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June 27, 2005

noodling lawfully

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 5:52 pm

10 PM bonus: from our Comment Section:


record heat

the ice cream man

adds a gallon to the radiator


                        Ed Markowski 



You don’t need me to provide you with legal commentary on today’s important

Supreme Court opinions.  There’s plenty at SCOTUSblog, of course, including

Ten Commandments discussion and Grokster discussion by weblog heavyweights.


“Commandments”  I do want to agree with Ann Althouse’s assessment:  the outcomes in the

two Ten Commandments cases make sense — as a matter of logic and of legal judgment. 

Like Justice Breyer (my Antitrust professor 30 years ago), I believe that judges very

often need to “judge” in constitutional law cases — they’re not merely answering True/

False questions (with brightline rules); they need to reason and explain with essays and 

even footnotes.


Prof. Althouse is also correct in noting that the results in these two cases are not really

all that important. (Similarly, I pointed out recently that icons are not what makes

religion important in our lives or our nation’s history.)   Ann asks for calm and tolerance:

Everyone needs to learn to get along, and those who want to purify   

things too much don’t impress me. Sure, they’ll be put out if the government

wins in these cases. I don’t think people who take great offense easily should

be driving the outcomes…. I think most atheists … and many religious people …

accept and even enjoy seeing evidence of other religions around them. It’s part

of art and history and culture — part of the beauty of the world that we live in

(either by the grace of God or by pure, weird chance).”   (via SCOTUSblog)


 Eugene Volokh reposts a piece discussing how many of the Ten Commandments   CarlinPorkChops 

are legally enforceable under modern American law.  Only three, with lots of

exceptions and ironies (do you know which ones?).  Prof. V asks “can you imagine

a law prohibiting coveting?”  In When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?, while

winnowing down the Ten Commandments to two (be honest and be loyal), George


one is just plain stupid. Coveting your neighbor’s goods is what keeps the economy


  • Finally, I disagree with Prof. Bainbridge that “one might almost

    characterize these ultra-fine [religion clause] distinctions as 

    being Pharisaic.” “Pharisaic” means being “Hypocritically self-righteous  

    and condemnatory” or “marked by hypocritical censorious self-

    righteousness.”  Such descriptions seem to apply far more

    to “religionist” politicians, believers and webloggers, who

    want to force the public display of their religious icons on

    all Americans, despite the First Amendment, than to Court

    members who are trying to find a moderate test that should 

    be acceptable to all fair-minded Americans. 

afterthought (7PM):  To paraphrase Prof. B: “I hate it when Steve

corrects his mistakes.”  Prof. Bainbridge has changed “Pharisaic”

to “Scholastic.”  Like the Commentor BG,  I don’t think “scholastic”

fits well either.  However, as I have a hard enough time finding

apt adjectives for Prof. Yabut and my other weblog alter egoes, I’m

going to let Steve do his own thesaurus surfing — especially, since

I have no idea which meaning of scholastic is being suggested over

at ProfBillboard.com. 


Irving Hexam’s Concise Dictionary of Religion, gives the following

definition of Scholastic, which seems inapt to me when describing

today’s Court decisions:

 ooh “SCHOLASTIC: derived from SCHOLASTICISM it 

became a term of abuse following the PROTESTANT

REFORMATION implying dead arguments based on

LOGIC unrelated to real life.”


“tinyredcheck”  The Justices of the Supreme Court are surely heading for summer

vacation getaways.  Prof. Chang is already on vacation, but Upstate

Dim Sum journal keeps working for us in his absence:




on both sides of the road

I miss the exit






she pulls me

away from the edge





mountain lake —


in your reflection




exit   Yu Chang – Upstate Dim Sum (2005/I)




  • by dagosan                                               

one bee and

a gardenful of roses —

on line at the ice cream truck



[June 27, 2005]



tiny check  dagosan is taking it kinda easy today, too, but Your Editor 

has culled out some of dagosan’s clunkers and compiled

collection for your perusal and enjoyment. 

fishing pole  potluck

tiny check Jonathan B. Wilson at Point of Law informed us yesterday that

Georgia has legalized noodling.  We’re not presented with the definition of

noodling, but Wikipedia explains it is a mostly-Southern sport in which

one uses ones hands to catch catfish.    Being a Northerner and a lawyer,  I

would have tried using my noodle, and thereby put myself in even greater

physical jeopardy than the fellows who stick their hands and arms into catfish

holes as bait. 


in spring rain
chasing the elusive fish…
dog on the shore


the fish
unaware of the bucket…
a cool evening


heat shimmers–
in front of the noodle shop
a chopstick mountain

ISSA  translated by David G. Lanoue       




david giacalone: haiku and senryu (2004)

Filed under: pre-06-2006 — David Giacalone @ 1:28 pm


— below are haiku and senryu written by this weblog’s Editor, David A. Giacalone.  They first appeared on the f/k/a homepage, under the name “dagosan”the unedited daily offerings from dagosan can be found in his  “scrapbooks” by going to the dagosan archives page —



sleet turns to rain –

snow buddha’s visit

cut short

                            [Dec. 31, 2004]






one smirking


one hatless scarecrow


                                [Dec. 30, 2004] 









children awash

in christmas gifts —

tsunami on tv


      [Dec. 28, 2004]







coins inside the walnuts –


cracking a smile
                              [Dec. 27, 2004, for Grandpa Bart] 










cross words over turkey

over parenting —

the Yule log burns

                              [Dec. 26, 2004]











a sleigh-shaped cloud

floats by –

Christmas morning blue sky   

                                                        [Dec. 25, 2004]    






