Monthly Archives: November 2008

Supremely F*%#ing Funny

I loved this story in today’s Washington Post, about the Supreme Court’s discussion of whether the government can fine television networks for a one-time, “fleeting” expletive on television. The case came about in response to Cher inadvertently(?) dropping the Queen Mother of Swears on a live awards show in 2002.

I got a kick out of government’s attorney arguing that overturning this policy could lead to “a world where the networks are free to use expletives . . . 24 hours a day,” including “Big Bird dropping the F-bomb on Sesame Street” — a hilarious bit of hyperbole — but more than anything, there’s something really funny about the Supreme Court justices trying gamely not to use the dirty words in question in the courtroom, falling back instead on more delicate terms like “F-bomb”, “freaking” and “the eff word.”

And then there was this:

…88-year-old Justice John Paul Stevens asked whether the FCC would sanction a broadcaster if the indecent remark “was really hilarious, very, very funny.” Solicitor General Gregory G. Garre said the commission would, along with “whether it’s shocking, titillating, pandering.”

“Bawdy jokes are okay, if they’re really good,” Justice Antonin Scalia cracked, to more laughter.

I don’t know how this is going to turn out, but this is one Supreme Court opinion I’m going to read. But only to see if they left in all the dirty words.

Vote!

My wife and I headed over to Damascus Elementary School at eight this morning to cast our votes in the election. There are thousands of reasons we love living in a small town, and here’s yet one more: here’s the line we stood this morning as we waited to vote:


(Sorry it’s blurry; I took it with my phone camera as I was approaching the entry.)

Yup, we waited exactly ten seconds before we signed in to cast our ballots. However, it’s different in other places across our county. One of my colleagues reported standing in line for more than 90 minutes; others have been in line since the polls opened at seven this morning and, as of ten a.m., still haven’t reached the voting booth.

But you know what? None of them are complaining. “I waited in line for Green Day tickets for six hours,” one person told me. “I can certainly wait four to vote.”

I agree. Heck, I’ve waited two hours to ride Space Mountain at Walt Disney World. With that in mind, waiting in line to vote isn’t an inconvenience; it’s practically downright patriotic.

I don’t care who you vote for today, just so long as you vote. Too many have worked too hard and given too much to make sure you can.

Do it.

Topping It Off at the Pasatiempo

My pal Brian D. informed me that there’s an interview with me in Pasatiempo, the arts magazine of the Santa Fe New Mexican. It’s actually the transcript of a conversation I had over the phone with reporter Craig Smith about ten months ago, as I was stuck in traffic. It’s also one of the first interviews I ever did — at least sitting on the business end of the microphone — and I think the jitters show, since I tend to ramble a bit from each question.

There’s one funny moment, though, right at the end of the discussion, where a misheard, mis-transcribed word, makes things sound rather dirty:

The other thing I would really hope comes through in the book is how hard this guy really had to work. If you see his letters, he didn’t spell very well; it’s why I wanted to print his letters as they are. He had to work hard to make his writing work. He took it very seriously.

While people thought he was writing this elegant prose and topping it off, he was humping.

Actually, what I said was “tossing it off,” not “topping.” But paired with the term “humping,” it probably sounds more interesting that way.

Here’s the link to Pasatiempo, but it’s a bit of a mess navigating the pages. If you’re so inclined, I’m on pages 32-34. At some point, I’ll put a (corrected) transcript up on my main website.