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kilmerholiday I’m kind of surprised that certain persons in this corner of the blogsphere haven’t jumped on this story already:  Val Kilmer To Stand As New Mexico Governor.

The star has said he is thinking about a move into politics when Democrat Bill Richardson’s second term ends.

Kilmer has said: “I’m just looking for ways to be contributive. And if that ends up being where I can make a substantial contribution, then I’ll run.”

Kilmer, 49, grew up in Los Angeles but has lived in New Mexico for more than two decades.

He is currently registered as a Democrat and said he cast his ballot for BarackObama in last year’s elections.

Kilmer’s screen credits include starring in Batman Forever in 1995, as brash fighter pilot Lt Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky in the 1986 hit Top Gun, and rock icon Jim Morrison in the 1991 Oliver Stone film, The Doors.

Kilmer said if he ran it wouldn’t have to be a conventional campaign.

He said he had already been getting out and about and listening to people – something he says he’s pretty good at.

“What I do for a living is listen,” he said, making the prediction: “If I run, I’m going to be the next governor.”

A number of ladies of my acquaintance used to drool pretty torrentially over Mr. Kilmer back in the day.  Until, that is, photos of him in an advanced state of porkiness started bobbing up on line and in the tabloids, whereupon they dropped him like a bag of dirt.

Which just goes to show (as if you didn’t know it already) that all the ladies’ talk about liking a man for his personality instead of his appearance is just a load of hooiee.  And by the bye, following on the theme of this post I feel obligated to point out that my own fondness for the movie Tombstone has absolutely nothing to do with the appearance in it of Dana Delaney.


Last evening I attended the 4th, 5th and 6th Grade Science Fair at the eldest gel’s taxpayor-supported school.

I had expected something close to pandemonium and I was not in the least disappointed.  The displays were lumped together in two separate halls – the chemistry and biology projects in the cafeteria and the physics projects in the library.  In each space there were seemingly endless rows of tables with foldout cardboard tryptics jammed edge to edge on top of them.  (I may point out here that when I was a callow yoot, nobody thought of manufacturing specialized cardboard products like this: We had to lump it with posterboard tacked up in any way that we could contrive.  After walking barefoot four miles through the snow, of course.  Uphill.  Both ways.)  Around these displays swarmed the Little Einsteins themselves, some eager to catch one’s eye in the manner of the Ancient Mariner, some studiously avoiding all association with their projects and hoping not to come under the eye of Authority, many simply swarming about and socializing among themselves.   As for the parents, I will give credit where due and say that I noticed a respectable number bravely wading through the Sea of Progeny, stopping here and there to enquire about a given project and allow its owner to give a little recital.  For the most part, though, it seemed that the parents, too, took this as an opportunity to hover about the edges and shmooze:  Sure, we’re not the Potomac School or Little Langley.  Yes, we’re a public school.  But we’re a Fairfax County, Virginia public school, and therefore full of Very Important People who need to take advantage of any corridor available in order to make deals, slap backs, glad-hand and cut throats.

But I digress.

For myself, I was on a special mission.  As Mrs. R happens to be in charge of elementary science at St. Marie of the Blessed Educational Method, she asked me to keep my eyes open and take notes in order, as she put it, “to get some ideas and see where we stand in comparison.”  In other words, to engage in a little industrial espionage.  And indeed, as I drifted up and down the rows, scanning and jotting down various project titles, I felt like a goddam spy.  I definitely intercepted some peculiar looks as I stopped to scribble things down on my notepad, but as the eldest gel pointed out, most people probably thought I was judging.

Anyhoo, because it’s Friday and because most of you think you know me well enough, right about here you’re expecting me to plug in the Thomas Dolby YouTube suggested by the title of this post.  Well, my smarty-pants port swilling friends, you’re wrong! You see, the gel and her partner did a project exploring the effect of changes in atmospheric pressure on the flight peformance of butterflies.  Therefore, I think this song is much more appropriate:

Quod erat demonstrandum, baybee!


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