Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Just like last week, lots of things are happening for me this week. At the same time I found out that my contract at the Academy was getting renewed, I also found out that I had $2300 of travel money on my present contract that I still need to spend. What I'd like to do is to put that money in my pocket and travel when and where I want, but it doesn't really work that way. You have to spend it to go to a scientific conference or some other work-related activity. So, I'm going to use it to go to the Photonics West Conference in San Jose at the end of January. And I'm planning on using my travel money in my new contract to go to the Conference on Lasers and Electro-Optics (CLEO) this May in Baltimore. But I'm going to try to present something at that conference, and, to do that, I have to submit a 2-page summary of what I want to present by this Friday. I have enough data to present, but I don't have a nice written summary of it ready yet, so I have to get a move on. Another thing that's going on is that I mentioned to one of the higher-ups in the lab that I was interested in maybe some day being a college teacher, but that I needed to get more teaching experience on my resumé. The higher-up I was talking to said that they were going to be short of teachers in the department next semester, so I might be able to teach a course. The problem is that I'm only contracted to do research, so I would have to get my contract rewritten to teach. Also, I'm not exactly sure if contractors are even allowed to teach. Anyway, the higher-up told me talk to the department head after Thanksgiving to see if it was possible. But too often I have all the initiative of a sleepy snail, so when I got back to work this week I didn't talk to the department head or anybody else about teaching. I figured that if I taught, I'd have to do a lot more work, and I was skeptical that they would let me teach anyway. But it turns out that the wheels are in motion without me doing anything. The higher-up talked to me today and said they were discussing me teaching and that there was a 50/50 chance that it would happen. So we'll see how that works. Finally, this doesn't have anything to do with real-life, but tonight was a big episode of Veronica Mars. *SPOILER ALERT* It looks like they caught the campus rapist, but in the spirit of one-damn-thing-after-another, the dean got shot in the head *END SPOILER ALERT*. For its first two seasons, the show struggled to survive because of so-so ratings, and there was a good chance that it was going to get canceled when the UPN and WB networks merged to become CW. As it is, CW only ordered 13 episodes for this season, but, because the ratings have been so good this year, they just ordered 7 more episodes. So I've got that to look forward to.... If you read this online diary regularly, you might get the impression that I don't like or even know of any music made after 1989. Well, that is kinda true (who is Gnarls Barkley and why he so Crazy? when did Fergie stop being a Black-Eyed Pea???) But I do like a few of the songs that those nutty kids nowadays listen to. One of the semi-contempary songs I love love love is the Dandy Warhols' "We Used To Be Friends", which also happens to be the theme song for Veronica Mars. They slowed it down and mellowed it out for this year's shows, but here is the old-school version:



