Copyright 2004 Ben S. Pollock Tuesday, June 1, 2004. Ralph Nader won’t hurt John Kerry, and if he does, the tall Brahmin will deserve the loss. Just like Al Gore. I don’t believe Nader cost Gore the election. Nevermind the numbers and the Electoral College; the number indicate damage. But that’s not the point. If […]
Three shots
Copyright 2004 Ben S. Pollock Tuesday, May 19, 2004. I just realized something about procrastination that books on self-improvement never mention, nor do interviews with so-called personal coaches. It must be because they’re not procrastinators. If they only realized, if they only understood, this. I’ve got a couple of notes made last Saturday noon while […]
Down to the level
Copyright 2004 Ben S. Pollock Wednesday, May 5, 2004. A note about the U.S. MPs’ sexual and general humiliation of Iraqi civilian/military detainees. Here’s The New Yorker’s link to photos and articles. Jews are not supposed to make Holocaust comparisons lightly and don’t want non-Jews to make any at all. This, however, must be a […]
Half empty or half full?
Copyright 2004 Ben S. Pollock May 3, 2004. For weeks I’ve been wondering about the new logo for my hometown’s Walton Arts Center; it can be viewed here. The newspaper articles quoted several laudatory remarks about it. It obviously was professionally designed — a circle of W’s that also configure a star. But it also […]
The medium needs a massage
Copyright 2004 Ben S. Pollock May 1, 2004. I keep starting funnier “Bricks,” but anger keeps cropping across the pad with ink, the typewriter (a royal Royal standard jettisoned in 1979 by the Fort Smith newspaper), this iBook keyboard — the medium indeed does not matter. I’ll settle for coherency, dribbling wit as needed. Coherency […]
Commencement for one
Tea for two, commencement for one Copyright 2004 Ben S. Pollock April 10,25, 2004. To a graduating high school senior, whose identity I’m not otherwise revealing. This is advice about your coming college experience. These comments are not "nice." If anyone disagrees, fine; I could be wrong. That sentence was written by the nice me. […]