Thursday, August 13, 2009
1982: Some Good TV
First, Police Squad! by messrs. Abrahams, Zucker, and Zucker. I vaguely remember the show, but as I was only ten years old when it came out, it wasn't sufficiently on my television radar to capture my interest. I do remember, however, that my older brothers and sisters rather liked it, so I was present in the room (shag carpeting, paneling, fake plastic bulls on the walls; we were stuck in the 1970s) when it was aired. It's interesting to see how entertaining the jokes are even in "censored" television form -- ZAZ really dirtied up the director's cut of Airplane! the movie that started it all.
Best joke from the show:
Suspect: Who are you? And how did you get in here?
Drebin: I am a locksmith. And I am a locksmith.
The other blast, Remington Steele. The show was soooo cool when I was a kid. I mean, they had car phones and everything. Didn't matter that they had DIALS on their car phones, that they were as large as suitcases and such. They had CAR PHONES. Also, when Remington Steele was taking his stealthy pix of the delivery guy, he he actually had to DEVELOP THE FILM himself. No digital camera for him. So wonderfully anachronistic.
Note I said I enjoyed the shows. Not cultish about either one in any way. They're fun to watch, yes, but there's no obsession here. It's just too bad, however, that Police Squad! didn't fare as well as it did. I'd like to see someone try to do it again. And still keep it clean.
The Goode Family: Just NOT Good Enough
Maybe this little clip from ABC's The Goode Family was a little prescient. This Mike Judge cartoon, lampooning the smugger sides of America, is being cancelled. Which is a pity, because Gerald and Helen Goode were growing on me. Not that I helped them at all. I pretty much watched what I could of the show on YouTube, so my fannery doesn't show up in the small (at its height, the show barely attracted 3 million viewers) ratings the show got. So ABC is pulling the plug.
I don't know why more people didn't like the show. While it does poke fun at the left-leaners in the nation, there's enough That's-Me-In-The-Mirror moments in the show to make everybody laugh at themselves. I especially liked the constant one-upmanship between Helen and her rival Margot, seeing who could out-Liberal each other. (Best moment: After Helen's long-time pen pal Mikinkin from Myanmar shows up to stay with the Goodes, Helen brags to Margot that she's hosting a refugee. Margot steams: How did she get a refugee before I did? I'm on a list!)
I feel like Judge and company struck enough similar chords between The Goode Family and their other, more popular project, King of the Hill, to get enough crossover appeal. But perhaps the KOTH appeal was more character than the satire, and if that's so, that's too bad.
I Got Fungus!
Our raspberry patch, which has produced a fairly good crop this year, suddenly has fungus. Michelle started noticing the patches of white dust and fuzz on the leaves and berries earlier this week, and last night when we sprayed the fungicide, it was all over the place. Yes, we sprayed fungicide, all the while with me recalling episodes from Berton Roueche's "Annals of Medicine" of people who got deathly ill from having fungicides and other chemicals leach through their skin. But I'm feeling much better now.
We hope we've got the fungus wiped out, but only time will tell. It's a worry because right next to the raspberries we've got an apple tree -- well, it's the neighbor's tree, but he lets us pick the apples -- and our tomatoes, which might actually produce a crop this year. We don't want the fungus spreading.
By the way, I cursed a lot of mosquitoes last night. They kept flying INTO MY EARS to bite me in the ear canal, as if they were hungry for excess wax. Stupid little things.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
How About Ya Quit Makin' Things Up
Thanks, Jon. I needed that.
And I needed this, too:
http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/mon-august-10-2009/healther-skelter---obama-death-panel-debate
I, too, would like to see Obama put a spell on white people and favor a health plan that scares the public the most.
Obamacare: Let the Reading Begin Now
That's the general feeling that comes to mind when I look at how the debate -- if the rancor and spitting and screaming and navel-gazing going on can be called ebate -- over health care in the United States is going.
All I know is this: The last two times I went to the doctor, I felt ripped off.
A few years ago, I had a mole removed. Technically, I called it a birthmark, since I'd had it for as long as I could remember. It had changed shape slightly, though. Slightly. To be cautious, I had it removed. Cost us $116, after what insurance would pay.
The time before that, I went in to get a prescription renewed for allergy medication (something I'll never do again). I sat in the waiting room for 30 minutes, in an examination room for another 10 minutes, had a doctor take my blood pressure and write out the prescription. All that cost $55. Plus whatever it was I had to spend on the medicine.
So I've been lucky. No huge bills.
Even having three kids hasn't been all that bad. For each, we ended up paying about $3,000 in hospital bills when they were born, plus the regular checkups and such. but no major traumas.
So we've been lucky.
