Great thoughts from far and near

* Christopher Smart, in his 1751 poem, “An epigram of Sir Thomas More, imitated,” has a man kissing Dorinda, whom he playfully tells her nose is too big.

At which Dorinda, “equally to fun inclined,” placed “her lovely Lily hand behind./ ‘Here, Swain,’ she cried; ‘Mayst thou securely kiss,/ Where there’s no nose to interrupt thy bliss.’”


Right here, Bud.


* The academic (not athletic) racial achievement gap at one Oak Park K-6 school was said to be “more unique” than at other schools — by its principal.


Is she more unique than other principals?


* A book I am working through is The Roots of National Socialism, by Rohan D’O. Butler (Dutton, 1942). It would be good reading for others, I think, especially by young folks who do not know Naziism was socialism — national socialism, as opposed to the international version run out of a building in Moscow.


The roots in question are heavily philosophical. The book is a tour de force showing the consequences had by ideas.


* We routinely object to senseless violence (it’s a consecrated phrase), but when do we hear praise for sensible violence?


On the football field is one place, but no guns allowed.  The Bears’ Tank Johnson has done his time for gun violations and is suspended for several games at considerable monetary loss. I am assuming he had to promise not to go armed onto the field.

Oak Park Dem leads the way

SPRINGFIELD — Political pressure for schools to pinch pennies collided with state lawmakers’ loyalty to teachers unions Tuesday, creating a conflict at the Capitol that some area educators fear will increase costs for schools — and eventually taxpayers.

At issue is a union-backed measure that would require outside companies to offer comparable benefits when hired by school districts for jobs that range from security and transportation duties to food service and maintenance work.

The Senate approved the plan 35-16 Tuesday. It narrowly passed the House last month and now goes to the governor’s office for review.

The bill is sponsored by Oak Park’s own Don Harmon, next time you wonder why taxes rise. Thanks also to Harmon-endorsed Todd Stroger over at the county board, preparing to raise property taxes to pay for relatives and friends in his employ.

Tax and spend, tax and spend, tax and spend: thank you, party of Todd Stroger!

About that word you’re using . . .

LOOK OUT: I’m tired of this politically correct restriction. Can’t say the N-word? Heck with it, I’m going to say it: Negro. There. That felt good. Now the C-word. You don’t know what the C-word is? Colored.  . . . .

. . . The N-word is not merely banned as epithet. It’s become unpronounceable. Panic grips hearts at the sound. It has totemic significance. It’s the evil eye looking at you, Boy (and Girl). It knows where you live. . . . .

ELECTION: . . . . the New Leadership Coalition–Dolan, Lyon, Meyer, Shiffer–sounds the bell for fiscal change. Overspending is the Oak Park problem, and spending in the wrong places.   . . .

MANIFESTO: Oak Parkers, wake up! You have nothing to lose but your bill for the costs of letting trustees muck around in commercial real estate!

[Entire column here]

Sartre smoked

The grave of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Be...
Jean-Paul and Simone's grave, to which their paths of glory led

* The cigarette was brushed out of Jean-Paul Sartre’s hand for an exhibition in 2005.  Sartre smoked, but not in the commemorative picture years after he died.  He was also one of the great sexual athletes of history.  So was his lifelong love, Simone de Beauvoir, a switch-hitter whose girl friends captured Sartre’s fancy now and again.  One of these resisted his advances and near broke his haunted heart, however.  It was not easy being a king of sex, so uneasy lies the head wearing that crown.

— from Jean-Pierre Boule’s review of TETE-A-TETE: The lives and loves of Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre, by Hazel Rowley (Chatto and Windus) in TLS 3/17/06

* We hear complaints about senseless acts of violence, but never praise for sensible ones.  Is this wise?

* At Bread Kitchen during Xmas week, “Tum te tum tum” (Drummer Boy) overhead for the thousandth time this season is bad enough.  But what of the woman at the next table picking up on it and humming along lightly?

* Comedian Shelley Berman had a shtick where he spoke of dropping ashes in his lap while driving.  Parked at a light on a busy street, he brushed furiously at his lap, looked up and there was an elderly female bus passenger looking at him censoriously.  Likewise, I looked down while on a Bread K stool and saw that my belt was undone and my fly was unzipped.  Oh boy.

* Old joke, but in view of recent highly publicized developments, is it time to revive “Crook County” as replacement name?  No?  Whatever.