Sunday, November 26, 2006
Sorry for the lack of posting recently. It's been a little bit busy for me over the holidays, but to be honest I just haven't felt like writing anything for the last few days. It turns out that I picked a bad time to go into a posting funk, because there's been a lot going on for me over the last few days. On Wednesday, I found out that my contract at the Air Force Academy has been extended for one more year, so that means I have job security at least until January '08. After that, I'll probably start looking for another job, since what I'm doing at the Academy isn't supposed to be a permanent position, although many of the guys I work with have been there 5-10 years. I'm not quite sure where I want to go next, but I definitely think I should move on. I haven't mentioned that my friend John Huss and his wife Sheila moved here to Colorado at the end of August. It was a coincidence that they moved here. It turns out that most of Sheila's family has been moving here since 2003, and Sheila's mom and dad has a house in Palmer Lake, about 15 miles north of Colorado Springs. Anyway, John and Sheila invited me to have Thanksgiving with Sheila's family. It was a really good time. I made sweet potato casserole. When I make sweet potato casserole, I don't use the usual recipe. Instead, I load down the sweet potatoes with brown sugar and butter and mix that all together for the bottom of the casserole. It is borderline sickly sweet and heavy, but if you like buttery sweet things, which I do, then you would like it. Finally, on Friday, I went to Allison's wedding, which I mentioned in my last post. As I also mentioned in my last post, I was supposed to meet up with one of Allison's cousins for a sort-of blind date thing, but it never really panned out. When I came in, Meghan, the girl I was supposed to me, was playing with Allison's daughter Maya, and I joined in for a little while, but Maya wasn't too interested in me, so I went and sat down at a table by myself for a little while. And then I started talking to another guy at the wedding who was by himself, and then the ceremony started, and then after the ceremony, we all sat down to eat, and Meghan sat at a different table than me, so we didn't really get a chance to meet up until after the dinner. And by then, the music for the reception was playing, and you couldn't really talk, so I pretty much gave it up for hopeless. But I had a good time. For whatever reason, a lot of the little kids thought I was the funnest thing around, and they hung out with me during the reception. So I did some swing dancing with Allison's little nieces and played games with them and the other little kids for most of the reception. By the way, they did not play Atlantic Starr's "Always" at the reception. Let's just call that the exception that proves the rule.
Monday, November 20, 2006
I'm pretty sure that every single person I know will be getting married or has gotten married in the last two months. First, there was my brother in September, and then this past weekend, my cousin Jim got married. His wedding was in Pennsylvania, and I couldn't make it because between student loans and buying Christmas gifts my paycheck isn't big enough for me to be flying cross-country every other month. And this upcoming Friday, my friend Allison is getting married to her fiancé Mike. If you were reading my online diary in August, then you know Allison. I met her through her blog and went hiking with her a couple times and also played pool with her once at Phantom Canyon Pool Hall. But then she met Mike, and she moved to New Mexico to be with him. So, it's been a while since I've seen her. Luckily her wedding is back here in Colorado Springs. And guess where it's at? Phantom Canyon Pool Hall! I got my hair cut this Saturday, and I told the barber that the last wedding I went to was at a winery and this one is at a brewery/pool hall. I told the barber that if this is a trend, I like it. Anyway, I'm supposed to be meeting a someone, a female someone, at the wedding. It's a sort-of blind date thing. Who knows how that'll go, but maybe it's about time for me to meet a female someone and quit being a hermit. Since I'm going be at a wedding on Friday, you know that means that I'm going to be hearing Atlantic Starr's "Always" on Friday because that song has been played at every wedding ever for all of time.


