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If at first you don’t succeed

They really seem to be floundering from plan to plan, but at least they’ve recognized that pouring radioactive water into the sea isn’t making things any better:

TOKYO — An adviser to Prime Minister Naoto Kan indicated Sunday that a plan to flood and cool the No. 1 reactor’s containment vessel at the crippled Fukushima Daiichi nuclear plant with water will be abandoned as holes have been created by melted nuclear fuel at the bottom of the pressure vessel.

Goshi Hosono, tasked with handling the nuclear crisis, told TV programs, however, that the government will keep intact the ‘‘road map’’ devised by plant operator Tokyo Electric Power Co to bring the Nos. 1 to 3 reactors under control within six to nine months.

On the original plan to completely submerge the 4-meter-tall fuel rods by filling the vessel with water, Hosono said, ‘‘We should not cause the (radioactive) water to flow into the sea by taking such a measure.’‘

Hosono said that the government will instead consider ways to decontaminate water used to cool fuel in the reactor so that the water can be reused.

In the meantime, it looks like the quake took out the reactor before the tsunami got there.

And in other news, TEPCO is maneuvering to have Japan’s taxpayers pick up the cleanup bill. How… American!


I think about this book all the time, in the same fevered way I used to think about lovers. Is it real art, or is it limerence? Will it love me back? Do I choose the right words to make it sing? Is my tone too serious, too light? Do I ask too much, or too little? What if I fall completely, deeply in love with this book and it all falls apart at the end? What if I give everything I have, and it isn’t enough? How can I sleep at night, not knowing how it all turns out?

And then I say, Ah, fuck it. It is what it is. I got along without it before I started it, gonna get along without it now. Uh huh.

But I think of not writing, not knowing how it ends and it feels like falling, so I go crawling back. Please baby please, can’t we make this thing work? I swear, I’ll outline each scene on an index card, I’ll pin you to the wall until I find just the right way to tell your story.

If you just promise not to leave me.

The boys are back in town

Thin Lizzy:

When the levee breaks

Led Zepp:

I wanna be sedated


Should I stay or should I go

The Clash:

Bending over

For the bankers — the NY Fed.

Tell me something good

I saw Chaka and Rufus perform in a small club in West Philly, and I’ve never seen a more hypnotized crowd:

Oh yeah

Remember when Republicans agreed to extend payment for unemployment benefits in exchange for extending the Bush tax cuts?

Just kidding!

Cynical girl

Marshall Crenshaw:

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