Oregon cougar plan based on fictions, not facts

If anybody should be afraid of cougars, you’d think it would be me. It’s pretty certain that a cougar killed two fawns near our house recently, and my dog-walking routine takes me right through this area near dusk (or even after dark). But I don’t worry about being attacked by a cougar because the risk is infinitesimal. I’m at about thirty times greater risk of being struck by lightning. So what is the problem that the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife’s much-debated plan to proactively kill cougars is trying to solve? Short answer: there isn’t one. The Oregon Cougar…

Dead deer could be cougar kills

Warning: this post contains explicit photos. Of dead deer possibly killed by a cougar. I’ll tell the story and share the evidence. Maybe someone who knows more about predator behavior than we do can shed more light on these kills via a comment or email. Near dusk yesterday I went for my usual walk with our dog, Serena, around Spring Lake, which is about half a mile from our rural south Salem home. When I got to the dock area I saw a small dead deer on the grass. That’s not too unusual. A few years ago another deer was…

Rain, Alito, and progressive depression

It’s been raining here in western Oregon for twenty-four days straight, I think. The bridge over our creek is in danger of being washed away. And so is my usually optimistic progressive mood. Guess I need a latte. A triple. I watched quite a bit of the Alito hearings yesterday. Less today. The outcome, in my opinion, is evident: he’ll be confirmed. He’s too smart and well-coached to make a major blunder. Plus, too many of the Democratic senators are playing into his hands. Biden and Kennedy in particular make long-winded speeches while a split screen shows Alito patiently waiting…

Darters, machine hogs, and other workout offenders

Today’s Statesman-Journal has an article about what gripes people at exercise clubs. “Smelly, grunting, nude people are top workout offenders,” says the headline. I agree that they are offenders, but not the top. I have my own additional idiosyncratic gripes, based on many years of twice or thrice weekly visits to the aerobic and weight machine rooms of Salem’s Courthouse Athletic Club, River Road branch. Darters, the bane of circuit training harmony. I tread on delicate ground here, because my wife herself is a darter—a weight machine user who ignores the careful scientific positioning of the equipment (legs first, then…

On not knowing what we don’t know

It’s not often that I think along the same lines as Donald Rumsfeld. But after a mildly embarrassing experience I’ve been pondering the words of our Secretary of Defense that won him the 2003 Foot in Mouth Award: Reports that say that something hasn't happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns — the ones we don't know we don't…

War on men

(click to enlarge) Now that the War on Christmas has died a seasonal death, why doesn't Fox News start talking about the War on Men? This photo my sister sent me from the Caribbean shows that it's an international affront against (half of) humanity.

I intercept an Al Qaeda email

It’s been quite a day for me on the fighting terrorism front. Two major accomplishments to report. (1) I discovered Al Qaeda’s headquarters in the United States. It’s in Indianapolis, Indiana. Got their email address too but haven’t had time to follow up on it. I’ve been too busy analyzing what certainly appears to be an Al Qaeda email message that somehow found its way into my Outlook inbox. Don’t know how it got there. Several pieces of evidence suggest that Al Qaeda isn’t using super-duper secret 2006 lock-the-door-and-toss-away-the-key email communication techniques. So the message I intercepted likely is authentic.…

Progressives own guns too

It had been quite a while since I’d walked into a gun shop. Salem’s Guncrafters had moved since my last visit, but the atmosphere was the same as I remembered: macho, quiet, organized, and, yes, deadly. It’s hard not to think of death when you’re surrounded with handguns, rifles, and shotguns of every description. Plus bullets, cleaning kits, and all sorts of gunnish accessories. I like the feel of a gun shop. I own several guns. And I’m a progressive. There, I’ve admitted it. To the gun shop owner, the “it” I should be embarrassed about is my progressive leaning,…

Another reason to use Firefox

As of today the recently-discovered serious “zero-day vulnerability” in Windows is still unpatched. I just checked Windows Update and was told “no high priority updates for your computer are available.” What gives, Microsoft? Are all of your programmers still on Christmas break? On December 28 the f-secure weblog said “We expect Microsoft to issue a patch on this as soon as they can.” A day later Microsoft issues a work-around until the patch is released (see the Dec. 29 posting on the link above). That’s great for people willing and able to mess around with the Windows registry, but for…

