First Looks category archive

When I was growing up, the deer had pretty much disappeared (now they’re back big time).

Now it’s reportedly cougars, and not the television actress kind. Wildlife folks are skeptical:

It is unlikely, though, to make it to this area, said Sue Rice, manager of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife’s Eastern Shore of Virginia National Wildlife Refuge at the time of the February sightings.

“The chances of there being a mountain lion that is a wild animal on the Eastern Shore of Virginia is extremely low,” she said. “Even in the whole state of Virginia, I don’t believe there are enough sightings.”

A wild cat would have to come from the woodsy north. “The chances are pretty slim for them to get here without being seen or getting hit by a car if they are wild animals,” Rice said, suggesting instead a pet released locally.

Cougars are both solitary and nocturnal for the most part and feed on white-tail deer.

Females have ranges of several square miles, but the male’s home-range is much larger, which could account for reports of sightings in Melfa and Wachapreague and other parts of Accomack, too.

Hot summer day, carry me away . . . .

The ultimate Bond car will be auctioned on October 27.

The vehicle comes fully equipped with all the Q modifications, including oil slick and smokescreen capabilities, bulletproof shielding and an ejector seat. There’s also revolving licence plates and machine guns hidden in the front indicators. Okay, the guns don’t work, but they pop out at the click of a button and would certainly have the desired effect in a road rage incident.

If I could afford this, I’d buy a Lamborghini.

Wo-wo-wo-wo those wild well nights,

Those wild wild wild well nights.

Via Brendan.

Facing South analyzes the oily tongued spin of the oil industry apologists.

The “Starving Time” occurred shortly after the Jamestown colony was established.

Tree ring evidence has indicated that one of the factors was drought.

The BBC reports research involving oysters that provides additional evidence of this.

The team compared oxygen-18 values in the 17th Century James River oyster shells with those from their modern day counterparts.

(snip)

Previous data based on tree rings and historical documents show that the arrival of the English colonists in Virginia coincided with a severe regional drought.

The years 1606-1612 were the driest in nearly eight centuries.

“Shortages of food and fresh drinking water, combined with poor leadership, nearly destroyed the colony during its first decade,” the authors of the latest study write in PNAS (Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences–ed.).

Transcript here.

“Even if the leak were stopped today, it wouldn’t wouldn’t change the fact that these water still contain oil from what is now the largest spill in American history.”

We know now the leak was not stopped. The wild well is still wild.

Remember, BP, not the President, did this thing. I recommend not buying their products.

Transcript here.

Gary Dammann at the Guardian considers celibacy, chastity, sex, morality, and Catholicism, but his thoughts can be generalized to Christianity as a whole and, indeed, to all the peoples of the book. A nugget:

This, to my mind, has been Christianity’s greatest single tragedy, turning a religion founded on a noble and genuine philosophy of love into an excuse for repression, oppression and persecution, in which suffering was turned into a cult and hypocrisy into standard practice.

Via BartCop.

My Lab, the one with the heart of gold and the head of lead, was a great watch dog.

He would have watched.

Spurs, a male German Shepherd, is being hailed a hero after taking a bullet to save his owner’s life.

What happened to the old one? Bad weather.

Buried deep in the story is this (emphasis added):

“Our land base is shrinking because of sea level rise and the accompanying strong storms,” said Lou Hinds, manager of the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge on the Virginia side of the island. “These are all naturally occurring reasons, and there’s nothing the American public or government agencies can do.”

Hinds said 115 yards of beach have been lost since 1962. Vestiges of former parking lots attest to this. Cables and a wellhead have been unearthed by the surf. And farther back from the ocean, concrete fragments intermingle with the sand.

Sea level rise. Yeah. Naturally occurring reasons. Hardly.

My father’s mother taught school on Assateague Island before she married my grandfather. (It’s pronounced ASS-a-teeg for those of you not from these parts.) That was back when Assateague was inhabited by persons as well as ponies.

I wonder whether it will still exist for her great-great-grandchildren to visit.

Monday’s episode of Voices in the Family is well worth a listen. Frank Meeink’s story of who and why he fell in with skinheads is especially revealing.

From the website:

According to the SPLC, the number of hate groups have proliferated by 50% over the last decade, and the traffic on neo-nazi websites has risen dramatically in the last few years. People point to the poor economy, immigration, and also to the first African American president taking office during this economic nadir. But preference for who’s “one of us” and prejudice against who’s “one of them” has been around as long as humans roamed the earth. So is it built in, or do we learn these cues from our environment, or both? What can we do about it, and what is the best way that tolerance can be taught? Our guests are Richard Cohen. He runs the Southern Poverty Law Center, which has taken on some of the nation’s most violent white supremacist organizations and litigated important civil rights actions. We’ll also hear from Frank Meeink – a recovering skinhead and author of Autobiography of a Recovering Skinhead: the story of Frank Mink. Then we’ll hear from Nilanjana Dasgupta, an associate professor of psychology at the University of Massachusetts who studies prejudice and stereotyping – in both its implicit and explicit forms.

Follow the link to the website or click here to listen (MP3).

Funny or Die shows what BP executives might say if the PR department didn’t keep them under wraps.

