Monthly Archives: January 2007

Death by Edit

A news release from the pub­lic rela­tions office of the Uni­ver­sity of Arkansas, the “Uni­ver­sity Rela­tions,” recently announced that noted writer Ellen Gilchrist, of the UA Cre­ative Writ­ing and Trans­la­tion Pro­gram, had an essay pub­lished in last November’s Smith­son­ian Mag­a­zine, “Watch­ing Water Run: My Kind of Town.” The essay is vivid; she explains why she lives

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It’s another skir­mish between Israel and the Pales­tini­ans: “EILAT, Israel (AP) — A Pales­tin­ian sui­cide bomber killed three Israelis at a bak­ery Mon­day in the first such attack inside the coun­try in nine months, and the two rad­i­cal groups that claimed to have sent him said they were try­ing to end weeks of Pales­tin­ian infight­ing

Peek at Peak, Pique Experiences

Pin­na­cle Hills Prom­e­nade, the new shop­ping cen­ter in Rogers inspired by The Tru­man Show, is won­der­ful to mock. It fea­tures Muzak-like music via out­door Bose speak­ers. It mar­kets itself as upscale while includ­ing ten­ants like Pay­less Shoes and Dairy Queen. Sun­day marked my fourth visit — and the first time My Beloved and I vis­ited

State of Deniers

Copy­right 2007 Ben S. Pol­lock Sat­ur­day was the 62nd Nazi Holo­caust Remem­brance Day, mark­ing the anniver­sary of the Soviet army’s lib­er­a­tion of Auschwitz in 1945. The hol­i­day was set up a long time ago by the United Nations. It’s not a sis-boom-bah hol­i­day of course; if com­pas­sion­ate Amer­i­cans note it at all, it’s like Flag

Cast bread upon the voters

It’s not fair to blow up a quo­ta­tion of a state leg­is­la­tor, even adding con­text to show that he or she prob­a­bly did mean it the way it sounded. But when remarks fall into your lap, cour­tesy of alert jour­nal­ists, who can resist? I have writ­ten pre­vi­ously about oppos­ing the repeal of Arkansas charg­ing sales

Fish in a Pork Barrel

If one wanted to blog obser­va­tions — the more daily and more local the bet­ter — the time to start imprint­ing the habit couldn’t be bet­ter than one’s state Legislature’s gen­eral ses­sion. Fork­ing pick­les from a bucket. I hate easy pickin’s. So I’m hop­ing to just focus on mat­ters that just might become law, not

Get It On …

All these flags being half-staff have been mak­ing me ner­vous. A lit­tle Inter­net work, and it turns out to be legit. For­mal mourn­ing for a pres­i­dent is 30 days. It’s in the U.S. Code. The per­ti­nent sec­tion is “m.” Poor Pres­i­dent Ford. Now the real his­to­ries can start to be com­piled. I bet schol­ars will find

Carve Buchwald on Rushmore

A great colum­nist passes. It’s Art Buch­wald, about whom I wrote nearly a year ago, when he’d been in hos­pice just a few weeks and well before he recov­ered enough to get thrown out. Actu­ally he was a part of my master’s the­sis of spring 2003, which researched the appar­ent death of the news­pa­per humor

Shut up, he explained.”

In slightly expanded con­text, from Ring Lard­ner: “Are you lost daddy I arsked ten­derly. “Shut up he explained.” It seemed rea­son­able to wait for the blogs to calm, and then some. It took nearly two weeks, an eter­nity on the Ether. The topic is what was meant by the Tues­day offer­ing of Los Ange­les Times

Resolution Desk

This must be the way to get a cou­ple of New Year’s res­o­lu­tions accom­plished: Start and fin­ish early. It works, it has to work this time. On Dec. 26, My Beloved and I returned to Phase 1 of the South Beach Diet. By mid-month, I dropped nine pounds and relaxed into the just-a-little-carb Phase 2. She’s