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I wanted to post last night but it was too late and I had other work to finish but I Gmailed myself a to-do list for my next post. In no particular order:
1)
Arlo Guthrie is playing tonight in Ithaca2) Podtech.net
podcast w/ Ray Kurweil, talking about the future of computing in our society: imagine always having the internet in the palm of your hand or in your thought processes. Download a new firmware to your brain and possess new knowledge in an instant.
3) Noticed that Lessig
spoke about municipal wi-fi recently. I posted about this subject after talking with an old boss who's the assitant city manager for the city of K.C., so it's nice to know that I'm thinking about about the same subjects as
Lawrence Lessig.
4) I wouldn't call myself a lefty (this is for someone out there in the blogsphere, maybe she's reading this) because the terms "liberal" and "conservative" are have so maligned/perverted that I don't think they're meaningful terms or labels anymore.
I do, however, consider myself a
broadband liberal. My younger brother, however, is a lefty and below is an excerpt from the
Rolling Stones' article on his organization's head honcho [emphasis added]:
" Other Clinton veterans are even more pointed about Emanuel's assets.
"He's got this big old pair of brass balls, and you can just hear 'em clanking when he walks down the halls of Congress," says Paul Begala, who served with Emanuel on Clinton's staff. "The Democratic Party is full of Rhodes scholars -- Rahm is a road warrior. He's just what the Democrats need to fight back."
Friends and enemies agree that the key to Emanuel's success is his legendary intensity. There's the story about the time he sent a rotting fish to a pollster who had angered him. There's the story about how his right middle finger was blown off by a Syrian tank when he was in the Israeli army. And there's the story of how, the night after Clinton was elected, Emanuel was so angry at the president's enemies that he stood up at a celebratory dinner with colleagues from the campaign, grabbed a steak knife and began rattling off a list of betrayers, shouting "Dead! . . . Dead! . . . Dead!" and plunging the knife into the table after every name. "When he was done, the table looked like a lunar landscape," one campaign veteran recalls. "It was like something out of The Godfather. But that's Rahm for you."
Of the three stories, only the second is a myth -- Emanuel lost the finger to a meat slicer as a teenager and never served in the Israeli army. But it's a measure of his considerable reputation as the enforcer in Clinton's White House that so many people believe it to be true.
You don't earn the nickname "Rahmbo" being timid.
Currently Listening:
Rob Dickinson - My Name is Love
Posted by cph19
at 11:24 PM EDT
Updated: Thursday, 24 November 2005 7:52 PM EST