögg, alkoholfri, på Maxi och tar sig en liten mugg varje kväll. Det är inte ens första advent. Okej, jag vill ha lite tradition när det gäller vissa saker annars har man ju inget att längta till. Vi kan ju lika gärna dricka glögg och julmust året runt, käka semlor till midsommar, dansa runt midsommarstången till Allhelgonaafton med mera.

Jo, jag har börjat i liten skala. Jag har inhandlat julkorten. Vanligen så brukar jag göra mina egna julkort på det ena eller andra sättet men i år skiter jag i det. Jag stöttar Cancerfonden istället.

Vill härmed meddela att Modo har slagit Luleå med 4 – 0. Foppa gjorde 2 mål och 1 assist. Snacka om att laget har lyft sig sen han gick in i laget. Hoppas att det fortsätter. Men nu ska jag njuta av den här segern.

Presentazione libri,
VENERDI’ 20 NOVEMBRE 2009, ore 21.00:

Giù la piazza non c’è nessuno
un libro di Dolores Prato
(Quodlibet)

Per Dolores Prato:
Francesca Rossi Brunori legge alcune pagine dal romanzo Giù la piazza non c’è nessuno, accompagnata dal sassofono di Dimitri Grechi Espinoza.

Interviene Elena Frontaloni, dell’Università di Macerata.

«Certo che Giù la piazza non c’è nessuno è un libro di una bellezza che fa male. A “scoprirlo” ci si sente in colpa, per non essersene accorti prima.» — Elena Loewenthal

«Sono nata sotto un tavolino. Mi ci ero nascosta perché il portone aveva sbattuto, dunque lo zio rientrava. Lo zio aveva dett “Rimandala a sua madre, non vedi che ci muore in casa?”. Ambiente non c’era intorno, visi neppure, solo quella voce. Madre, muore, nessun significato, ma rimandala sì, rimandala voleva dire mettila fuori della porta. Rimandala voleva dire mettermi fuori del portone e richiuderlo.» – Dolores Prato

«Alla Ginzburg sono sempre stata, lo sono e continuerò ad esserlo, gratissima. […] Lei ha sempre amato questo libro, con quelle manomissioni voleva renderlo più accessibile. Io salto i verbi come se qualcuno mi corresse dietro; i miei passaggi sono ponti levatoi mai abbassati; lei riduceva più intellegibile il mio modo di scrivere; ma io preferivo tenermi i miei difetti. Avevamo ragione tutte e due». Sono alcune righe scritte da Dolores Prato nel 1980 al direttore dell’«Espresso», in risposta a un articolo in cui veniva definita «rabbiosa» nei confronti di Natalia Ginzburg. Alle spalle di questa precisazione c’è una vicenda editoriale divenuta pubblica: le oltre millecinquecento cartelle di Giù la piazza non c’è nessuno consegnate nel 1979, di fretta, dall’ottantenne Dolores Prato a Natalia Ginzburg, vennero ridotte, per esigenze editoriali, a sole trecento pagine, pubblicate da Einaudi nel giugno 1980. L’autrice, scontenta dell’edizione parziale, continuò a rivedere il testo e preparò un nuovo dattiloscritto, il quale venne pubblicato nel 1997 da Giorgio Zampa, nella versione integrale qui riproposta.
Giù la piazza non c’è nessuno racconta di un’infanzia primonovecentesca trascorsa ai bordi d’Italia (tra case e volti di Treia, un borgo dell’entroterra marchigiano), insieme a una miriade di oggetti e parole disperse, a uno zio mezzo prete, mezzo pittore, mezzo alchimista e a una zia nubile dalle strane acconciature, sorpresa a leggere e rileggere Madame Bovary. La bambina che guida la penna della vegliarda non ha mai saputo, non sa perché ha una madre che non si comporta da madre, essendo tale funzione esercitata da una zia che all’ufficio materno mal s’adatta. Lo zio fa da padre, manifestando un amore quieto e misterioso per la piccola che gli cresce accanto scostante, chiusa, restia a chiedere come e perché venisse allevata da quasi estranei.