I look at my mother, who has various medical conditions. She had a pacemaker put in a few years ago. Medicaid paid for virtually all of it. That's a government health care program that works, as far as I'm concerned, and I don't mind paying for a portion of it through my payroll taxes.
So why couldn't that work for me and mine?
Is it a government handout? Hardly. I'd pay for government-sponsored health care through my payroll taxes. Talk about a heck of a group discount. I already pay for private health insurance, and let me tell you how well that's worked out for us: For the first two years, we had a flat rate for a so-so policy. After the two years were up, they wanted to increase our premiums by nearly doubling them. How many claims had we had in those two years? None. Absolutely non. But because "the price of health care is going up," they wanted more money. We said no. We made our agent look for a less-expensive policy, that's actually a little better than what we had. If the government were to get involved and offer options, I'd study those as well, but I wouldn't feel forced to take them just because they came from Uncle Sam. Free market rules would apply -- if the feds offered plans worse than a private provider, guess what? I'd go with a private provider.
What I'd rather see is price controls. Yeah, call it socialism, communism or whatever you want. But price controls worked during World War II to curb inflationary prices, and it could work in health care today. To this day I still do not know why I had to pay my doctor $55 for a prescription and a blood-pressure taking. Or why thirty seconds in the doctors office to snip a mole off cost us $116, after what our insurance paid.
But before that's going to happen, we need to discuss what's going on. I haven't ready Obama's health care bill; I'm just like many in government who have not read this 1,000-page document. But I'm not going to cherry-pick things -- like this "euthanasia counseling" that the fringe nutters have latched onto -- to derail the conversation. I want to know what it means. So I'm going to start reading it. I'll let you know what I think as I go along.
Update 1: Yes, I will definitely be reading the bill and offering my inexpert opinions here. Any appeal to the Internet for a summary of the bill either brings up right-wing spittle or left-wing righteous indignation.
Update 2: One of the criticims I've read about this plan from the right is that it allows "government access" of individual checking or savings accounts for premium payment. Why is this such a bugaboo? I already let a private insurer automatically withdraw premiums from an account we have set up specifically for that bill. They don't get to see what we have in our other accounts. Plus, my employer automatically deposits my paycheck in our bank, after taking out federal and state taxes. Why is this such a scary thing?
Update 3: Another criticism I don't understand is that some out there figure we ought to install a Darwinian program in which those who are a burden on society (mentally ill, crippled, et cetera) ought not to be insured at all, since they're not "contributing" members of society. This from the same faction that criticises abortion because of the killing of fetuses. So protect them until they're born, and then if they're born crippled or handicapped or whatever, pull the plug? That's a plotline from Lois Lowry's The Giver, not one for public health care. Jesus Christ didn't limit his miracle-making to those who weren't crippled or possessed of all their senses of mental faculties. Opposite thinking is definetely un-Christian.
Update 4: The text of what I'm reading, by the way, is available from the Government Printing Office here.
Update 5: I'm a tenth of the way through. On page 113, the guidelines for families who would receive government help in paying for healthcare surfaces. If I understand this correctly, if a family makes less than 400 percent of the federal poverty line for their size of family, they qualify for subsidized health care. So going by these guidelines, a family of five (my family) would have to make more than $103,000 a year to be disqualified for government assistance. So my family qualifies, if this passes. But here's the wrinkle: If I have an employer that offers a health insurance plan that qualifies as an "acceptable" plan under these guidelines, I don't get the subsidy. The subsidy only applies to individuals who meet the guidelines and who work for an employer that does not offer health insurance. Again, this is all if I understand what I'm reading correctly.
I'm also unclear what happens if a family of my size and income opts to go for the public option. Does the subsidy kick in, or do we not get it because we chose the public option instead of the employer-offered/private option?
Update 6: They need to follow their own advice. Earlier on, they say that if this plan is enacted, they'll be required to use "everyday langugae" to explain it to people. They need to be doing that now. That's how they're losing the battle, and how the smug left and spittle-emitting right are losing.
Update 7: Are the spittle-emitters reading the same bill I am? One of their criticisms is that this public option is going to be open to everybody including (gasp!) illegal immigrants. However, on page 143 of the bill, undocumented individuals are forbidden from receiving subsidized government healthcare under this plan.
Update 8: Page 144, so if an employer offers health insurance but the employee opts for the public option, the employer still has to pay a portion of the costs, just as they would if the employee took the private option. No problems there.
Update 9: Found this, for those who want to be pro-active in controlling their own health care costs: Healthcare Blue Book, a site that lets you search geographically for average prices on any kind of surgical procedure or doctor's care you'd care to find. Use this as a bargaining chip with those you seek care from, I suppose.
Update 10: They are taxing the rich stuff. Make over $350,000 a year and you'll be taxed an additional 1 percent on your gross income; the rates range up to 5.4 percent for those with a gross income of over $1 million. Take that, Jon Stewart . . .
