This was my first experience of Ricky Martin. I didn’t know his name. I’d never seen him before. But by the time he was done, I — like a lot of people — wanted to know “Who is that guy?!”
“Do you really want it?” he sang. And by the time he was done…I did. I really did.
I spent yesterday at home with the boys. (We all had the day off, but the hubby had to work.) It was a busy day, but I took the time to snap this picture of Parker reading to Dylan, partly because it was just such a cute picture, and partly because it made me hopeful that I’m succeeding at something I wanted to accomplish as a parent.
The Russian prime minister was photographed engaged in a series of adventurous activities including riding a horse bareback and climbing trees in southern Siberia.
In the latest of a series of media stunts Mr Putin was snapped striding through grassy fields wearing ankle high boots, an Indiana Jones style-hat and green fatigues while visiting the remote Russian region of Tuva.
The Russian premier camped out overnight, rafted down the region’s fast flowing rivers and visited a traditional farmstead, according to Russian news agencies.
Mr Putin’s day of activities were described as a “holiday” by state media but was clearly aimed at reinforcing his tough-guy image that plays so well at home.
I guess anytime this guy want to score media points, he strips off his shirt…
Todd Gitlin over at TPM Cafe has an interesting post up about Bernie Madoff’s smile.
Take a look at the NYT photo of Bernard Madoff arriving at court to hear a Federal judge uphold a lower-court decision that he may stay in his splendid apartment while out on $10 million bail.
…It’s his triumphant smile that interests me. Most Madoff photos display that same smile of controlled geniality. He knows all the angles. He knows how the game is played, that is, rigged. This is the smile of a man who knows. He knows the game. He knows you and he knows me. When he was ahead of the game, he basked in the glow of esteem. He relished the chance to grant favors. He prided himself in making his friends richer. When the house of cards collapsed, he was left standing. He believes that he will remain standing. He knows his good fortune has been to live in the right place at the right time to get his name engraved in cornerstones. He has probably worked out a way to feel like a martyr. Losers are schmucks. What he knows is what George W. Bush knows: God bless America, a country where he’s going to land on his feet.
I was wondering why my face hurts and why I have a splitting headache. Then I realized, I’ve been clenching my teeth all day. Probably because of the morning I’ve had, and because Pepco’s outage map indicates that my journey home will longer due to signal outages, and when I get home it will be hot, dark, and without much to do.
Ooops. So much for teaching kids to “always tell the truth.” Apparently, toddlers who tell lies make for more successful adults. I’m not sure if that says something important about child development, or something sad about the kind of society we live in.