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Match i kväll och det är väl som rubriken antyder som många ser det… Visst är det lite kul med en av våra största stjärnor genom tiderna på svensk is igen, ja is överhuvdtaget, men hur stor respekt ska vi visa honom…? Han är en i laget och har inte fler ben än någon annan, tvärtom lite mindre fot. Han är Foppa med hela svenska folket och Peter the great med en relativt enad och ganska hockeyhappy hockeyvärld…

För visst har han bjudit på en del genom åren och visst är han en talang och spelare med ett unikt något magiskt över sig…

Men…

Han skiter han också, och med det menar jag att han är ingen övermänniska utan bara en som kan (kunde) och framför allt VILL hockey lite mer än dom festa andra… Nu ska vi möta Lag Foppa. Förut mötte vi Modo men nu är det “Lag Foppa” som gäller. Eller…? Lite Curling över det hela och då passar det väl rätt bra att vi sopar banan med Lag Foppa…

Hur…? Ring och fråga Peter Nordström… Han vet hur man oskadliggör Foppa, eller “oskadliggör” kanske är fel ord. Ett litet rapp över handleden bara så har man för evig tid inhämtat mitt förakt… Men om nu Hellboy eller någon annan skickar den räddande ängeln in i sargen med en farlig fart och gott om kraft och visar att här räds ingen bara för att han en gång i tiden varit skitbra. Nej nu är han en toffelhjälte som vi andra och ska tas på samma sätt och lika villkor…

Häng på honom bara, irritera honom lite mer än vanligt. Lätt förbannad är han grymt bra. Riktigt förbanand sitter han och tuggar tandskydd i 10-minutersintervaller…

Om vi slår Lag Foppa ikväll…? Nej, men vi vinner mot Modo för det är ju dom vi möter…

“Toffelhjälte”…. Moahahahahahhaaa…

In “Rogue American Woman” MoDo is poring over Sarah Palin’s book to find anything in common with this apotheosis of traditional American values.  The Moustache of Wisdom, in “What They Really Believe,” says clean energy opponents believe global warming doesn’t exist because that is the only way their arguments make sense.  Here’s MoDo:

Of course, the subtitle of Sarah Palin’s book is “An American Life.”

Because she is the lovely avatar of real Americans — ordinary, hard-working, God-fearing, common-sense, good, ordinary, real Americans.

If you are not living an American life, you are, to use a Palin coinage, living “bass-ackwards.”

Palin is so determinedly American that, when she went into labor with Willow on the Fourth of July while kayaking on Memory Lake in Wasilla, she writes, “I so wanted a patriotic baby that I paddled as hard as I could to speed up the contractions, but she held out until the next day.”

I approached reading her book with trepidation, worried I might learn that I am not a real American, dang it, just another dreaded, jaded “enlightened elite.”

I was born and live in Washington, D.C., after all. Now you’d think that this would be a rather patriotic city to call home, but Palin paints it as a cross between Sodom and Dante’s Fifth Circle.

Here is what the former Alaska governor censoriously writes about “shenanigans” in two capital cities: “Politically, Juneau always had a reputation for being a lot like Animal House: drinking and bowling, drunken brawls, countless affairs, and garden variety lunchtime trysts. It’s been known at times to be like a frat house filled with freshmen away from their parents for the very first time. At other times, the capital city’s underside was even darker: clandestine political liaisons and secret meetings, unethical deeds and downright illegal acts.”

She concludes: “In short, it was a lot like Washington, D.C.”

Indeed, Sarah explains that the reason she wanted to join the McCain campaign was because she and Todd could contribute something rare and special: “We are everyday Americans.”

“We felt our very normalcy, our status as ordinary Americans,” she writes, “could be a much-needed fresh breeze blowing into Washington, D.C.”

