The magical fruit

Millennium Park, Chicago’s new downtown monstrosity — dubbed by Millennium Park by some wags because its $270 million cost to taxpayers is 80 percent more than originally estimated and is three years late — may wind up making a lasting positive mark.

This Trib story highlights folks’ effusive reactions to “Cloud Gate,” a giant shiny metallic structure most have taken to calling the bean for its resemblance to the magical fruit. I hope to take a trip down to the Loop soon and really take a look around at the new digs. But I think the quotes that end Jon Yates’ story very well illustrate the mixed reaction:

Not everybody is a fan, though. Juan Figueroa, 48, sees “Cloud Gate” every day as a security guard for a building across the street on South Michigan Avenue. He said he tries to avoid looking at the structure — and Millennium Park as a whole — because he thinks the cost was too high. …

“I’m totally negative,” he said. “I think they spent way too much money on it, money that could be spent on the homeless and to help people find jobs. … I don’t even look over there. I’m disgusted with all the money they spent on it.”

Others, however, could hardly take their eyes off it Wednesday.

As she ate her lunch under a tree near the sculpture, Kathy Monahan of Oak Park seemed transfixed by it.

“I’ve been trying to think of how to describe it,” Monahan, 57, said as she watched from behind the fence. “It’s better than a mirror because it’s convex. It shows Chicago. It shows the world what the city is.”

This was supposed to be Da Mare’s lasting legacy. In some ways it is. It illustrates the city’s high ambitions and, how corruption and simple incompetence often get in the way. A perfect mirror, indeed.

John Kerry: fiscal disciplinarian?

Much of the libertarian support for John Kerry (whatever little of it there is) is premised on the “block the box” theory that divided government is less harmful overall to liberty. While much that Kery proposes is just warmed-over awfulness, the Chicago Tribune’s Steve Chapman points out the presumptive Democratic nominee’s support for an initiative that might help reduce porkbarrel spending.

Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.) has come up with a way to stop the mutual back-scratching and promote the greater good. He wants to create an independent commission that would examine all the corporate handouts in the federal budget and make a list of those that should be scrapped. But instead of letting Congress and the president pick and choose from the list, they would have to accept or reject them all.

Members would still have to sacrifice items prized by a few constituents, but they’d be able to achieve big budgetary savings in exchange. Although it’s easy to vote to preserve a single item for the folks back home, voting to keep a long list of expensive business goodies is harder. The commission approach was first used for the painful obligation of closing unneeded military bases, and it was a huge success.

Unfortunately, few members of McCain’s party are on board. Steve Moore, who heads the anti-tax Club for Growth, which provides support for conservative Republican candidates, faults congressional Republicans for their selective frugality. “It makes them look like complete hypocrites,” he complains. “They want to get single mothers off welfare but not Archer Daniels Midland,” referring to the politically connected agribusiness giant.

This year, however, at least one prominent Democratic senator is taking a different approach–a guy named John Kerry. As part of his plan to reduce the deficit, he has said, he would “implement the McCain-Kerry Commission on corporate welfare to cut special tax loopholes and pork barrel spending projects.”

This stands in stark contrast to a president who has not vetoed a single spending bill. Not one.

What will the past remember, what will the future bring?

The discomfort in Mark Prior’s elbow has returned. Even if it’s only a “stiff elbow” similar in magnitude to what kept Prior on the DL until June, that could mean a few crucial pennant-stretch weeks without the Cubs’ ace. Of course, it could be more.

This team has shown that it can still compete — if not for a division title, at least for a wild card berth — in spite of any number of injuries, including significant stints on the disabled list for the Sosa, Wood and Prior. So I don’t expect that the Cubs will fall off the face of the Earth because of this turn of events. After all, they came back to win tonight, thanks to a fine relief effort from Glendon Rusch.

As I’ve said before, the future of the Cubs as a franchise that can be a perennial World Series contender is wholly dependent on the health of their young pitchers and to a great extent on the excellence of Prior. The Marlins won the World Series last year with a big gun — A.J. Burnett — on the DL. The Cubs could do it too. It’s not impossible!

