I used to babysit a kid who grew up to be a SEAL and my Dean at my first TT job had been one of the first official SEALs. They both had that scary intensity—that look that bores right through you leaving only an exit wound. One of my old roommate’s cousins is one too and the stories are … interesting.
They bad, yo.
I find it interesting that the Navy buried Osama at sea; I am certainly glad there will be no shrine to his body, though of course there will be shrines—‘miracles’ will happen there—but I almost feel that’s too good. Then again, I get really angry when I read Henry IV and see Falstaff desecrate Hotspur’s corpse and find Tim O’Brien’s ‘Sweetheart of the Song Tra Bong’ among the most devastating war stories ever put to paper as Mary Anne becomes a killing machine, wearing her victims’ ears around her neck.
This is a moment of conflict, to say the least. But I say good riddance to bin Laden but know the next man up will be just as dangerous and motivated.
My Netgear wireless router appears to have up and died on me.
Suggestions on a new one?
Went with the Cisco Linksys and everything except my iPod is synching right up. For some odd reason, the Touch has to log into the ‘guest’ network with a different password from the two laptops and the AppleTV.
F’in routers, how do they work?
My folks saw Brubeck several times, and this is the first song I really liked from their jazz collection.
Rest well, Dave.