It is also real hard to be a real, ordinary, hard-working American if you are part of “what used to be called ‘mainstream’ national media,” as Sarah scornfully writes. “The time has come to acknowledge that it is counterfeit objectivity the liberal media try to sell consumers,” she says. “A period in the great American experiment has passed.”

I was beginning to panic. I pored over the book to see if there was anything that I shared in common with this apotheosis of traditional American values.

We both had what Palin calls “a love of the written word” and we both won Veterans of Foreign Wars writing contests as children.

We both read “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz” and “Animal Farm.”

We both came from families that loved Ronald Reagan, drove Ramblers and watched “The Lawrence Welk Show” and “The Wonderful World of Disney” on Sunday nights.

Palin’s father offered to let her hold some moose eyes. My dad came from Ireland, where they ate sheep eyes soup.

Sarah and I both banged on the upright piano in the living room and twirled around to “The Sound of Music.”

We both grew up loving Hershey’s bars and bacon and steak. As Sarah explains her carnivore philosophy: “I always remind people from outside our state that there’s plenty of room for all Alaska’s animals — right next to the mashed potatoes.”

She hunted moose, and I hunted for Bullwinkle on TV.

We both belonged to the scouts, were baby sitters and kept diaries. (Of course, I was writing about making Jiffy Pop, and she, stacking firewood.)

We both now have stressful lives where we sometimes, as she puts it, want “a wife” to organize things. And we both went through an Ann Taylor period before discovering Dolce & Gabbana at consignment shops.

I can empathize with Palin, bless her heart, when she observes: “After a while some of the giddy gets knocked right out of you.”

I must be somewhat American because I agreed with Palin that she was undercut by Nicolle Wallace, one of the aides sent by John McCain to do the “My Fair Lady” makeover.

Wallace had had a contract at CBS News and was determined to get the big interview for Katie Couric, even if it meant leading the lamb to slaughter, telling Palin that “the Perky One,” as Palin called Couric, was insecure (presumably because of her low ratings) and that she would do a short-and-sweet chat about balancing motherhood and a career.

But Palin should have been smart enough to know that Couric has had a reputation for decades for being a tough interviewer, and that she wasn’t going to whiff on a chance like that. And despite Palin’s all-American paranoia, it is common practice to ask presidential candidates what they read.

I also agree with Palin that the McCain high command should not have barred the Palin kids, including media darling Piper, from the stage the night of McCain’s concession speech.

Nobody puts Piper in a corner.

Here’s The Moustache of Wisdom:

If you follow the debate around the energy/climate bills working through Congress you will notice that the drill-baby-drill opponents of this legislation are now making two claims. One is that the globe has been cooling lately, not warming, and the other is that America simply can’t afford any kind of cap-and-trade/carbon tax.

But here is what they also surely believe, but are not saying: They believe the world is going to face a mass plague, like the Black Death, that will wipe out 2.5 billion people sometime between now and 2050. They believe it is much better for America that the world be dependent on oil for energy — a commodity largely controlled by countries that hate us and can only go up in price as demand increases — rather than on clean power technologies that are controlled by us and only go down in price as demand increases. And, finally, they believe that people in the developing world are very happy being poor — just give them a little running water and electricity and they’ll be fine. They’ll never want to live like us.

Yes, the opponents of any tax on carbon to stimulate alternatives to oil must believe all these things because that is the only way their arguments make any sense. Let me explain why by first explaining how I look at this issue.

I am a clean-energy hawk. Green for me is not just about recycling garbage but about renewing America. That is why I have been saying “green is the new red, white and blue.”

My argument is simple: I think climate change is real. You don’t? That’s your business. But there are two other huge trends barreling down on us with energy implications that you simply can’t deny. And the way to renew America is for us to take the lead and invent the technologies to address these problems.

The first is that the world is getting crowded. According to the 2006 U.N. population report, “The world population will likely increase by 2.5 billion … passing from the current 6.7 billion to 9.2 billion in 2050. This increase is equivalent to the total size of the world population in 1950, and it will be absorbed mostly by the less developed regions, whose population is projected to rise from 5.4 billion in 2007 to 7.9 billion in 2050.”