It’s much less likely, however. More depressing is the prospect that Prior’s career will be continually hampered by injuries of one sort or another.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

What it really was

I could say a lot about the Jack Ryan situation — and I already have, though not here — but I think it was best summed up by the commonsensical explanation I overheard one woman tell her friend outside the Walgreen’s the other day:

“He said he and his wife were trying to keep the records private to protect their son. But what it really was,” she concluded, “was he was a freak.”

Exactly. What a schmuck.

A sign of maturity

Iraqi “cleric” and gangster Moqtada Sadr announced he’s leaving behind his past as a leader of violent mobs for an even better racket: political office!

Perhaps Iraq really is ready for sovereignty … And with tongue firmly in cheek, here’s the appropriate Dylan lyric to go along with this news:

Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There’s only one step down from here, baby
It’s called the land of permanent bliss
What’s a sweetheart like you
Doin’ in a dump like this?

Yep.

Yes — yes, I am

As I was walking home yesterday, I passed through a crowd of about three or four rambunctious teen-agers on the sidewalk. One girl — probably about 16 or 17 — looked straight at me in my Insurance Journal monogrammed dress shirt (yeah, I know; they make me wear it) and without a moment’s hesitation cooed, “Hey, baby! You an insurance journalist?!”

Stunned by the absurdity of her outburst and unsure of quite how to take it, I responded instinctively. I turned back to look at her and gave the crowd a big goofy open-mouthed grin and a thumbs-up sign.

Am I an insurance journalist? Yes — yes, I am!

Play defense, rebound and share the ball

That’s pretty much the way to win championships, especially in today’s NBA. While the Lakers were not at full strength considering the injuries of Karl Malone and Horace Grant, the Detroit Pistons truly dominated the series from start to finish.

They deserve the credit for playing great defense, hustling after the loose balls and displaying great team play on the offensive end of the court. I would have loved any team that beat L.A., of course, but I think the Pistons are a team that the NBA can be proud of.

They showed that a team without a single dominant superstar could win a championship , and perhaps more importantly the demonstrated that an Eastern Conference team could win in the Finals without a Jordan on the roster.

Way to go, Pistons! Congratulations also to Larry Brown, a fantastic coach who’s finally getting his due.

American majestic

After I finished working Friday, I had occasion to watch a repeat of the Reagan funeral on PBS, immediately followed by live coverage of the interment in Simi Valley, Calif. It was truly absorbing TV, absolutely fitting for a president and first lady who made their names in Hollywood and brought an unparalleled sense of the camera to the White House.

From beginning to end, every moment was calculated to provoke a gut reaction from the American people and to honor as much as possible the Reagan legacy. I must admit: It worked for me.

I, like most libertarians, have mixed feelings about Reagan. His leadership helped precipitate the end of the Cold War — and in dubbing the Soviet Union and evil empire he had the guts to call a spade a spade — but it’s likely that the aging machinery of that communist state and its Eastern bloc were due to crumble soon anyhow.

And the cost of his strategy of unprecedented military buildup to push the Soviets to the negotiating table is still with us in the form of a much larger national debt, which will take generations to pay off. Was it worth it? Did it work? The jury, I think, is still out on that.

On the matters close libertarian hearts — lower taxes, less regulation, smaller government — Reagan had a decidedly mixed record. Yes, he pushed through the biggest tax cut in history, but then he pushed through the biggest tax increase in history, along with two other tax hikes.

In the areas of deregulation and government spending, he didn’t do much at all. He folded quickly on Social Security reform and he never proposed a balanced budget to Congress. And as the Cato Institute’s David Boaz points out, after promising to get rid of two cabinet departments, he actually added two. And of course the Iran-Contra scandal will always be a mark on his presidency.

Still, this cursory examination of Reagan’s actual record skirts the importance of his rhetoric, coming at a time when so many seemed to question the existence of the notion of the American dream. He at least really believed and articulated from the depths of his soul a uniquely American conception of freedom. Tim Lee points to Reagan’s farewell address from the Oval Office as a prime example of this soaring and righteous rhetoric.

In this sense, the Reagan funeral was a magnificent encapsulation of his legacy. It hit all right buttons for me. The amazing scene of 4,000 of the most influential, powerful people in the world gathered in that magnificent cathedral to pay tribute to his life, accented by moving renditions of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” and “Amazing Grace” was really awe-inspiring.