Saturday, November 18, 2006
Fast Food Nation
I went to see Fast Food Nation at Kimball's Twin Peak Theater today. The movie is directed by Austin-based filmmaker Richard Linklater and is based on the book of the same name by Eric Schlosser. I read the book a few years ago, when it was semi-famous, and the thing people said about the book is that, if you eat fast food before you read it, you won't eat fast food by the time you finished the book. That wasn't true for me; I still get cheeseburgers from Wendy's once or twice each week. The main catchline from the book and, now, the movie is, "There is literally shit in the meat." This refers to the fact that there is some amount of fecal matter in just about every hamburger made in fast food restaurants. I think this was the fact that was supposed to turn off people from fast food, but I wasn't very grossed out by that fact. I'd already heard all the stories, urban legend or otherwise, about rat parts in hot dogs, and I still eat hot dogs. As for fast food, I worked at a Wendy's for two years, so I was exposed to everything which goes into the making of fast food, which included dumping buckets full of nasty grease, which had dripped from the burgers into a grease catch below the grill, into a grease barrel next to the trash dumpster. The nastiest part was that, if the person from the shift before who was supposed to dump the buckets didn't do it, the buckets would be overflowing when you dumped them, which meant that you'd inevitably get a big mess of grease sloshing out the bucket and onto your pant legs and shoes whenever you took the buckets outside. Those experiences, as gross as they were, didn't turn me off of fast food, so finding out that there was trace fecal matter in most burgers was just one more thing in the list of things that should turn me off of fast food but didn't. One of the movie's storylines focused on the mission of one fast food executive to try to track down why exactly there is "shit in the meat". He goes out to Colorado to study the meat-processing plant which supplies the burgers to Mickey's, the fictional fast food corporation in the movie. The meat-processing plant is owned by a megacorporation and employs mostly Mexican immigrants, some of them getting their jobs just days after they've crossed the border. The jobs in the processing plant are high-paying ($10/hour according to the movie) for the immigrants, but they are also extremely dangerous. Many of the workers lose fingers, hands, arms from accidents with the various chopping tools along the processing line. They get burned by the scolding hot water and chemicals used to clean the animal refuse. The "shit in the meat" comes from the processing line moving too fast to properly dismember the animal, so oftentimes the contents of the animals' bowels get spilled on the meat when the animal is cut up. The scenes in the processing plant were the best part of the movie for me. Not that they were pleasant, but that was the part that I cared most about. The people who work in that plant are really just paid slaves. Because they are illegal immigrants, they have no rights as workers, and the meat-processing company knows it. If they get injured, they are (minimally) treated at the medical facility at the meat-processing plant, and if they are unable to return to work, not only are they not given workers' compensation, they are also fired from their jobs. It's a crime and a shame on our society, in my opinion. The movie itself was weird. It's a fiction movie based on a muckraking-journalism book. But the movie is only fiction in that the "characters", the fast food executives, the meat plant workers, are not real people, but the things they observe and experience are based on real-life experiences described in the book. So, the movie is mostly like one of those dramatizations based on real-life events you see on TV specials about, oh, unsolved murders or UFO abductions. But that's not something that really works in a movie, or at least not this movie. It feels like there should be a narrative arc, because there are characters who are undergoing dramatic events, but what you get is not a narrative so much as just a bunch of "statements": scenes that illustrate the problems in the meat-processing plant, other scenes that show how the fast food executives are trying to cover up what is going on in the meat-processing plants, and a few scenes about how the restaurants in the fast food industry exploit low-paid teenagers who need money but have no other options for employment. I don't think the movie was good, but it wasn't bad either. I think all in all, you'd be better off reading the book.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Last week, I took my car in to get serviced, scheduled 30k maintenance. Everything was fine, except they said my tires were in pretty bad shape, and one of them had a nail in it, which I knew something was wrong because I had to keep reinflating it every 3 weeks. So, I got new tires this Saturday. Most physicists, I've found, are pretty good with car maintenance. In fact, the guy who took over my experiment at Rice worked on race cars when he was in high school. I guess it has something to do with physicists being curious about how things work. But I've stayed defiantly ignorant about everything related to cars and fixing cars and making cars not break down. So, my basic theory when I bring my car in for service is to just trust whatever the mechanic says and pay whatever money he says needs to be paid. My theory is that even if I'm getting ripped off, at the very least my car won't be worse off, hopefully, after I leave. If paying a little extra money means that I never have to go through the misery of having my car break down and be stranded out in the middle of nowhere, then it's worth it. So, when I went to get new tires, the guy at the tire place said, "Here's the tires I recommend," and they were $400, and he said, "Are they more expensive than what you wanted to pay?" Because when he said $400, I was thinking "DAMN, $400!" And I guess the look on my face said that. But then I asked him, "Those are the tires you recommend?" And he said, "Yeah." So I got the tires. Probably I did pay more than I needed, but hopefully they are really good tires and I can drive forever without having to worry about getting them replaced. If they save me the hassle of either having to get new tires sooner than I should or, even worse, of getting a flat tire when I'm driving somewhere, then I'll be happy.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Stranger Than Fiction
I went to see Stranger Than Fiction today, the new Will Ferrell movie. I agree with this review that the movie is just fine without the plot gimmick that they used. The gimmick is that Ferrell's character, Harold Crick, begins to hear a woman's voice, in his head, narrating his life. As if that isn't disconcerting enough, he finds out from the narration that he's about to experience an untimely death. It turns out that the narrator is a real-life novelist, Karen Eiffel, played by Emma Thompson, who has made a habit of killing off all of the protagonists in her novels. Her latest novel is about a man named Harold Crick... You get the picture, I think. Anyway, while that whole thing is clever and could have been interesting enough, the best part of the movie is the love story between Harold and Ana Pascal, who's played by Maggie Gyllenhaal. Harold is an IRS agent who is auditing "Miss Pascal", as he calls her even after they start seeing each other. As an IRS agent, Harold is a by-the-books number cruncher, and Ana is an anti-government baker who purposefully only payed 78% of the taxes she owed, because while she was happy to pay for the government's social programs, she refused to pay for the military programs. Anyway, they fall in love, and it could have been cheesy, and maybe it was a little bit, but I thought it was sweet. Maggie Gyllenhaal isn't a new actress. She's been a bunch of movies before this, but this is the first movie I've seen her in. She's really amazing. Will Ferrell seems to do well with his women co-stars. I also loved Zooey Deschanel in Elf. And since we're talking about Elf, and since it's snowing outside right now here in Colorado Springs, let me go ahead and post Will Ferrell and Zooey Deschanel singing "Baby It's Cold Outside" in Elf. If you want to sing along, here are the lyrics. Will Ferrell misses about half of his lyrics.