The energy, climate, water and pollution implications of adding another 2.5 billion mouths to feed, clothe, house and transport will be staggering. And this is coming, unless, as the deniers apparently believe, a global pandemic or a mass outbreak of abstinence will freeze world population — forever.

Now, add one more thing. The world keeps getting flatter — more and more people can now see how we live, aspire to our lifestyle and even take our jobs so they can live how we live. So not only are we adding 2.5 billion people by 2050, but many more will live like “Americans” — with American-size homes, American-size cars, eating American-size Big Macs.

“What happens when developing nations with soaring vehicle populations get tens of millions of petroleum-powered cars at the same time as the global economy recovers and there’s no large global oil supply overhang?” asks Felix Kramer, the electric car expert who advocates electrifying the U.S. auto fleet and increasingly powering it with renewable energy sources. What happens, of course, is that the price of oil goes through the roof — unless we develop alternatives. The petro-dictators in Iran, Venezuela and Russia hope we don’t. They would only get richer.

So either the opponents of a serious energy/climate bill with a price on carbon don’t care about our being addicted to oil and dependent on petro-dictators forever or they really believe that we will not be adding 2.5 billion more people who want to live like us, so the price of oil won’t go up very far and, therefore, we shouldn’t raise taxes to stimulate clean, renewable alternatives and energy efficiency.

Green hawks believe otherwise. We believe that in a world getting warmer and more crowded with more “Americans,” the next great global industry is going to be E.T., or energy technology based on clean power and energy efficiency. It has to be. And we believe that the country that invents and deploys the most E.T. will enjoy the most economic security, energy security, national security, innovative companies and global respect. And we believe that country must be America. If not, our children will never enjoy the standard of living we did. And we believe the best way to launch E.T. is to set a fixed, long-term price on carbon — combine it with the Obama team’s impressive stimulus for green-tech — and then let the free market and innovation do the rest.

So, as I said, you don’t believe in global warming? You’re wrong, but I’ll let you enjoy it until your beach house gets washed away. But if you also don’t believe the world is getting more crowded with more aspiring Americans — and that ignoring that will play to the strength of our worst enemies, while responding to it with clean energy will play to the strength of our best technologies — then you’re willfully blind, and you’re hurting America’s future to boot.

Storie,
GIOVEDI’ 19 NOVEMBRE 2009, ore 21.30:

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  …det måste ha blivit nåt fel här! Jag och svägerskan har varit på hockey och tittat på när Modo med Foppa i spetsen krossade Brynäs…och Jens har vart hemma med ungarna och skött om läxläsning och matlagning, och svågern var hemma med deras ungar och skötte om städning och tårtbakning…He he he, här är man gift med världens sportfåne och JAG fick åka på hockey…hur det kan bli…

Dom två första perioderna gick tiden mest åt till att försöka fånga Foppa på bild…ska det va så svårt att stå still en liten stund så man kan få ett bra kort…va va va, är det för mycket begärt?

Jomenvisst, nummer 21, Foppa…

Foppa i ett väldigt gult sken…använd inte blixt i stora lokaler…

Oj nästan en framifrånbild på Foppa…

Jo men han är där nånstans i gröten, Foppa…

JAAAAAAAAAA, Brynäs gjorde första målet i matchen!!!!…trodde alla för ett ögonblick, sen var det nån konstig gubbe i randig tröja på isen som påstod att det inte var mål…vem var han? Ta bort honom!

Snudd på omöjligt att få en skarp Foppa på bild…han måste ha åkt grymt fort…eller så är det en dålig fotograf…men Brynäs killen är ganska skarp

Men så till sist då, ett hyfsat kort på Foppa-pojken…

Vilket lag håller jag på då? Brynäs så klart! Man kan faktiskt hålla på ett lag fast man är fullkomligt ointresserad av sport…om man blir ibankad det redan i småskolan…och hockey är ju lite kul för där blir det ju slagsmål ibland och då vaknar den lilla djävulen till liv i Lena     …och så kan jag bara konstatera att Foppa hade fel tröja på sig…han ska ju ha en svart/gul/röd tröja…kan inte nån tala om det för honom?

