Drip, drip, drip

It is raining again. It was raining in Phoenix. It is raining here. I like the rain, especially strong, wind-driven rain like we are having right now. Driving in this sort of weather, that is another story, but sitting inside listening to it outside, beautiful.

I will be posting more later, when I am wider awake than I am now. The house was successfully tented and bombarded with Vikane, and tomorrow we bring back the rest of our food (pizza tonight). I like pizza, but I really wanted pasta tonight. Homemade pasta with clams and cream and saffron and a shot of pastis. But it was not meant to be. Can't complain about pizza though.

So, expect some post on art soon. And expect my Easter menu to be posted soon. Also, I have a nice little Easter surprise for all of my loyal readers. Also, I will talk about the college drinking culture, something that was entirely different among my friends at UC Santa Cruz than it seems to be in Tempe. I might talk about the Irish and drinking Guiness (or not drinking Guiness if it means going to an Irish pub in a party-school town on St. Pat's). I will probably write about desert flora, and perhaps a bit about desert fauna (no, Amalia doesn't count, although she did seem to fancy herself as a wild animal for our excursion to the Phoenix Zoo). This is all a hypothetical list. If I get to two of these topics before the Triduum, then I will be doing OK.

I will not talk about baseball, though, because I really do not think that I have any more insight on the season now than I did before going on the spring training trip. You see a game where the manager is testing his players in this or that situation, and it really does not make for an accurate forecast. I will say that if I were a player on the A's, I would think that the team's training facility is as close to paradise as you can get on Earth. Stunning.

As to the political topic on everyone's mind:

Mr. Bush. You have an army at your command, not to mention a "moral mandate." The courts do not. While Judge Tweedle Dee sits and thinks and wonders about case law an innocent woman is being murdered by her husband. This is a life and death case, and the American people will back you. And if they don't, so what? Congress will (at least you will never be impeached for taking decisive action now).

I will not be so cynical as to suggest that the whole thing is a Republican set-up to once again betray the pro-life movement, but now is the time for action, not words. If Terri Schiavo dies of starvation and dehydration, it will be time for the pro-life credentials of the Republican Party to be pulled.

Surely, what you have done for the Shiites of Iraq is not too good to do for one of your own citizens?

As for the courts: remember the words of President Jackson. "The Supreme Court has made its decision. Now let them enforce it."