If you weren’t invited to our party…

I was thrilled that our New Year’s Eve party was mentioned in today’s Salem Statesman-Journal story, “Residents ring in new year—quietly.” But Laurel got anxious, because the story didn’t mention that this traditional gathering is for members of my meditation group, a fact that I mentioned several times to the S-J reporter who wrote: A desire for a more intimate experience with friends is what motivated Salem's Brian Hines to host a party. "It's just a nice time for fellowship," he said. "Oregonians are a quieter breed. We'd rather have a quiet conversation with people we know than go out,…

I’m cleaning out the link closet

With less than 12 hours remaining in 2005, it’s time for me to clean out this year's link closet where I store funny and bizarre sites that strike me as possessing some sort of je ne sais quoi special élan. Thanks in general to my fellow ORblogs posters who led me to most of these links, yet now must remain specifically unthanked as I’ve lost track of the cyberspace bread crumb trail that led me to these gems. Our journey into the funny and bizarre begins, of course, with cats… --Whenever my feline mental illness starts to kick up and…

If the West Coast was Kurdistan

I’d love to be able to secede from the United States. It’d be great to form an independent progressive nation out of California, Oregon, and Washington. I’m thinking like a Kurd, for the Iraqi provinces of Kurdistan are making preparations to secure their own borders. Even though I’m an American who has lived in a united country for all of my life, it’s easy for me to get enthused about establishing a separate nation that is truly in tune with my values. If California doesn’t want to come along, I’m equally up with the Republic of Cascadia plan that drops…

Wolves and fear of the wild

“I like my Canadian wolf fried.” What kind of person would put that bumper sticker on his or her car? I think, a fearful person. Someone who is afraid of the wild that wolves represent. Thoreau famously said, “In Wildness is the preservation of the world.” I’m familiar with that quote. But until today I hadn’t bothered to read what came before and after those words in his essay on “Walking.” The West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild; and what I have been preparing to say is, that in Wildness is the preservation of…

My “Oh, no!” of Christmas Eve

After telling Laurel that I'd finished wrapping her presents, this wasn’t the question that I wanted to hear on Christmas Eve: “You probably forgot to get me the only present that I asked for, didn’t you?” My calm audible response was, “Ah, um…of course I didn’t forget.” But inside my head a voice was screaming “Oh, no!” And the worst thing was, at first I couldn’t remember what the requested present was that I had forgotten. Which made sense, of course, yet still was disturbing. Because I couldn’t ask Laurel what it was I’d forgotten without making my horrendous lapse…

On my knees with Indian-accented tech support

Given the accents of the two people I talked with during my Linksys technical support call, I doubt that they were in Omaha. Which doesn’t bother me. Outsource all you want, Linksys, so long as you can get my WRT54G Wireless Router back up and running. I became desperate as soon as I turned on my laptop yesterday and saw that no wireless connection was available. “What the hell!” my mind screamed in its least joyous holiday spirit. After only a month I’d become addicted to our WildBlue satellite broadband internet that had rescued us from the tortures of 24kbps…

2005 Christmas letter headline: “We’re getting old!”

Once again I’m pleased to share the Hines’ annual Christmas/Holiday Letter. Every year I strive mightily to come up with a theme that encapsulates what the past 12 months have meant to us. For 2005, it is our sense that we are well on the way to being très anciens (rough translation: old farts). However, sharing this realization with the world — or, at least, the miniscule fraction of such that visits HinesSight — hopefully will have some therapeutic effects. For if it is indeed true that “you are as old as you feel,” then perhaps our open admission that…

Bush is a pathetic peeping Tom

George Bush’s evolving NSA-gate scandal makes him look like a presidential peeping Tom. He scurries around in the shadows, peering through partly-closed shades, afraid that someone is going to catch him invading the privacy of American citizens.

It’s pathetic. More obvious now than ever is how weak Bush is. He isn’t a strong leader with the courage of his convictions. Never has been, never will be. Strong men admit when they’re wrong and don’t try to cover up their mistakes. Wimpy peeping Toms whimper “But I was just looking for my cat in these bushes!” when they’re caught.

Be a man, George. You’ve been spying illegally on Americans, intercepting email and phone conversations without a court order. Take your licks, apologize to the citizens you’ve let down, and make us a promise that you’ll never trash the Constitution again. You know you’re on very weak legal footing.