(Jag vet, jag blir lite till mig när jag rör mig bland kändisar )

The Peter Forsberg saga has been extended one more year. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought Foppa is making a run at Young and the Restless for the longest running soap opera. Like so many years past, Forsberg has created a buzz about where he will end up. In 2007-2008, he let the buzz drag on till February, when he signed with Colorado. Last season, he led us on until he finally announced that his foot was not healthy enough to play. Now this season, he ended the soap opera early by announcing that he is going to stay with his hometown team in MoDo and try to crack an NHL team next year.

Peter, spare us please. Would you retire already? I think I’ve heard enough about foot injuries. However, since I do not share the same opinion as most hockey fans, I hope all you Foppa fans will enjoy the following video. Hopefully it will hold you over until next year’s drama.

Ja många delar har det blivit i “Foppa, sagan om foten” och nu är ännu en del på G… Comeback i Modo och alla som är förvånade tar en cykeltur… Aha, ni läser vidare. Ingen på cykel… Även Markus Näslund kliver i overallen och ni cyklar fortfarande inte, nej…

Foppa tar med sig en polare och här var jag ute och funderade i dom termerna tidigare och det är väl ganska klokt och rätt självklart… Foppa vill ju knappast bara klara kontraktet och kvalserie finns väl inte i hans värld och kanske inte i Modos värld heller numera… Och i ett slutspel…!!! Jojo… Grattis alla Modofans som nu får svårt att sova på nätterna av en helt annan, förmodligen mycket roligare anledning…

Och gratis lirar dom också. Modohjärtan ut i aortan… Inte många såna killar i vår hockeyvärld inte…

Nu tror jag ju inte att man på grund av detta hämtar hem guldet i rasande och lekande fart. Men säg dom som inte håller på Modo som inte blev lite oroligare nu…? Fortfarande ingen på cykel…

Vad dom andra lagen tänker vete f-n… Men det är bara att gratulera Modo…

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Bilden ärligt lånad hos Ö-viks Allehanda. Foto: Markus Sandin

Peter Forsberg valde Modo. Han spelar redan ikväll mot Brynäs. Nu ska vi bara ha en målvakt som håller tätt också så kan nog grabbarna klättra uppåt i serien. Längre ned går ju inte att komma.

Någon som har problem med fredagen den 13:e? Inte jag. Har till och med bott på nummer 13 en stor del av mitt tidigare liv. Däremot hade jag en kompis som brukade råka ut för olyckor just dessa dagar. Fast när jag tänker efter så var hon ganska klantig jämt. Det var väl bara det att hon la märke lite extra till olyckorna på fredag den 13:e.

Läste i Aftonbladet om min favoritspelare, alla kategorier, Peter Foppa Forsberg. Kan bara böna och be på mina bara knän att han väljer Modo om foten känns bra. Snälla, snälla, snälla Peter välj Modo. Hoppas, hoppas, hoppas!

Annars i nyheterna så kan man läsa om Babyface-mannen som våldtagit och ofredat en massa kvinnor i Göteborgstrakten. De har tagit in en 15-åring.  En 15-åring är INTE en man, han är på gränsen till barn. Jag har själv en 15-årig son och visst, han är lång som en man, han har börjat raka sig lite lätt men i huvudet är han fortfarande mer barn än vuxen. Om det nu är denna 15-åring så är det bara tragiskt för alla inblandade. Tvivlar starkt att den grabben fått en vettig uppväxt.

