Just doing his job

Max, 2014/04/04 

He has his faults, and he’s made his mistakes, and sometimes he’s just wrong. Then there’s this:

I left early to help the advance team—the hardworking folks who handle logistics for every event—set things up, and I arrived at the local high school where the meetings and memorial service would take place. We prepared seven or eight classrooms for the families of the slain children and teachers, two or three families to a classroom, placing water and tissues and snacks in each one. Honestly, we didn’t know how to prepare; it was the best we could think of.

The families came in and gathered together, room by room. Many struggled to offer a weak smile when we whispered, “The president will be here soon.” A few were visibly angry—so understandable that it barely needs to be said—and were looking for someone, anyone, to blame. Mostly they sat in silence.

I went downstairs to greet President Obama when he arrived, and I provided an overview of the situation. “Two families per classroom . . . The first is . . . and their child was . . . The second is . . . and their child was . . . We’ll tell you the rest as you go.”

The president took a deep breath and steeled himself, and went into the first classroom. And what happened next I’ll never forget.

Person after person received an engulfing hug from our commander in chief. He’d say, “Tell me about your son. . . . Tell me about your daughter,” and then hold pictures of the lost beloved as their parents described favorite foods, television shows, and the sound of their laughter. For the younger siblings of those who had passed away—many of them two, three, or four years old, too young to understand it all—the president would grab them and toss them, laughing, up into the air, and then hand them a box of White House M&M’s, which were always kept close at hand. In each room, I saw his eyes water, but he did not break.

And then the entire scene would repeat—for hours. Over and over and over again, through well over a hundred relatives of the fallen, each one equally broken, wrecked by the loss. After each classroom, we would go back into those fluorescent hallways and walk through the names of the coming families, and then the president would dive back in, like a soldier returning to a tour of duty in a worthy but wearing war. We spent what felt like a lifetime in those classrooms, and every single person received the same tender treatment. The same hugs. The same looks, directly in their eyes. The same sincere offer of support and prayer.

The staff did the preparation work, but the comfort and healing were all on President Obama. I remember worrying about the toll it was taking on him. And of course, even a president’s comfort was woefully inadequate for these families in the face of this particularly unspeakable loss. But it became some small measure of love, on a weekend when evil reigned.

What Obama Secretly Did in Newtown

It’s damn hard not to hate the people who can hate such a man.

Importance of good product management



I can see this mini-dialog occurring in email:

Tech: The spec for the printing on this pencil doesn’t specify which direction it should be printed. Can you clarify?

PM: Oh for God’s sake just use your own judgment. Why could it possibly matter?

In similar vein, this was pretty humorous. Well worth the 7 1/2 minute investment of your time.

This place exists

Max, 2014/04/03 

Nasir Al Mulk Mosque. Shiraz. Iran in iran-shiraz

Should be able to click and explore. If not, try here and make it full screen.

Just looks like the embodiment of pure evil, doesn’t it?

“I held his still-beating poly-stuffed heart in my trembling hand…”


Gruesome. NSFW.

Raise a toast for Obamacare

Max, 2014/04/01 


The costs were high, but today, the joke’s on the GOP

When castrati were REAL men…


Just thinking about it makes my voice go up an octave!
Who’d of thunk?
Happy April! ;-)

Death of the ‘Death Spiral’…


ACA makes its signup target… Obamacare fails to fail…
The ‘Marxist Demise of Western Civilisation’ fails to occur on schedule… and Ms. Maddow makes the Fascists pay!

ANYONE who votes for GILA-MONSTER *ANYTHING* is simply mentally deficient.

MLB in Sydney?…

SkyHarbor, 2014/03/31 

Welcome, brother Aussies to the Big Show! This year’s season began ‘down under’ on Saturday night (local time) at the Sydney Cricket Grounds… With the Dodgers beating the D-Backs in both of two games. For most of us though, today will have to do! Mariners have been a bit lackluster lately, but maybe Max’s Pirates will shine! It’s all up for grabs… so let’s PLAY BALL!

Pescetarian’s nightmare

Max, 2014/03/30 

Tarantella gets DOWN…

SkyHarbor, 2014/03/29 

La Cantina from Sky Harbor on Vimeo.

Tandra Quinn as the strange but mesmerising ‘Tarantella’, Dr. Araña’s masterpiece…
Dr. Leland J. Masterson takes exception to her bizarre ‘Tarantula Dance’…

My brief review:

Weirdness in the Muerto desert… the Desert of Death!!
Author: skyharbor (skyharbor@home.com) from Seattle, WA
1 December 2000

I guess this one must be an acquired taste (judging by the other reviews). Of COURSE it’s awful – that’s what makes this 1953 film so good! Tandra Quinn’s eerie and erotic ‘Tarantula Dance’ in the cantina scene alone is worth the price of admission. The voice-over narration is also great, not to mention such trenchant dialogue as “And they threw her down, and her blood was sprinkled on the wall, and he trod her underfoot”! If you enjoy the cinematic misfires of Edward D. Wood (‘Plan 9 From Outer Space’, etc.), you’ll love this one!


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