So it's been almost a year.

And what a year it's been. Anyway, hoisted from the comments on the SDJ, H/T to TT:

I realize that intelligent people make mistakes all of the time, but how could someone as smart as Peter Orszag have believed that clamping down on the deficit so quickly despite the collapse of and subsequent continuing weakness in aggregate demand; despite 10% unemployment; despite the meltdown of the financial system; despite interest rates near zero; despite non-existent inflation after a massive expansion of the monetary base; would be a remotely good or responsible idea? Pumping stimulus into an economy on life support "could undermine the confidence of businessmen and money managers"? The same businessmen who have continually said in survey after survey over the past 3+ years that their biggest challenge is the lack of customers buying their products?

It seems as though Washington deficit groupthink is like The Terminator: it can't be bargained with, it can't be reasoned with, it doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear, and it will not stop--ever!--until the deficit is dead. Even--no, especially--when reality repeatedly crushes it in a hydraulic press.

Amazing--in a very, very sad, unfortunate, and destructive way.

Stats Trending to 4 of 4

Okay, so it was not a sweep. LA did start the season at 2-0, dropped to 2-1 and then took it to 3-1 in yesterday's game. Although not erasing the sweep they suffered in the last series last year, there was one small victory that to my knowledge was overlooked by the major press on Saturday.

One trustworthy fan source (me) has it that the poor concession service may not be something to cry over. In front of me in line was an orange clad fan for the opposing team who tried to purchase additional beer. Lack of fashion sense aside, when he got carded he could only produce a dog-eared CDL. So the manager was asked to come over and inspect the card and, well, sorry to say it just didn't pass muster - no service. Now I have to say, just before this I remarked to my friend that we had spend nearly an inning and a half in line waiting to get beer and hot dogs and we'd noted our lack or progress against the other lines and how it was due to the guy serving our line. After this, I remarked what a fine citizen this was and how we were happy to be in his line to witness such fine civic virtue. [nodding to Blazing Saddles] I just wish my son had been there to witness this.

Anyway, to make a long story short. When it got to be my turn in line I prefaced the order by expressing my pleasure at seeing that sort of care taken and feeling it my duty to reward such behavior I gave the guy a nice cash advance. And I should say, he was very quick about filling it.

I've become a loyal patron of the slowest line in the row 30 field level.

Inching to 100

According to the cognisenti (blogger, actually) this is post 84. I dont think that includes the one that attracted so much spam that I deleted it.

Linsecum Pitches Well But Takes The Loss

Aaaah, opening Day. The Dodgers looks a little rusty, but it was basically a nicely solid game. And the Gints lost.

Sandoval looked good at third, by the way. But Loney's go ahead run was off a missed ball at third. Didn't think it at the time, as the focus on tv was the miss (and the kid was kicking up a fuss in a back room after his bath). The Hardball Times picks up:

Buster Posey may be the great test case for whether people only accuse minority ballplayers of lackadaisical, addle-minded play. The run which broke the 0-0 tie was the result of Posey's poor decision and poor throw trying to pick Matt Kemp off third. Yet, when it happened, the ESPN crew actually blamed the bad play on Pablo Sandoval, saying that he asked for the throw and didn't do a great job trying to catch it. Maybe he did ask for it, but Posey is the catcher and he's in charge out there. He should have thought better of it. And sorry, there was no way Sandoval could have gotten to that throw. Then, in the ninth, Posey hit a little roller to first base that James Loney at first misplayed but then recovered and shoveled to Jonathan Broxton for the out. The ESPN crew lauded Loney for the play -- which they should have, because it was a good recovery -- but they made no mention of the fact that Posey was shuffling down the line with all the urgency of a condemned prisoner walking the green mile.

The booth walked back their comments regarding the pickoff throw after the commercial break, but both there and in the ninth the impulse to absolve Posey of his baseball sins seemed irresistible. All I could think was how different the reaction may have been had it been B.J. Upton or Hanley Ramirez making those decisions and not running out that roller.

I read this less as a test case for soft bigotry and more of a pass given to guys with reasonably cool names like Buster. Nothing against Mantle's greatness, but a share of his cool certainly must have been the fortunate choice of the name Mickey.

This is Not the West Wing TV Show

One headline reads "Libyan Rebels Welcome Air Strikes Stopping Gaddafi's Attacks".

This "rebellion" backed by western military power may assume too much. A few weeks ago we talked about how the rebellion would be de-legitimized if the west was seen to be backing it. Now have the rebels have lost their stomach for a tough fight? What is the point of western intervention if the beneficiaries of intervention have melted away?

Either way, you have to kinda admire the old man of their country, willing to put it all in to a fight for survival. He's doing exactly what I would expect. He may not know how to rule well, but he certainly knows one element of effective rule: inspiring fear. Note how this guy's men hop to it.

Picking at the Scab

I moved to LA in an indirect fashion from Portland, OR. I grew up in HI and DK, my dad was from LA by way of PA. I like to think I had a broad outlook, which meant I had to leave a basically redneck state like HI. I went to the Northwest because I could study there, it was cheap, and it reminded me of Europe. Or the weather reminded me of Europe. Northern Europe. While people in Oregon sometimes say it is the most European of states in America, I don't think they know what they mean. By that I mean to say they really have probably not been to Europe. Yes, the weather is roughly similar. But it doesn't go too much farther than that. What they mean is it was settled by white people, which includes a few Scandinavian pioneers from the midwest. Who probably got to Oregon and said something like, "you know, this looks like how my mor mor described the old country." Which is to say Oregon probably does bear more than a passing resemblance to 19th century rural Sweden. I understand poverty and crop failure were the reasons the Swedes came to the US.

That said, there is very little commonality between a place like, say, Stockholm, a rich city on an Baltic archipelago, and Portland, a small town on a dirty river. It is a question of perspective and Portland is, at heart, a provincial / meat and potatoes kind of place. I have a similar criticism for San Francisco. Portland is San Francisco's less successful younger brother.

Someone (from Portland, but it is a common enough comment) once said to me that living in LA must be tough because everything and everyone is so fake. The have it wrong. The reality is, humans are pretty shallow creatures. In that sense, LA is more real than just about any other place. Embrace it.

I found some links this evening by a very good writer from England, who moved to PDX for a girl, and recently left with the girl for somewhere else. You should read this as he says it better than I ever could and is also very funny.

Emerald City

I had forgotten that Seattle voted to nickname itself the Emerald City. Although Seattle is undoubtedly a beautiful place on some days, it seems to have forgotten that you can't really give yourself a nickname.

Of course, the Emerald City lies at the end of the Yellow Brick Road, not the Oregon Trail. And I highly doubt L. Frank Baum was inspired by the Seattle of the late 1800s, then a growing but sort of unremarkable little town. As a side note, it seems Los Angeles can stake a claim as the Emerald City, if only as an afterthought when L.F.B. moved to Hollywood following the success of the original book.