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Armchair theorist, poet, and occasional IT manager, Sascha B. is equipped with a Master's Degree in Middle Eastern Studies from the University of Texas, and is not afraid to use it. His work has been published by the University Press of America, Edwin Mellen Press, University of Texas Press, and a variety of small journals nationwide. He is also the proprietor and baker for 3141 Pie, of which you should eat many.

The Deal

I stopped blogging in 2013, when life overtook me. My father became ill and died shortly thereafter, and my mother was left with increasing dementia. I became the primary caregiver, and now orchestrate my mother's care and our family estate.

Now, I am coming up for air again.

Looking for the next book to read. All suggestions welcome.

My reading list is over here.







Monday, April 05, 2010

Monday

As we come to the end of the passover week, and see in our rear-view mirror the eggs, chocolate bunnies, and Church sex-abuse scandals of Easter, there are three items in the news that have caught my attention: first, the earthquake in Baja California yesterday, measuring 7.2 and rocking the west coast from below Ensenada to the southern reaches of the LA sprawl. After Haiti, and Chile, it makes me wonder if some great beast beneath the earth (metaphorically speaking) has rolled over in its sleep, or whether it is rising from its slumber.

The next item is this morning's attack on the US Consulate in Peshawar, Pakistan. I'm not sure what it means, but such a brazen attack against a major US target is troubling.

Finally, in an editorial in the SF Examiner today, a note that raised my estimation of Barney Frank significantly. One of his staffers, as is the pattern in Washington, went and got himself a lucrative lobbying job. Frank's response?
Frank instructed his subalterns “to have no contact whatsoever with Mr. Roberson on any matters involving financial regulation for as long as I am in charge of that committee staff.” He also stripped Roberson of committee duties the moment he learned he was negotiating for a lobbying job.
Quixotic, perhaps. But what if we had a few more Quixotes in congress, and a few less Sancho Panzas and Inquisitorial Priests....