Update 11: I'm foundering. I'm 337 pages in and I wish I could find reference so the "death Panel" the spittle-emitters are all on about so I could apply to that and stop reading. This summary, done by the Associated Press and posted on the American Association of Retired People, reasonably sums up what I've read so far. But counting on $200 billion in penalties from employers who don't offer insurance or employees who don't take it sounds iffy to me.
I think I have a question answered, though. Sounds like a family my size would get health care subsidies, whether I opted for a public or private plan. That helps expalin why the cost estimates for the plan are $1.5 trillion over ten years.
Update 12: I know part of what would help thie situation is if Americans in general would make more common-sense approaches to health care. I know quite a few people who will take their family members to the emergency room at the drop of a hat, or who make poor choices in purchasing medicl necessities. We get our birth control, by the way, from Mexico, where the pills cost about a third less than they do in the states (my wife's parents visit Mexico on a regular basis, so they just bring the stuff back for us). I'm also off of the prescription sinus medication and have actually tried an alternative medicine trick this summer to combat the allergies: Rather than taking Claritin or a generic equivalent, I've been taking a mixture of lemon juice, lemon oil and peppermint oil, about two ounces of the stuff a day. Seems to be working as well as the OTC stuff I was taking, and I avoid the side-effects of numb fingers and occasional dizziness.
Update 13: An interesting quote, first of all, from Robert Laszewski at the Health Care Blog:
Affordability – [in Obama's plan] affordability is more about shifting the
cost of insurance to the government then it is making a more efficient U.S.
health care system. Health insurance is more affordable for people because he
spends many billions of dollars subsidizing access for everyone.
I've got a problem with that. Why can't we focus on reining in costs, rather than throwing money from different pots into the system? I know there are a lot of people out there who would flip out about price controls, but that seems to be a significant root to the problem, along with the apochryphal $5 hospital bandage or the $60 hospital aspirin.
Update 14: I admit I'm doing a lot of skimming. They really needed a Simple Language Filter for this before they put it out. But I understand it has to be all legal-like, like the Grogans' bill of sale for Petey. But still, it's a bit ridiculous.
Update 15: Here's Time magazine's take on healthcare exchanges. Sounds both good and bad. And, at the onset, exclusionary. I know the hybrid public/private approach is a safe political bet, setting the spittle-emitters aside, but it sure looks to be messy. I still go back to lucky Update 13. We need cost control above anything else.
Update 16: 2:58 pm. Will have to finish reading later. It's very verbose. And obtuse.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Two Weeks
A few milestones: Liam leaves the elementary school for the intermediate school, which means nothing outside our little school district. Isaac also enters kindergarten, and, hopefully, doesn't drive his teacher crazy in the first week. He's such a busy little kid.
The intermediate school is an entire TWO BLOCKS further from home, which is causing a little anxiety. I think the curse is taken off it by the fact he can walk through the elementary school playing fields to get to the intermediate school, but we'll see if that holds true.
One question I do have for the school district: You're starting the school year on a Thursday. A Thursday? Oh well.
So this weekend, one last fling. Not sure where we'll go, or if we'll go at all. I do know that with school starting, fall and winter won't be far behind, and I'm way behind in getting the wood we'll need to feed the wood stove all winter. If this winter is anything like the last two, we'll need all the wood we can get, as they started early, brought lots of snow and left late. I'm technically not sure I'm ready for winter, even without the scanty woodpile making me nervous. The older I get, the less prepared I feel for winter.
Speaking of prepared, Michelle talked me into another project last weekend -- converting the kids' fort into an enclosed playhouse, in an attempt to keep the bugs out. I don't know how well that will succeed, but I'll sure give it a try.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
He Writes the Songs, I Take Care of the Blog Posts
Ordinarily, I try not to mix this blog with the Cokebury Party Blog, but I've just written a post over there that I'm insanely proud of. It may be the first ever successful integration of a staid Easter Party with Mr. I Write the Songs himself, Barry Manilow.I've had Barry on my mind since yesterday when I heard Copacabana on the radio and was bitterly disappointed when the song was immediately followed up with by a tire commercial. In my mind, the only way to follow up Copacabana on the radio is to immediately play Copacabana again. (The second playing, fortunately for those who don't like Barry, negates the playing of the song for a third time, because even rabid Manilow fans should learn moderation.) Anyway, you may read the aforementioned blog entry here. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Corianton
But he's humble. Teachable. He repents of what he did wrong and goes on with his brothers preaching the gospel, bringing people to Christ. And that's a good thing. More fundamentally, he realizes that it's through his own choices that he's able to find permanent happiness, not the intemperate happiness that comes through the "pleasures" life on Earth offers.
