Fran at Northwest Notes reminds us of the simple joys of a stroll in Ravenna Park - About halfway down the length of the park, there they were, on the side of the ravine, on the path in front of us, on the boardwalk footbridge, and on the higher trails: all the caped, masked swordfighters, chasing and clashing.
I resolve to get out and see the world in 2003. You never know what you might stumble across.
David at Clubbeaux serves up a memorial to a punk god in Joe Strummer, R.I.P. - Neil Young got it wrong – Johnny Rotten wasn’t the epitome of punk. Joe Strummer was. The heart and soul of punk died today. But to call Joe Strummer a punk is to call Pablo Picasso a Cubist. Picasso, whatever word the art critics were enamored of when he came along, is an artist for the ages. When Joe Strummer co-wrote and recorded The Clash punk happened to be the word editors were badgering their hacks to work into copy. Joe Strummer doesn’t stand with Richard Hell, The Damned, The Minutemen and other forgotten punk acts. He stands with The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and Bob Dylan as someone who moved rock music forward.
I resolve to steel myself for the loss of more Harrisons, Ramones and Strummers in 2003. Damn it all to hell.
Craig of mtpolitics.net makes this old liberal feel all warm and squishy, as he teaches his offspring to do the right thing in Waxing Philosophical - We are trying to raise our kids to be polite, generous, and to do the Right Thing(tm). Most of all, we try to set a good example for them, and reinforce what they are being told at home, and at church. So, this weekend, when we went to get the doughnuts, a perfect opportunity arose. We left the store with our glorious booty of two maple bars, two chocolate bars, replete with two Pershings: one chocolate, and one maple. On the way out, a man approached us, and asked if we had spare change. I said that I didn't, but if he was hungry, he was welcome to a doughnut or two, and I offered him the box.
I resolve to live up to my high ideals in 2003. If a lowly conservative can do it, so can I, dammit!
Of course, Arthur at The Light of Reason goes way beyond the usual lightweight drivel found at my site with What If ... Imagination, Tolerance, and an Unpredictable — But Possibly Glorious — Future - The possibilities are limitless, and so the choice is a simple one: you can either focus primarily on what is wrong with the world now, or you can ask yourself: What if...? And the answers to that seemingly simple question are bounded only by your imagination.
I resolve to be Arthur Silber when I grow up. Don't look for that in 2003.
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