Saturday, June 07, 2003


Shamelessly stolen from you-know-who.

When I go to sleep, you become my thief
Why don't you steal what you can keep?
But you won't let me be
You break into my dreams
And every day seems different
Sometimes I pretend you'll come back again
And you'll console the heart you stole
Have pity on the man
Who knows that you have gone
And has begun to break down

I feel almost possessed
So long as I don't lose this glorious distress then
You can take all I have left
I know it's over
If you can't be my lover
Be my thief

I'm so drowsy now, I'll unlock the door
What fades in time will hurt much more
So here's that happy scene
Where you come back to me
It's only found in fiction

I feel almost possessed
So long as I don't lose this glorious distress then
You can take all I have left
I know it's over
If you can't be my lover
Be my thief

"I didn't lead you on,
But there will always be
A little larceny in everyone

So hush and don't you cry
I'm trying to be kind
Because I have a perfect alibi"

Elvis Costello/Burt Bachrach, "My Thief"

Friday, June 06, 2003


Quelle surprise redux: the militant Palestinian group Hamas decides it doesn't want any part of Mideast peace talks.

Apparently it isn't enough for the Palestinians to win; the Israelis must also lose to satisfy Hamas. But, with the Palestinian authority pulling in another direction, maybe they'll start blowing each other up for a change.

Thursday, June 05, 2003


Serena Williams is all bent out of shape that Justine Henin-Hardenne committed a sin of omission when she failed to intervene over a disputable call that went in Henin-Hardenne's favor during their match at the French Open today. Williams was shaken by the fact that the French crowd seemed to be rooting against her.

Quelle surprise.

It's probably true that the uptight lily-white world of women's tennis doesn't understand African-American athletes very well, and I'm sure the Williams sisters have encountered more than their share of covert and overt racism in their rise to the top. They've been accused of being classless before when their only crime was exuberance, something demonstrably lacking in the tenis world. But this really is classless and smacks of sore loserdom. Sure, it was tough out there--but what does she expect? It's France, and we're in a cultural war with them. You jeer your enemies when they succeed, and you rejoice when they fail. That's just one of the basic rules of war. Too bad she doesn't understand it that well.


Umpire Tim McClelland, who discovered Sammy Sosa's corked bat, turns out to be an Iowa boy. Lessee--he lives in West Des Moines, and DQ'd George Brett and Sammy Sosa. Hmm. If I were Doug Mientkiewicz, I'd start toeing the line when McClelland was umping my game, since he seems to be taking revenge on his neighbors . . .

Wednesday, June 04, 2003


It's (nearly) official: The Bemusement Park will be leaving this web address for a swankier neighborhood in a few days. (Probably just in time for my vacation.) This site will remain up forever or until Google pulls the plug on it, but soon there'll be naught here but a pointer to a new website. I'll let you know about the move as soon as it happens And a preliminary big thanks to Dean Esmay for helping pull off the move.


"We have this idea, and here's what it costs."

Me: "We don't have the money for that right now. Next item."

Lather, rinse, repeat. For this I had to stay at work until 8 o'clock?


I just spent an hour almost watching SportsCenter, and I have to say, they're covering Sammy Sosa's corked bat like it was OJ's bloody glove. I don't buy Sosa's excuse that he was accidentally using a bat he normally used for practice--something tells me the Cubs are probably a little more careful with their equipment than that. But how much different does a corked bat make, anyway?

While we're on the topic of ESPN, there's a new Tuesday Morning Quarterback column this week. Easterbrook is riffing on summer replacement TV, the dining-hall menus at Arizona State, and, true to form, he's got cheesecake pictures galore--including an Annika Sorenstam butt-shot. I might be able to comment on his "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" rant, but I've never seen the show.

Tuesday, June 03, 2003


Arguing with Signposts is sponsoring the Lyric-A-Day Melee. Bryan is looking for people to send him their favorite song lyrics, and explain why they like them so much. I'm scanning the mental database for mine. It's tough when you know as much music as I do, but that's just the burden of being hip, I guess!

Monday, June 02, 2003


Four of my last five posts have related in one way or another to a sinus infection. That's an unacceptable amount of attention being paid to my mucous membranes, so I'm declaring the topic closed. Besides, I feel better and I can taste things now a little bit.

When you've been off your blog for a few days, it's tough to know where to pick things up again. Everybody and their dog's pool guy has already commented about the troubles at the New York Times, which I can't say surprise me at all. The Detroit Pistons, who eliminated the Philadelphia 76ers in the NBA playoffs, fired their coach and hired as his replacement . . . Larry Brown, the head coach of the 76ers. To quote Denzel Washington, "Explain that one to me like I'm six years old." The Bengals are about to declare Akili Smith their latest first-round draft pick failure, a mere four years after that fact was obvious to the rest of the world. And the Forces of Evil are playing in that mockery of a Stanley Cup final.

I have a few pieces in the works, but this is shaping up to be a busy week. Keep your ears peeled, though; it's good to be back writing again instead of wandering around the house, wondering where I put my Kleenex box.

Sunday, June 01, 2003


I'm now at the stage where I know I'm still sick, but I don't feel sick anymore. The infection has moved from my sinuses to my ears, but Tylenol Sinus is taking care of everything very nicely.

It was a busy day at church this morning. We had a baptism and we took in 21 new members, the most we've taken in since at least 1985. (I couldn't find records any further back than that.) So there's lots of excitement

I'm off to eat greasy burgers for lunch now. There's a booth at George Webb with our name on it. Talk at you all later.