Thursday, September 30, 2010

By now you’ve probably heard about Tyler Clementi, the Rutgers student whose roommate secretly videotaped him having sex with another man and posted it on the Internet. Clementi subsequently killed himself.

It seems that the most serious charge the roommate will face is invasion of privacy.

Which got me to thinking: Why aren’t there invasion-of-privacy registers, just like there are sexual-offender registries? People convicted of invasion of privacy would forever be barred from being employed in any capacity that would require them to handle personal, private, or sensitive information. They couldn’t work in retail stores, for example, since they wouldn’t be permitted to process credit card transactions.

This seems an appropriate punishment for someone who has egregiously violated another person’s privacy, as appears to be the case in the Rutgers incident.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Allyson and I went to the Nationals game yesterday (they beat the Astros7-2). The game began at 4:30, which, as far as I'm concerned, is the perfect starting time for a baseball game. We were home in plenty of time to catch the season premiere of The Office. ... Interesting article in the New York Times today. Turns out Bing Crosby recorded the NBC broadcast of Game 7 of the 1960 World Series. The tape was recently discovered. It's the only known recording of the game. What caught my eye, however, is a photo accompanying the article. It shows Bing sitting at a ballgame with Frank McKinney. Harry and Bess Truman crashed at Frank's place on their Excellent Adventure. ... It's autumn in Washington. Today's expected high: 97. Ugh.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

A few days ago I was the “guest speaker” for a class at a small college. I pulled into town a little early and stopped at a diner for lunch. I had a club sandwich, which was delicious. Then I drove to the college, arriving about fifteen minutes before the class was scheduled to begin. Suddenly, my tummy didn’t feel so good. Maybe it was the club sandwich, I don’t know. In any event, I was lucky to find a bathroom just in the nick of time.

I travel frequently, so I always carry a small medicine bottle containing the various medicines I might need in a pinch: a couple Aleve, the daily doses of my prescription drugs, etc. Among these medicines, fortunately, is Imodium AD. I hurriedly fished a couple out of the bottle. They looked a little different than I remembered, but I just gulped them down. This was an emergency.

I was just beginning my talk when I began to feel drowsy and realized what I’d done: I hadn't taken Imodium. I'd taken Unisom, an over-the-counter sleeping pill. I made it through the talk, fortunately, as well as the drive back to the train station. But I slept pretty well on the train ride back home.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Apparently there's a commercial currently running that says the Dodge Caravan "literally gave birth" to all other minivans. A C-section perhaps?

Thursday, September 16, 2010

I went to the National Zoo this morning and shot a panda.

With a camera, of course.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Over the weekend we went to a memorial service for an old high school friend of Allyson’s who was killed in a traffic accident a couple months ago. When attending such a service, one inevitably begins to wonder: What will be said about me at my memorial service?

For the record, I do not believe the following things will (or should) be said about me, should I ever die:
He loved/had a joy for life.

He lived on the edge.

He lived life to the fullest.

He was patient.

He loved everybody he met.

He never daydreamed about mercilessly beating anybody who ever butted in front of him in lines.

He accepted with grace the shortcomings in others.

He loved to cook.

He loved the blues. My, how he loved the blues.

He was an optimist.

He always saw the good in people.

Don’t know the difference between its and it’s? Didn’t matter to him!

He despised trashy daytime TV. In fact, he hardly watched TV at all.

He thought Larry the Cable Guy was hilarious. And Jim Belushi was his favorite actor.