I live in a neighborhood with lots of Iranian immigrants,
so I’ve developed a mental habit of assigning anything that
seems odd to my Ohio-kid eyes to some custom I don’t yet fully
understand.

This is how it’s possible to be an elevator with two
people carrying goldfish in plastic bags, and simply think to yourself,
amused and curious, “oh — must be something for New Year’s.”

Yep.  First day of spring.  As I understand it, this is sort of like American New Year’s Day and Thanksgiving rolled into one.  Lots of family and food and hope for the coming year.

So, since I
know of at least a few people originally from Iran who visit this site: eid-eh shoma mubarak, wa sad saal be in saalha.  I hope you
party like it’s 1385.

Busy times in puduland.  A few plugs:

Scott Bateman, a terrific cartoonist friend, has a new magazine/chapbook/buncha damn words called Unruly.  I just got it in the mail, and it’s a dark riot.  I’ve chipped in a bit, and you’ll also find stuff from Scott, Paul Scheer, and a bunch of other wicked fun folks.

Proud to be a Liberal, a new collection from Ig Publishing, features rabble-rousing essays from Eric Altermann, Will Durst, Ted Rall, Tom Tomorrow, Matt Iglesias, and a bunch of others.  I’m in there somewhere, too.

I just wrote a forward to Revelations, a collection of the six-issue series from Dark Horse Comics.  It’s a pretty cool book, so it was easy to praise.

Incidentally, the long-threatened original comic series now has an artist attached whom I really like.  So that’s finally about to go forward. 

Also, the book I’ve been working on has passed the copyediting stage and will be published in the fall.  More on that coming.  Way more.  The first blurbs are in, and I’m happy to say that so far, it appears not to suck much.

Finally — and I am not making this up — I have been asked by professors at Harvard and Cornell to contribute the “Historiography: African American” entry in the forthcoming Encyclopedia of African Thought, to be published by Routledge in 2008.

How this happened I have no idea.  I assume it is a case of mistaken identity, but they contacted me through this very website.  This is fabulous.  I don’t even know what “historiography” means.  How they came to think I am African — much less whether I can be accused of “thought” — I have no idea.  I will have to find a way to break the news to Harvard and Cornell.

Oh, and Tom Tomorrow’s new book (there he is again) is on the right.  I still guest-blog over at TMW,
and I was a huge fan for years before I was lucky enough to become a
friend and then (I still think this is cool as hell) the voice of
Sparky the penguin.  Book is good.  You will enjoy.

Plug-O-Rama concluded.

From deviantArt.com.

You might notice in the upper left a new cause du jour around here, Stephen Heller, courtesy an email alert from an old friend who knows him. Short version:

Temp worker, regular guy with a wife and a dog and a mortgage and all, stumbles across legal documents indicating that Diebold looks way fishy re California elections. Like their-own-attorneys-thought-it-was-criminal fishy. (Incidentally, since Democrats simply cannot be elected nationally without California, this is a national issue. Big time.)

So guy blows the whistle, sends the papers to the California secretary of state, calls the newspapers, tries to protect the most fundamental aspect of our democracy. Like that.

Our friend seems to have pissed off the big boys royally. Now he’s facing three felony charges.

Read up, do your own thinking, and see if you agree: check out the LA Times, LA Weekly, Tribune Media Services, and the Oakland Tribune. Also, with a little more attitude, Kos and the Huffington Post.

Bottom line: I’m no expert, but it seems pretty clear. Dude deserves a medal, not jail.

As it is, the guy’s family is being financially wiped out. And that’s even if he doesn’t do time.

You can help by sending a few bucks to the Stephen Heller Legal Defense Fund website, which is also posting updates about the case. You can also bug the media — wherever you are, remember; this has national implications, especially given what we’ve learned about Ohio and Florida — to spend a few minutes on this, a story about trying to protect the most fundamental aspect of our democracy in a time of genuine danger, instead of just showing video of the latest grease fire at Hooters or whatever.