In spite of myself, I did tear up a couple of times. And then there was the interment ceremony in California, with that wonderful backdrop of the sun sinking behind the hills. The touching personal eulogies of Reagan’s children shed light on the life of an intensely private man. All through this, the camera was an all-seeing witness of the importance of Reagan to all of these people, and to the world. That is how it was intended, and that is how it was effected. It was a process fit for a king, and I half expected Ron Reagan to be coronated when it was all over.

The ultimate moment, however, came when the flag had draped Reagan’s casket was presented to Nancy. She slowly walked to the casket and laid her cheek upon it as she had done several times during the week. But then, knowing this was her last moment with her beloved Ronnie — for better or worse, the country’s last moment with their beloved president — she hesitated. She teared up and didn’t want to let go — nobody did. That’s when I lost it completely, and started blubbering like a baby. I wonder how many others did.

It took the coaxing of her entire family to get her to step away. And yet the country, and certainly the alleged Reagan heir Dubya — deserted Reagan’s legacy if not his casket long ago. Reagan may never have proposed a balanced budget, but Dubya’s never even vetoed a single bill. I guess every dollar Congress has appropriated in the last three years was perfectly justified.

From foreign policy to trade to civil liberties to just plain decency and honesty, Dubya’s no heir to Reagan’s memory, he’s a traitor to the man’s legacy. But he’s worse, because in mid-treacherous stride, he has the gall to pretend that he has inherited the Reagan mantle.

Reagan said his greatest accomplishment was that he made Americans believe in themselves again. At the ineffable, intangible level at which we live our public life that may have been true, as grandiose a claim it is for a politician to make. Dubya didn’t fumble the ball after 9/11, but what has he done since then? A long chain of abuses culminating in Abu Ghraib have shattered the country’s sense of faith (however misguided it was to begin with) in his leadership.

Where Reagan appealed to Americans’ sense of optimism and love of liberty, Dubya’s appealed to their fears. At least Reagan’s heart was in the right place, and at least he tried. At least he tried.

Sometimes dreams really do come true

I must admit that I have often had occasion to wonder, after Sport‘s left a pile on the ground, what might ever become of that cute little turd were I not to scoop it up. Now, finally, the answer has come in the form of a Korean animated film being adapted for American audiences. The film is called “Doggy Poo.”

According to the Official Doggy Poo Web site:

Once upon a time, a little doggy poo lived on the side of a road. He felt all alone in the world. He believed that nobody needed him for anything, and that he had no purpose in life. If only Doggy Poo had a reason for being, then he wouldn’t give up on his dream to be useful to the world.

One day, Doggy Poo meets a lovely dandelion sprout. Will she explain his purpose in life? Will she help make his dream come true?

Of course, Doggy Poo learns about his vital role in the cycle of life. Or, as the film so memorably puts it: “Sometimes dreams really do come true.”

Here’s a trailer for the movie, and here’s a trailer for the DVD with 80 minutes of special features. The latter trailer is really the one to watch for outright hilarity.

Of course, you mustn’t forget to buy the 15-song Doggy Poo CD or download your Doggy Poo wallpaper

Scoop up these treasures today!

Ugh

The Cubs may yet contend for a playoff spot this year, though games like today’s — which I had the gross misfortune of attending — make it very difficult to see how that’s possible. But you never know how this team could turn around once Sosa and Wood come back.

Certainly, the mediocrity of the Central Division could make it easier for the Cubs to stay in the thick of things for quite some time. But the hopes some Cubs fans may have had that their team could not only repeat as division champs but win 100 games for the first time since 1935 have long since faded away.

Now we hope only that they’ll finish above .500 in consecutive years for the first time since 1971-72. After today — when even Prior stuck up the joint — it’s tough to stay positive.

On the other hand, I’m glad that though I’ve kept score of many of the hundreds of Cubs games I’ve attended over the years, I have not kept any ongoing log of wins and losses. The Cubs cannot have won more than 40 percent of those games. It certainly doesn’t feel like it. But I’m relieved to not know for sure the exact nature of their terribleness in my presence.

Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.