I really can't stay
(But baby it's cold outside)
I've got to go away
(But baby it's cold outside)
This evening has been so very nice
(I've been hoping that you'd stop in)
(I'll hold your hands; they're just like ice)
My mother will start to worry
(Beautiful what's your hurry?)
And father will be pacing the floor
(Listen to the fireplace roar)
So really I better scurry
(Beautiful please don't hurry)
Well maybe just a half a drink more
(Put some records on while I pour)
The neighbors might think
(Baby it's bad out there)
Say, what's in this drink?
(No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how to break the spell
(Your eyes are like starlight now)
(I'll take your hat; your hair looks swell)
I ought to say no, no, no
(Mind if I move in closer?)
At least I'm going to say that I tried
(What's the sense of hurting my pride?)
I really can't stay
(Baby, don't hold out)
(Both)Oh, but it's cold outside




Thursday, November 9, 2006
Against the Day
OK, now that the elections are over, no more politics talk from me for a while. Thomas Pynchon, author of one of my favorite books, Gravity's Rainbow, has a new book coming out at the end of November entitled Against the Day. It's been nine years since his last book, Mason & Dixon. Pynchon the man is known as an enigmatic recluse, and his books are always such grand productions, covering hundreds of years of time and undermining what we had accepted as established facts of history, that when a new one comes out it sparks a furor among the people who follow modern literature. The first word of the release of the new book came, apparently, when a page appeared on Amazon selling a new untitled work by Thomas Pynchon. Also appearing on the page was this description, ascribed to Pynchon himself:


Spanning the period between the Chicago World's Fair of 1893 and the years just after World War I, this novel moves from the labor troubles in Colorado to turn-of-the-century New York, to London and Gottingen, Venice and Vienna, the Balkans, Central Asia, Siberia at the time of the mysterious Tunguska Event, Mexico during the Revolution, postwar Paris, silent-era Hollywood, and one or two places not strictly speaking on the map at all. With a worldwide disaster looming just a few years ahead, it is a time of unrestrained corporate greed, false religiosity, moronic fecklessness, and evil intent in high places. No reference to the present day is intended or should be inferred.

The sizable cast of characters includes anarchists, balloonists, gamblers, corporate tycoons, drug enthusiasts, innocents and decadents, mathematicians, mad scientists, shamans, psychics, and stage magicians, spies, detectives, adventuresses, and hired guns. There are cameo appearances by Nikola Tesla, Bela Lugosi, and Groucho Marx.

As an era of certainty comes crashing down around their ears and an unpredictable future commences, these folks are mostly just trying to pursue their lives. Sometimes they manage to catch up; sometimes it's their lives that pursue them.

Meanwhile, the author is up to his usual business. Characters stop what they're doing to sing what are for the most part stupid songs. Strange sexual practices take place. Obscure languages are spoken, not always idiomatically. Contrary-to-the-fact occurrences occur. If it is not the world, it is what the world might be with a minor adjustment or two. According to some, this is one of the main purposes of fiction.

Let the reader decide, let the reader beware. Good luck.