I'd like to meet him, to talk with him about how he felt as we was beign instructed, and how he handled himself afterward. I believe he's a good man. I believe he's a man like me who has done things wrong, and has found forgiveness through repentance.
I also believe that Alma's lessons to his son are proof of what we're admonished to do in 1 Corinthains 13 -- Alma epitomizes charity, rebuking with love, and showing that as he speaks with the tongue of men and of angels, he has charity and is not as sounding brass nor a tinkling cymbal.
Anyway, that's my soapbox for today. Thanks for shopping with us.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Poor Twitter
I read somewhere -- CNN, I think -- that some Twitter users felt "naked" without being able to Tweet. Pardon me, but that seems a bit pathetic.
I was once like that, though. About a month ago, I was a heavy Tweeter. But then my iPod Touch went through a full cycle in the clothes washer and stopped working. For a week, I felt pretty odd, not having that little instant gratification device in my hands whenever I wanted it. But as the week went on, and I visited Twitter less, and used computers less because I couldn't pull it out when I was on the bus or in the bathroom, I realized that I missed the thing less. I still feel badly that the iPod went through the wash, but I realize now that I don't really need one. I've got a desktop and a laptop, and that suffices.
And it does mean I spend less time on Twitter. And that's a good thing. I've read more books since the iPod went under than I did in the months I had it. And it's been at least 24 hours since I Tweeted. Don't miss it.
Oh Boy! Road Trip!

Eroded Rocks Sporting Pines in the Snake River Canyon
I have an affinity for the stretch of U.S. Highway 89 between Alpine and Jackson, Wyoming.
A long time ago, I remember riding with my family along that road, squeezed between the river and the hills the river snaked through. I don't remember if we were on our way to Yellowstone National Park or going home, but I do remember staring at the river far below, staring up at the trees clinging to the hills and listening to the chatter in the van as we tooled long with winding road. It's not a long trip -- less than 100 miles -- but it remains one of my favorite road trips ever.
Then there's this story:
My brother Albert is a bricklayer. I put myself through school working summers -- and some winters -- alongside him, most of the time as a hod carrier, occasionally as an apprentice bricklayer or rock layer myself. On this particular occasion, we were enroute from our homes in Idaho Falls to Jackson, where we were working on a house. It's one of those houses built by a real fusspot, which I understand; he was paying enough for the land, the house, and the work, nearly a million dollars, as I recall. The foundation, for instance, had to be built twice because the architect noticed it was off by a few degrees -- which was going to spoil the framing effect he hoped to achieve with the living room's big windows.
Anyway, we were enroute to Jackson, early in the morning. Albert was driving his white Chevy cream puff pickup. I was sleeping. It was winter, and the roads were slick. We were in the Snake River Canyon, headed north. Suddenly, through my sleep, I felt the truck slipping. I woke up to look down into the canyon as the truck was skidding towards the guardrail as Albert was trying to steer it the other way.
"Veer left!" I shouted, channeling Vizzini from William Goldman's The Princess Bride. "Veer left!" Albert finally got traction and we avoided going for a frosty swim.
I still love the road. Driving on it last weekend from Jackson to Alpine, we practically had it to ourselves. Most people touring the national parks to the north never go further south than Jackson as they visit, and they miss a lot. I love the eroded canyon walls where the copper-colored water bubbles and flows below. I love looking at the mountains, covered in pine trees from base to peaks. And I love turning west at Alpine and heading into Idaho, skirting the northern shore of the Palisades Reservoir, a 20-mile-long lake with arms and nooks and crannies flung north and south as the water fills the flooded valley.
The water is the deepest blue, embraced by the velvet green of the hills bearing pine trees to the water's edge. It's the kind of place I love to take people who tell me eastern Idaho is ugly. If it is, it's their fault; they never get off the interstates. Such hihgways are great for getting you from place to place, but they don't always take you through the prettiest places.
And then there's places like The Angus in Swan Valley, Idaho, a place certainly you'd never see if you're stuck on the divided highway. We wanted a good place to eat -- and you can't find such places in Jackson. We've tried. If you like coffee, they've got you covered. But the food there is, well, not to be desired.
The Angus was different. From the outside, it doesn't look like much: A very worn building that used to be a drive-in. We took two booths on the building's west end, feeling a little isolated form the rest of the diners -- but that was on purpose, as our kids were a little tired of being in the van and were ready to be a little loud.
I'll admit I wasn't holding out for good food -- this was just another greasy spoon, after all. But they surprised us. First, my Dorothy burger. Beef with ham, cheddar and Swiss Cheese, served with crisp French fries. Then my daughter's chicken strips. These were not cafeteria strips. They were huge. SHe couldn't eat them all, so we shared them out. Definitely worth the stop.
