Terror in the skies?

It is hard to know how to react to this at this point, especially given the way the administration has manipulated this kind of information in the past. That this was a British arrest may lend it a bit more credence, though.

At the same time, I’m getting tired of hearing how this is part of a larger war when it remains unclear how these disparate groups are linked. Yes, they are “Islamo-fascists” in Chris Hitchens’ term, but to raise them to the same level as a national government with territorial aims on the United States seems foolish and dangerous.

More on this as I get a chance to digest what happened.

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Poetry at the South Brunswick Library

The South Brunswick Arts Commission, in conjunction with the South Brunswick Public Library, will present a series of Sunday afternoon poetry readings featuring some of the region’s most highly regarded poets. The readings will take place monthly and will be followed by an open reading. All readings will be at 2 p.m.

The fall schedule is:

Sept. 10: Maria Mazziotti Gillan
Oct. 15: Emanuel di Pasquale, Sander Zulauf and Frank Finale
Nov. 19: Alicia Ostriker and Eliot Katz
Dec. 17: The Poets of South Brunswick – Hank Kalet, Shandy Walton, Adam Fitzgerald and others.

The schedule of spring readings will be released at a later date.

The readings are free, though a donation of a non-perishable food item to be given to the South Brunswick Food Pantry is encouraged.
For more information, including directions, contact the Arts Commission at (732) 329-4000, ext 635.

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Fair to middling:A night at the Middlesex County Fair

Went to the Middlesex County Fair tonight and ate way too much junk, wandered around feeling old and crotchety and marvelled at some of the weird entertainment.

There was a small circus that featured, among other things, three half-naked dancers (who were pretty stiff and unimpressive), an acrobat who essentially ran on a giant hamster wheel (this was far more impressive than it sounds) and a very cute trained poodle act. (There was a juggler of whom the less said the better.) We spent about 15 minutes watching before we left to explore.

Then there was the racing skunks. Yes, trained racing skunks that followed one of the lamest schpiels either Annie or I have ever seen, a series of lame jokes that took about 15 minutes (the race itself was probably no more than 30 seconds). I guess we should have known.

What struck me most, however, is my reaction to the hordes of teens who overran the place. I actually felt that I had hit another point in my life — I’m officially that curmudgeon who rails on about those crazy kids with their flat-brimmed, crooked-on-the-head hats and too-cool-for-irony expressions on their faces. And I’m generally a tolerant, open-minded guy.

Over all, a strange evening.

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