And read Patrick Henry’s famous speech. It’s short. You should be able to handle it. There are a few big words, but Laura can help you sound them out. Focus on the ending: Give me liberty, or give me death!

You like sharp distinctions, George: good or evil, for us or against us. Here’s another one to put in your dichotomy basket: liberty or death. That’s why so many Americans have died in so many wars, to defend our liberty. Life isn’t worth living if it isn’t free.

Bush doesn’t understand that. Projecting his cowardice onto the citizenry, he keeps talking about how important it is to “keep our people safe.” Safe is good, George, but not at the price of our constitutional rights. That’s why this country had a revolution: to get out from under an imperious King.

Bush wants to be a king, not a president. He knows that he isn’t strong enough or smart enough to govern straight up, stating his goals and policies openly and honestly. So he and his cronies rely on secrecy, lies, back-room deals, back-stabbing, and other nefarious tactics to move their agenda along.

The Daily Kos has a nice series of posts today about NSA-gate that indicate how low the Bush administration is willing to go in its attempt to dismantle our constitutional protections.

(1) Bush was so desperate to keep his illegal peeping Tom activities from being revealed he tried to convince the New York Times not to publish its story about the National Security Agency eavesdropping on Americans without a warrant. (2) Contrary to Bush’s claim that congressional leaders approved of the underhanded NSA domestic spying, Sen. Rockefeller wrote a letter to Dick Cheney disapproving of the practice.

(3) Attorney General Alberto Gonzales admits that if the Bush administration had sought congressional approval to give the NSA explicit power to spy on Americans, Congress wouldn’t have agreed. (4) Cheney spoke falsely when he said that if the National Security Agency had had this sort of capability before 9/11, the attacks might have been prevented. The NSA always could eavesdrop on suspected terrorists–with a warrant.

One good thing emerging from this mess is that more people are starting to realize that the emperor has no clothes. King George is naked: morally, intellectually, constitutionally. Right now he’s blustering away, trying to distract us from his NSA-gate failings by accusing the New York Times and other “He’s got no clothes!” types of aiding the enemy.

That’s absurd, George. You’re the enemy when it comes to chipping away at our constitutional rights. The sooner Americans realize this and bravely choose liberty over the fear of death from a terrorist attack, the better.

[Next day update: The New York Times has a good editorial today about the “Fog of False Choices.” Bush, they say, is fond of false choices such as invade Iraq or face a nuclear attack. But the most absurd phony choice of all is Bush’s justification for his secret program of spying on Americans: save lives or follow the law. You can read the full editorial in the continuation to this post.]

Geese walking on water, a miracle!

I’m ready for rain. Maybe (ugh!) even freezing rain. Here’s Laurel and Serena by our frozen pond. It’s never looked like this before, for sure. This has been a strangely cold dry December. The moonset one clear morning made me feel like I was in Narnia. Still. Quiet. 21 degrees cold. Kind of eerie. Our nearby Spring Lake is almost completely frozen over. We’ve lived here fifteen years. This is a first. Probably can be traced to global warming temperature extremes. “Damn you, climate change apathetic George Bush!” I imagine the ducks are quacking, as their swimming area gets smaller…

JibJab’s “2-0-5!” jab at Bush is a must-see

The JibJab folks who brought us the hilarious “This Land” send-up of Bush and Kerry are back with an animated “2-0-5!” review of Bush’s trials and tribulations this year. I splurged and bought a $1.99 download. That way I can remind myself of the Bush Administration/Republican idiocies and incompetence anytime I want. Speaking of incompetence, the usually reliable Typepad weblog service messed up some routine computer maintenance last night. Typepad weblogs, including mine, temporarily got sent back in time to how they were a few days ago. So that explains why some recent posts and comments disappeared for a while.

The right is right on immigration reform

This being the holiday season, a time of brotherhood and good will, I’ve been searching my progressive soul for any political common ground that I have with the right-wing in America. I’ve been listening more than I usually do to Tony Snow, Sean Hannity, Lars Larson, and Victoria Taft (a local Portland rightie) as I cruise around in my progressively pure Toyota Prius, wishing that I could harness the hot air emanating over the radio waves for even greater mileage. There’s one issue—only one—that makes me nod in agreement when I hear it discussed on the conservative talk shows: immigration…