Debate erupted when the description disappeared shortly after the page was posted. People wondered if it was a glitch on the website or if the whole thing was a hoax. This type of mystery surrounding alleged Pynchon writings is not unprecedented. In the 1980s, a series of letters appeared in the Mendocino Commentary and Anderson Valley Advertiser, small newspapers in Northern California, ostensibly from a bag lady named Wanda Tinasky, but written with a skill and style that seemed unlikely to come from someone in her circumstances. In the 1990s, speculation began that the letters were actually written by Thomas Pynchon, whose whereabouts from the 1960s onward had been unknown, but who had reportedly spent time in California while writing his novel Vineland. Tinasky's letters were publised in book form in 1996, with many people still believing they had been written by Pynchon. Don Foster, in his book Author Unknown, picked out obscure Beat writer Tom Hawkins as the writer of the letters. Foster's findings were viewed as definitive, ending most serious spectulation about Pynchon writing the letters. As for the Amazon post, it is written by Pynchon, and the confusion surrounding it turned out to be due to a screw-up by the website. They posted the page for the book prematurely, and if you look at the Amazon page for Against the Day now, you will see that the description is clearly attributed to Pynchon. So, if you're like me, you are dreadfully intrigued about this crazy book written by this mysterious author, and if you're like me you will put the book on your Christmas list. Of course, if you're like me, you also have The Endurable Tilley Hat and The Complete Six Feet Under Series Gift Set on your Christmas list, but then you're probably not like me.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
My Voting Sticker
On the left is a picture of the sticker I got for voting this morning. I hope you got a sticker as well. Anyway, it's looking like the Republicans' dirty tactics, which I talked about in my last post, didn't work very well. CNN has projected that the Democrats will take over the House of Representatives. My home state of Pennsylvania is quickly losing its swinger status, as it has voted Dem in the last two Presidential elections and is now breaking to the Dems up, down and all around. In addition to the House races going to the Dems, Republican Rick Santorum lost his Senate race (as expected) to Bob Casey, and Democrat Ed Rendell retains the governorship. Also turning blue (Democrat) in a big way is Indiana, my Aunt Virginia's home state. One of the Republican Congressmen to lose his seat in Indiana is Chris "the Count" Chocala, which is a little unfortunate because he is so easy to make fun because: (1) He has a ready-made nickname - the Count; (2) He's a complete goober. Unfortunately, in the state where I currently reside, even though we are getting a Democratic governor, Bill Ritter, my Congressional district, CO-5, has went to Republican Doug Lamborn, and the anti-gay marriage amendment is winning by a 16% margin with 22% of the vote counted. The U.S. Senate, which was projected to be a very close call in this election, looks like it's going to be a very very close call. The Democrats need to hold on to all of their Senate seats, while "flipping" 6 Republican seats to take control of the Senate. They were expected to flip the Senate seats in Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Rhode Island, and they've done that. They also needed to hold vulnerable seats in New Jersey and Maryland. They've held the New Jersey seat. The Washington Post projected Democrat Ben Cardin as the winner of the Maryland Senate race, but then it withdrew that projection. If the Dems do manage to hold that seat, then they need to win Senate races in Missouri, Montana, and Virginia to take control of the Senate. Each of those races were virtually dead heats in the polls leading up to today. I haven't heard anything about the Missouri and Montana results, but Virginia looks like it's going to require a recount, which could take more than a month to sort out. So, depending on the results in Missouri and Montana, we may not know which party controls the Senate until late December. Exciting stuff!
Monday, November 6, 2006
So tomorrow is election day. I am a crazy, nutty, full-throttle political junkie, so election day is like crack cocaine for me. Although the conventional wisdom for the past several weeks has said that Democrats were going to take control of the House of Representatives, there were several polls that came out this weekend that seemed to show the race tightening. However, other polls are showing the Dems holding their lead or even widening it. The Congressional race in my district, CO-5, isn't supposed to be competitive. Colorado Springs is full of religious evangelicals and military personnel, two groups that are pretty solidly Republican. But, the Congressional seat is being vacated by incumbent Joel Hefly, who has refused to endorse the Republican candidate, Doug Lamborn, because of the dirty tactics Lamborn used to win the Republican primary. This, coupled with the fact that the Democratic candidate, Jay Fawcett, is a military veteran, a former lieutenant colonel at the Air Force Academy, has made the race potentially within reach for the Dems. Depending on which poll you believe, Fawcett is within striking distance of Lamborn heading into election day. Another interesting race to follow is the question of whether to write a ban on gay marriage into the Colorado state constitution. According to the polling on this question, listed as Referendum 43 on the ballot, it's virtually a dead heat between those for and those against the Referendum. The big news for me, however, heading into tomorrow is the latest dirty tactics being employed by the Republicans to try to steal whatever votes they can. The House GOP committee has hired a company to make robocalls in competitive districts which begin by sounding like they are sponsored by the Democratic candidate, saying something like, "Hello, this call is to give you some information about Name of Democratic candidate..." If you hang up at that point, the automated system will continue to call you over and over and over until you listen to the whole message, which turns out to be a criticism of the Democratic candidate. The calls are often placed during dinnertime or early in the morning, and Democratic and Independent voters are targeted. The net effect is that the people receiving the calls who always hang up will assume that the Democrats are harassing them with neverending robocalls, and the people who give in and listen to the entire message will be forced to listen to criticisms of the Democratic candidate. These robocalls are probably illegal, but the Republicans are counting on the fact that no action can be taken until after the election is over. Make no mistake, this whole thing is despicable. They are not trying to win voters over by argumentation, they are trying to harass voters into changing their vote or not voting at all. Here is how an emailer at Talking Points Memo puts it:


"I like to think of myself as not easily surprised when it comes to the GOP's dirty tricks, but the onslaught of robo-call incidents you've mentioned in your latest posts somehow jarred me out of my comfortable cynicism. I think it's useful to take a step back and examine, in the simplest terms, what the Republicans are doing here: they are attempting to sabotage the American democratic process because it's inconvenient for their candidates.

Of course these robo-calls are only one manifestation of a consistent theme, but when I approach the calls without the cynicism of a political news junkie, I find them breathtakingly despicable. The people behind this aren't schoolyard bullies, or even college kids. These are adults with years of political experience and a comprehensive understanding of what exactly their acts amount to. The NRCC simply does not believe that Americans should be able to make informed choices about their representatives in the voting booth. They are perfectly willing to dismantle the democratic process, which cannot function properly when voters are harassed (or even worse, harassed under false pretenses). I think it's fair to say that their behavior in this instance is "profoundly immoral and malevolent," which is how the Oxford English Dictionary describes "evil." Despite our desensitization to these types of transgressions, we cannot afford to take them lightly."



I am registered as an independent, and though I consider myself a liberal, I tend to agree with many conservatives on topics like economics and free trade. Heck, I was even in favor of the Iraq War. So, I am not going to assume that Democrats are always right and Republicans are always wrong, but, in this case, these tactics make me sick. These guys deserve to not only be voted out of office, but thrown in jail. Elections that are free from fraud and sabotage are the cornerstone of our government, and for the past three elections Republicans have done as many questionably legal and definitely illegal things they can do to subvert voter's ability to choose their government representatives without hindrance. Two senior Democrats have written a letter to the Attorney General calling for an investigation into these robocalls:


Dear Chairmen Martin, Toner and Attorney General Gonzales:

We write to demand an immediate investigation concerning allegations of unethical and possibly illegal prerecorded phone calls designed to confuse voters in Tuesday’s election. These misleading calls are made late in the evening, or during the night, in an effort to generate anger at the Democratic candidate, who is in no way associated with this harassment. In fact, the calls are being funded by the National Republican Campaign Committee, which has reportedly provided $600,000 to fund this deception.

There have been numerous media reports about these calls, which appear to be occurring in dozens of districts. It is also our understanding that the Republican Party has been forced to stop the calls in New Hampshire.

According to the Associated Press, one individual “received three prerecorded messages in four hours. Each began, ‘Hello, I’m calling with information about [Democratic candidate] Lois Murphy [in the Philadelphia area].’” The Philadelphia Daily News reported that “[t]he calls, which begin by offering ‘important information about Lois Murphy,’ are designed to mislead voters into thinking the message is from her.”