Meanwhile, Andy Borowitz thinks that the “junk shot” can be improved:

“We’ve tried containment domes, rubber tires, and even golf balls,” said William Cathermeyer of the National Oil Leakage Institute, a leading consultancy in the field of oil leaks. “Now it’s time to shove some BP executives down there and hope for the best.”

They won’t do it, but charges of criminal negligence would be in order.

The President announces that the independent commission he created for the BP Deepwater Horizon Oil Spill and Offshore Drilling will be chaired by former Florida Governor and Senator Bob Graham and former EPA Administrator Bill Reilly. He promises accountability not just for BP, but for those in government who bore responsibility.

Transcript here.

Oil is forever:

It’s been more than 40 years since the oil barge Florida ran aground on a foggy night in Buzzards Bay, spilling close to 200,000 gallons of fuel. Some of it is still there.

At the time of the 1969 spill, lobsters, clams, and fish died by the thousands, but most people thought the harm would be temporary, reflecting what was then the conventional wisdom.

Now, as the first tendrils of heavy oil from the leaking BP well begin to suffocate Louisiana marshes, Wild Harbor’s muck shows that damage can persist for decades in fragile marshes.

Travel weekend. Elder daughter has earned her Masters degree.

I also plan to meet Shaun Mullen on the way back.

In 1981, Eddie Joubert was hacked to death in the cellar of his bar, The Bottom of the Fox, in Delaware Water Gap, Pennsylvania.

Delaware Water Gap is both a village and a place.

The place is where the Delaware River cuts through the Appalachian Mountains, which, in Pennsylvania, form series of long, unbroken ridges, rather than the irregular bumps and valleys and gaps farther south in Maryland, Virginia, and the Carolinas.

The village is a town that has suffered ups and downs–mostly downs–over the years. It is located on the northeastern edge of the area loosely known as “The Poconos,” though Mt. Pocono itself is to the southwest. Though a relatively short distance from New York City, Delaware Water Gap was then far, far away from urban centers.

In The Bottom of the Fox, Shaun Mullen traces the multiple influences which, in his view, led to that and to other murders occurring during the 70s (and 1981 is close enough to the 70s to be included in that decade, while the persons involved were definitely of the 70s); he sees a common influence in a number of deaths. He also portrays how a relatively isolated and depressed area can become culturally inbred and corrupt–not corrupt in the common political sense of bribery and kick-backs, but corrupt on a much deeper and more dangerous level.

The first chapter describes the murder.

Successive chapters look at the various threads–the development of resorts in the Poconos, the coming of Interstate 80, the repeated efforts to dam the Delaware, and others–that the author sees as leading to the first chapter.

About two-thirds of the way through the book, I was wondering whether the author would be able to pull the threads together into a coherent and satisfying conclusion.

He does.

It is not a pretty story. My friend was unable to finish it because it was too depressing.

The book betrays Mr. Mullen’s long career as a journalist. It is readable and direct. The language is plain-spoken and blunt, facts not theory, but with creative turns of phrase that had me saying from time to time to my friend, who is an editor by trade, “Listen to this.” It even sent me looking up a word.

Buy the book.

Mullen, Shaun D., The Bottom of the Fox, (Charleston, SC: Fishy Business Press, April 2010, ISBN 1-4515-2361-0) 125 pp.

Many years ago, I listened to KYW–I caught it on the skip–on my Christmas transistor radio–transitor radios were an amazing new invention–while lifting my Christmas gift Sears Ted Williams weights (which I still have) on my home-made weight bench as a 98-pound weakling 10th grader.

KYW had recently moved from Cleveland to Philadelphia and remade itself as the first all-news AM station the country.

(When it was in Cleveland, I also listened to it on the skip; my favorite show was the Harv Morgan Show, which I would listen to while under the covers so my parents wouldn’t catch me. I’m sure they knew and with the wisdom of good parents just let it go. RIP Harv Morgan.)

Back then, Arlen Specter was the up-and-coming young crusading district attorney of Philadelphia.

Since them, Arlen has been a Democrat, a Republican, and a Democrat again. But first and foremost he has been an Arlenocratican with one overriding cause: the full employment of Arlen Specter.

He is no longer young and he long ago stopped crusading.

Enjoy your retirement Arlen.

If you enjoy it half as much as the rest of us do, you will be happy in your twilight years.

Good-bye and good night.

Whatever Sestak may be, he can’t possibly be more craven, more manipulative, more self-absorbed. If he’s even just a little bit better, he’s progress.

Aside:

I do not criticize Obama for endorsing Arlen. Arlen switched ranks and provided a vote when a vote was needed. Honorable politics–honorable life–ultimately boils down to personal relationships and honorable politicians honor their debts. That’s how the game is played.

As long as it’s above-board, it’s okay.

Idealistic purity is great in a vacuum. (Many of my leftie friends want to live in that idealistically pure vacuum land. I honor and mourn their idealism at the same time.)

It’s not how real life works, because real life is not lived in a vacuum.

Real life is not lived in a vacuum in your day-to-day dealings and it’s not lived in a vacuum in their day-to-day dealings.

Real life is goals and bargains and debts and trade-offs and concessions and two steps forward and one step back and sometimes one step forward and two steps back but by God keep trying to push in the right direction and that’s all you can do.

You get and give to get what you can and hope that the next time you can make a giant step instead of a baby step. And life goes on.

Live with it.