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small green square So this morning I rolled out of bed and drove over the mountains to see the Pacific Ocean, at Half Moon Bay. I stood on the bluffs overlooking both "Venice" and "Redondo" beaches, both completely natural and empty, the former with wave-beaten rocks and tidal-pools. <1> Now I know where to go should I ever want to ride a horse on the beach. On the way back one of my new tires failed - not a blow-out, but a flat anyway, when I pulled over on the 101 near Redwood City. A half-hour later I was on my way on the baby spare, not at all perturbed since it's a holiday and I had no particular schedule to follow - just means I couldn't use the car for the rest of the day, and lunch tomorrow will be taken up with auto maintenance. I made mental plans to bike around & do stuff but instead I just stayed around doing housecleaning, listening to my new Frank Sinatra CD ("A Swingin' Affair") and tapes of old Joe Frank radio shows.

small red square MEMORIAL DAY

"...the war in Europe came to an end and fifty years ago, in August, the war in the Pacific... men and women who're with us who'll remember those days as clearly as if it were today. And many of them with stories, vivid and terrible stories they've never told, about friends and brothers who met Death in a distant land. The people we remember on Memorial Day did not mean to die - they went over, afraid of dying, and when they got there they knew the danger, but they lived with the danger by believing in their own survival - they somehow knew that they would escape, and come back home and life would be wonderful and boring again, and across Europe and over Germany and in the Pacific they kept going, by dreaming about America and about owning a car and having great meals and going dancing to a good band, and with all those thoughts of the Good Life they sustained themselves through terrible terror right up to the moments of their deaths. They didn't mean to give their lives for their country, but they did, and for that they deserve to be remembered. We're living the life they hoped to live, and we should stop and think about them."
    - Garrison Keillor on the 1995 Memorial Day Weekend "Prairie Home Companion" broadcast from San Diego

small purple square Yesterday I mentioned something I heard on this weekend's "This American Life" radio show, which concerned Compulsive Liars. Today I discovered that this show was actually first broadcast over a year ago. Here's a few more excerpts:

The psychiatrist:

We've done very little research on compulsive liars because they don't come into your office. They don't seek help, and they're not interested in cooperating in research; there's nothing in it for them. It's hard to offer a great deal of hope to anyone who's intimately involved with a compulsive liar, because there's very little reason to believe that they're going to change.

... and a psychologist:

Some people have written that lying is something very difficult to treat, that in order to have a treatment response you have to have someone who's able to live with the truth, that Therapy is based on the ability to tolerate and explore the truth.

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<1> These are comical names because down south they're two of the major LA beaches, heavily built up, with boardwalks. Back