The New Hampshire Union Leader reported that a “national Republican group yesterday scuttled a pre-recorded phone call effort the state Attorney General’s Office said may have violated New Hampshire law by contacting residents listed on the federal Do Not Call registry.”

In Illinois, The Barrington Courier-Review reported that a resident received the following phone call – “Hi. I’m calling with information about [Democratic Candidate] Melissa Bean.” She received the same call a total of 21 times since October 24. Others reported receiving the same calls, none of which were paid for by Ms. Bean or any Democratic group.

If true, these allegations could violate a number of federal laws and legal requirements. Among other things, 47 CFR 1200 (b)(1) provides that prerecorded telephone messages must “[a]t the beginning of the message, state clearly the identity of the business, individual, or other entity that is responsible for initiating the call.” Section 441h of the Federal Election Campaign Act provides that no agent of a federal candidate shall “fraudulently misrepresent himself or any committee or organization under his control as speaking or otherwise writing or acting for or behalf of any other candidate or political party.” Section 441d(d)(2) specifies that communications must provide a statement as to the party responsible for it, and the campaign finance laws generally prohibit fraudulent and deceptive activities. A number of state laws also appear to be applicable, such as New Hampshire’s which prohibits calls to individuals on the federal Do Not Call registry.

Given the magnitude and seriousness of these charges, we ask that you immediately investigate and take action to protect the integrity of our electoral process and hold the culpable parties responsible.

Sincerely,

___________________________
John Conyers, Jr.

___________________________
John Dingell



Update: Josh Marshall at Talking Points Memo gives an excellent summary of the robocalls story, and what it is that distinguishes what the Republicans are doing from your ordinary, run-of-the-mill political robocalls.
Sunday, November 5, 2006
The Departed
I went to see Martin Scorsese's The Departed today. It was an exciting movie, but it was also a complete mess. The plot involves two cops, both of them assigned to bring down Boston gang boss Frank Costello, played by Jack Nicholson. One of them, Matt Damon, looks and acts like a perfect choirboy, but he is secretly working for Costello. The other, played by Leo DiCaprio, is a "Southie" with a bad family history and a chip on his shoulder, who is offered two choices - get kicked off the police force or volunteer for the suicidal duty of going undercover as a member of Costello's gang. There is a morality play in there somewhere about what makes good people good and what makes bad people bad and how you can't judge a book by its cover, but it's pretty much lost in the movie. In fact, I think Scorsese or the film editor felt like I did, that Matt Damon's scenes were boooriiing, so Leo DiCaprio gets the bulk of the screen time. Which is for the best, but unfortunately most of DiCaprio's scenes also have Jack Nicholson in them. And Jack Nicholson's direction for this film, either from Scorsese or from the voices in his head, seemed to be - "Hey, how about doing this scene by acting all crazy... Well, that's OK, but maybe even a little crazier... Now try it by screaming your lines, and maybe banging tables and walls at random points in your dialogue, and also if you could make your hair all greasy and messed up, that would be perfect." Anyway, Nicholson is terrible in this movie. And the movie itself is a bit out-of-control. It's basically a run-of-the-mill gangster-cop movie, but its running time is an epic 2 1/2 hours. Sometimes you wonder what happens to formerly great movie directors like Francis Ford Coppola, Brian DePalma, Quentin Tarantino, or Martin Scorsese. Mostly what it is is that when they get too respected in the business, nobody can tell them when enough is enough. More often than not, it's better not to put every single one of your "great" ideas into a movie.
Thursday, November 2, 2006
Some more pictures from Joe's and Leanne's wedding. Enjoy!

Wedding Cake

My sister Patience

Walking Mom down the aisle

Beamish the Bridesmaid

Ringbearers - Carter, my nephew (left) and Nick, Leanne's nephew (right)

Carter and Nick dancing

Joe and Leanne exchanging vows

Joe and Leanne, just after smashing cake on each other's face