CNY Day #4.

It is hard to keep track of the days this CNY 2008.  I had to look for my digital watch this morning to find out  what day it is.  I was thinking it was Tuesday for some reason.  It does not feel like a Saturday, which I discovered it is, even though I have had four of them in a row.

My wife took this video of Tony.  He is getting good at giggling and making high-pitched screams.  In the video you will see more of the former.

 

Tonight, the plan is to have supper with the Duke of Wuxi, his wife Nicole and his daughter Amy.

I finished reading How Ronald Reagan Changed My Life by Peter Robinson.  Robinson was a speech writer for Reagan and his book is a tribute to the president in the form of a self-help book.  Robinson started off as an aimless bachelor who got his speech-writing job as a fluke.  But through watching Reagan he learned many valuable life lessons.  Robinson so gives up his bachelor ways, get marries and has five children.  If you liked Reagan, you would enjoy the book.  If you didn't, you probably wouldn't make it past the first page. 

I found it inspirational.

The iconic Reagan, that John McCain tries to compare himself to, was a man who came to the White House with clearly thought out principles who stuck to them even though Democrats and moderate Republicans tried to foil him all the way.  The conservatives who have this Reagan in mind are going to be skeptical about McCain.  McCain has, on too many occasions, been seen as being with the moderates and the Democrats.

I have been told Rush Limbaugh is an idiot.  The person who said that must have never listened to his radio show.

I am reading a biography of Alexander the Great that has a blurb on the cover saying that Oliver Stone used it as a primary source when making his Alexander the Great movie.  I never saw the movie, but knowing what I know about Oliver Stone I hope this book I am now reading is not a fantasy novel.

One thing I have learned, reading the ATG bio so far, is that Alexander the Great was a very short man.  According to the book, one ancient source said he stood 4 foot, six inches tall.  That puts him in the same class of great short men as Napoleon, Tom Cruise, Al Pacino, and Pierre Trudeau.   I say the last three names in jest.  Pierre Trudeau, especially, was a truly awful man, who was our Prime Minister from the late sixties to early eighties.  The stupid things that happen in Canada, like the CBC and Human Rights Commisions,  you blame him for.  Despite his being short, Trudeau came across as a strong leader.  Meanwhile, another Canadian leader, Joe Clark, who looked as bumbling and fumbling as any politician I have ever seen, was over six feet tall, but you never would have known it.  This information I got from my late great cousin Gundega who had seen both Clark and Trudeau in person.

 

I took an early shower this morning to placate the wife because we had a brief quarrel yesterday.  Stick with anyone for 24/7/365, you are bound to have a quarrel or two.  There was tension about the apartment till my wife cracked a fart.  My wife is a divine creature, of course, but she will do something bodily now and then like crack a fart.  When she cracked her fart yesterday, I just happened to be  able to respond with a long rip-roaring fart that got her to laugh.  At least, one that argument with her.  No way she could cave-in on that discussion.