Incidentally, here’s an email note I just sent to the DA’s office (see address below) as best as I can remember it. (It’s the middle of the night — I’m up having a weird reaction to some travel vaccinations, and I’m not particularly organized.) I have no idea if this letter is a good model or not. It’s just what I’d listen to, maybe, if I was working there.

These people have simply got to be more decent and wise than they’re acting right now.

Thanks again to the old friend who contacted me about this. UPDATE: For some reason, the hyperlink that was supposed to open up a mail window with the address of the DA’s office got screwed up, and I can’t seem to fix it. So the address (written out to discourage spambots etc.; say it out loud and you’ll get it): lada at-sign co little-dot la little-dot ca little-dot us.

Parallels are hard to draw between sports, but imagine an NBA game where both sides suddenly score 200 points, or a mile race where two runners sprint to the finish line in 3:40, or an NFL game where running backs on both teams rack up 300 yards.

Something like that happened this weekend. I don’t know what it says about this site, but I’m getting a ton of mail about it.

So I finally got around to watching the TiVo of what several emailers told me was possibly the greatest one-day cricket match ever. It didn’t disappoint.

There’s a psychological phenomenon we all know about, and it’s a huge, cool thing to embrace. I’d butcher any detailed discussion — I am an expert in nothing whatsoever — but we’ve all heard quotes about how once a mind has expanded to embrace a new idea, it can never snap back to its old size. And we’ve all sometimes surprised ourselves occasionally by coming through at work or in school or in a crisis against what look like impossible odds. In all of sport, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a greater demonstration than what just happened.

Three decades since the One Day International was introduced, no team had ever once scored 400 runs in a match; the figure had been approached only a few times, with maybe the same frequency as an American baseball players flirt with the .400 batting mark.

This last weekend, Oz played South Africa in Johannesburg. And Australia, batting first, went out and blasted 434 runs, obliterating the existing record. It was breathtaking. Even the South African fans had to applaud. But as this was 100-plus runs more than any team in he history of the game had ever successfully chased, the match was obviously over.

Except it wasn’t. The South Africans, with nothing to lose, batted like they had nothing to lose. An hour later, they were actually far ahead of the Australians’ pace. So they kept at it, banging away with an aggression they’d never before even tried. Pretty soon, the record that looked like it might stand for many years… lasted just a little less than four hours. South Africa scored 438, and 32,000 fans at the New Wanderers Stadium went bananas.

Naturally, my TiVo stopped recording during the second-to-last ball. AAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH! So I had to read about the ending online. But still. Cool as hell.

Incidentally, you might wonder if the bowling was all just crap that day or if this was in the world’s puniest park or maybe the fielding was all rubbish, but nope. The stadium is a bit smallish, but cricket matches have been held there (from what I read — I’m new to this passion) since the 1950s, and nobody ever got near these numbers before. And as to the bowling, yes, Mick Lewis actually put up the worst numbers in history — I really do think John Howard himself couldn’t have been much worse — but Nathan Bracken had the best day of his career. And while Bracks did drop one ball in the field quite badly — does he know that he has fingers, and he’s allowed to use them? — both sides made a number of remarkable catches all day, diving for balls, one-handing line drives, yanking down flies at the boundary, and pulling in sinkers just inches from the turf.

Nope, the batting really was that amazing. And so sports sections in newspapers in not just Oz, but South Africa and India and Kenya and England and Trinidad and New Zealand and the rest of the cricket-playing world are already discussing how the game might henceforth be played with an entirely new set of expectations.

Granted, cricket may not be your thing. But surprising yourself by doing something mind-blowing and cool probably is. Setting impossible goals and then reaching them is a thing people do somewhere on Earth every day.

So, you may ask: how does this apply to politics, hunger, war, global warming, etc.?

Simple: however you imagine it does.

UPDATE: In the 5-day test which followed this post, Australia crushed South Africa handily.  The South African batsmen batted lazily, their footwork perhaps adversely affected by their ODI experience.  Their concentration in the field was positively dreadful as well.  They blamed some of this on the different ground conditions in Cape Town, but that had nothing to do with their footwork or ability to catch balls batted directly into their hands.  I’m not sure what this means, but it looked more like a group psychological problem as much as anything else.  Fascinating.