I'm walkin' on sunshine...
Sunday, December 19, 1999
My student loan came in over Shabbos!
I had planned a somewhat coherent entry for today, but I really have to do my overdue Women's Studies homework now. Besides, I've already added a whole bunch of bits and pieces to this one, so I think I'm just going to let that stuff comprise the rest of today's entry. I'd call it a weblog-ish approach, except that I haven't bothered to provide links for most of the following:
I was greatly cheered to find out today that the most odious portion of the Child Pornography Prevention Act was struck down in a federal appeals court on Friday. In a nutshell, it ruled that while it was okay to ban actual child pornography, images that merely seem to involve children, but which actually involve adults, are protected by the Constitution. No kidding.
You'd think this would be obvious, but, no, this is undoubtably going to be appealed to the next judicial level.
Still, having thought for awhile that the judicial system had gone completely 'round the bend -- as evidenced by the fact that they didn't strike this law down earlier -- it's nice to see a hopeful sign again.
So the founder of Amazon.Com is Time Magazine's Man of the Year. Not bad for a company that's been losing money hand over fist ever since it was founded... which is not to say it's necessarily a bad choice.
The Person of the Century's supposed to be announced next week. If you ask me, which you didn't, the only serious contenders are Hitler and Stalin. I'd go with Hitler, myself.
But, somehow, I suspect the people over at Time will find a safer choice.
(Admittedly, this may suggest a Eurocentric bias on my part. Granted. And perhaps I'm missing somebody important elsewhere in the world. With that having been said, I'd take Hitler over any other Dead White Guy for purposes of this title.)
Tonight seems to be "Jewish Night" over on the local PBS station, starting with a 1939 Yiddish production of Tevye -- a precursor of Fiddler on the Roof -- continuing through three other Jewish-themed shows, and winding up with a performance of the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra.
As I type this, they're in the middle of what so far is an excellent documentary on some modern Jewish women and their return to a more traditional (not necessarily Orthodox) observance. I'm not thrilled with every single aspect of it, but, on the whole, it seems very nicely done. I'm glad I decided to tape the whole evening.
Finally, I don't often plug entries in other journals, but Jette is in rare form today. Her exercise technique reminds me of my own method for staying upright on Israeli buses, when standing in the aisles as the bus careens through the hills: pretend you're surfing, and let Beach Boys songs go through your head.
(At a karaoke booth on a camp trip a few years ago, I actually went as far as to record my own version of "Surfin' U.S.A.," with new lyrics written on the spot to deal with being on a bus in Israel, but perhaps the less said about that the better. Although I'm rather proud of the kazoo solo on the bridge.)