Vattenfalls VD har visat sig vara en stor skit, precis som väldigt många andra i samma position. Det verkar som om dessa makthungirga och maktfullkomliga män (99,9% män) får en väldigt skev och felaktig verklighetsuppfattning efter ett tag i maktposition. Hur i helvete kan man skriva på ett avtal som ger motparten en chans att begära obegränsat med skadestånd i händelse av en olycka? Man måste ju vara helt intelligensbefriad om man gör en sådan sak. Nu ska han bytas ut mot en annan av alla dessa nissar i maktens korridorer och han får väl en “pension” på ett antal miljoner som tack för sina klantigheter. Det får de ju alltid och varför skulle han vara något undantag? Nä, Maudan får nog hålla många extra ögon på dessa företag som staten äger.

Tja, det var väl vad som har hänt i dagens tidning.

Vet ni om att solen faktiskt tittade fram ett par minuter idag? Funderar på att ordna ett midvinterblot snart. Vad jag förstår så var det ju ena riktiga partyn det. Kan bli lite svårt att hitta hästar och getter att offra. Det blir dessutom för kladdigt och stökigt så jag hoppar nog just den biten. Men resten kan ju kanske liva upp i vintermörkret. Har ni läste Johanne Hildebrandts böcker om Freja, Saga och vad hette sista boken nu igen? Attans, har glömt bort det och jag orkar inte gå upp till bokhyllorna och leta rätt på den. Men i alla fall, i de böckerna så beskriver hon riktigt häftiga fester till midvinterblotet och midsommarblotet. Fullt ös – medvetslös.

Ja, jag har sovit lite bättre i natt. Jag har bara vaknat 3-4 gånger i natt så jag känner mig lite bättre. Det kommer i och för sig inte att hindra mig från att somna till Idol ikväll. Men bara det att jag har orkat läsa och kommenterat lite nyheter säger ju en del. Nu ska jag njuta av resten av fredagskvällen, innan jag somnar i soffan alltså.

Önskar er alla en underbar och skön fredagskväll.

Reading,
DOMENICA 15 NOVEMBRE 2009, ore 21.00:

Nostra signora dei calzini
un libro (Seed edizioni) e uno spettacolo di Alessandra Racca

Una serata di poesie, mollette, fili stesi e… calzini
Ospite a sorpresa Guido Catalano

“Ecco come è successo il fattaccio, prima sono andata al mercato e ho comperato le calze. Poi ho scritto una poesia in cui io e la signora che vende i calzini discutevamo del perché i calzini si perdono. Poi le persone hanno iniziato a chiamarmi la Signora dei calzini.“

“Ci sono cose nella vita che uno ci pensa su. Cose pesanti e cose leggere. Ti capitano e hai bisogno di fermarle un attimo, di condensarle, appenderle e così appese guardarle: una dopo l’altra, finalmente lineari, semplici, come panni stesi…
…perciò è così che faccio, ho un filo di lana rossa e tanti calzini, ho cose da raccontare per ognuno di questi calzini, ho delle poesie. Racconto cose che mi sono capitate, leggo pensieri in forma di poesia e li appendo, con le mie mollette di legno, al filo di lana rossa. Quando il filo è pieno di calzini che penzolano, tutti le possono vedere queste cose: quelle cose della vita che ci penso sempre su.“

Alessandra Racca nasce il 14 gennaio 1979 e finisce in pieno negli anni ottanta, a guardare cartoni animati e a crescere un po’. Poco. Negli anni novanta studia greco. Col nuovo secolo si dimentica il greco, decide di studiare teatro al DAMS e anche di farlo. I biografi dicono che Alessandra abbia imparato a scrivere a soli 4 anni, in Italiano, non in greco. La prima parola che ha composto, Alessandra, se la ricorda bene: pescie. Alla prima, ne sono seguite altre. Alessandra non ha smesso di fare errori di ortografia, ma ha continuato a scrivere: teatro, racconti, filastrocche per bambini, sceneggiatura, poesia.
Incredibilmente, oltre a scrivere, è anche capace di leggere. Ha preso a farlo in pubblico con i reading Nostra signora dei calzini e Eroticismi.

Sul web: http://www.signoradeicalzini.it/

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