Nana serves

Grandma’s recipes —

Christmas Eve calamari    

                                                        [Dec. 24, 2004]       











two-hour backup —

just past the accident,

Christmas Eve rainbow







wrapping and


she pastes on a smile

                                             [Dec. 22, 2004]






married a decade

she hides

the mistletoe



married a decade

he buys

new mistletoe

                                                     [Dec. 20, 2004]











wind chill zero

outside the high school

not one jacket zipped

                                   [Dec. 18, 2004]








3 am nature call–

the nagging drip

of icicles

                    [Dec. 17, 2004]













fogged window –

too cold

meets too hot

                                   [Dec. 15, 2004]




winter wind

rattles the windows –

the fridge hums louder


                                   [Dec. 14, 2004]










birthday phone call –

your triple bypass

trumps my bad knee


                                            [Dec. 13, 2004]






waiting room –

the masked man

brings his own magazine

                               [Dec. 11, 2004]




eyelid lightshow —

he hits the snooze button

one more time

                              [Dec. 10, 2004]








Sunday morning


for one



a single


– hold the toast







two strawberry blondes

lean into the wind –

cattails lean with it                                        

                                          [Dec. 4, 2004] 





snow falls

from a low gray sky –

she lifts the sauce pan lid


                           [Dec. 3, 2004] 




a favorite tree

reflected in the river –

made me look again

                                            [Dec. 2, 2004]











the river mirrors

the busy bridge –

one duck races the cars

                                            [Dec. 1, 2004]




under nana’s afghan –

dreaming homemade 

bread and meatballs

                                                   [Nov 30, 2004]











the shower massage

finds her navel –

Buddha smile                                

                                    [Nov 23, 2004] 






rainy night drive —

squinting at glare 

through dad’s eyes

                             [Nov 21, 2004]








clogged drain–

300-pound plumber

under the sink


                                        [Nov.20, 2004] 











sitting to meditate-

toilet and nose

start to run

                        [Nov. 15, 2004]



waving from the river bank

waving back


               [Nov. 13, 2004]







handful of pawns

protect the king –

Veterans Day

                              [Nov.11, 2004




even lovelier


backyard elm


                 [Nov. 10, 2004]    











almost sunset –

mottled clouds

blush at my stare 

                                [Nov 7, 2004]  







election over

dirty laundry



                 [Nov. 4, 2004]









candy for goblins

disappears early —

sneaking out to buy more


                                [Oct. 28, 2004]










Hunter's Moon sm:

Lunar Eclipse [and World Series] Sequence



eclipse tonight —

no cover

no rain date


full moon

encircled by clouds

— awaiting the hunter






floating in the river

Hunter’s Moon



wow, it’s orange!

tawny, she corrects

_ _ Blood Moon







out of the




                            [October 28, 2004]




first night at her place –

three-dog gal

no-dog guy

                         [Oct. 26, 2004]












toilet seat up –


suddenly chilly

                          [Oct. 25, 2004]






another stray dog



                    [Oct. 23, 2004]











the silent crew scull –

coach’s angry bullhorn          

                                                 [Oct. 19, 2004] 




cold fingers —

sitting on my hands

before touching hers                       

                                              [Oct. 18, 2004]








first date:

she groans with pleasure

. . .  at my pun

                            [Oct. 20, 2004]









the stale air

of an old man’s home —

opening my front door

                                       [Oct. 21, 2004]










health food store:

unnatural sneeze

in the candle aisle

                                    [Oct. 16, 2004]









expecting rain,

smiling at

the blue sky

                            [Oct. 14, 2004] 







Columbus Day trip

red and yellow crayons

turn into stubs


                                          [Oct. 12, 2004]





waking too late

to see the dawn

– he pencils-in sunset

                                           [Oct. 7, 2004]








blinds open

to the midday sun –

summer’s gone                   

                     [Oct. 1, 2004]






just before

the pale orange moon

a bright orange sky

                                [Sept. 28, 2004]










harvest moon

over Wal-Mart —

schlepping groceries    

                                           [Spet. 26, 2004]












no coffee brewing

no scent of love —

the hermit wakes


                                            [Sept. 25, 2004]








visiting mom and dad —

faces and refrains

gettin’ old


                                  [Sept. 22 & 26,, 2004] 







last day of summer –

the old cat naps

in the sunny window         

                                        [Sept. 21, 2004] 











caught hiding the stash –



                                           [Sept. 19, 2004]






street closed

for the Saturday Faire

the only sound is rain


                                           [Sept. 18, 2004]




October peonies –
still perfect
from the curb  

[Sept. 15, 2004]




supine at noon

sunshine spotlights

one big toe

[Sept. 14, 2004]




a breeze! 

a draft!

the window fan stirs debate       


                                    [Sept. 13, 2004] 

the double amputee


[Sept. 11, 2004]










first day of school

bus stop horseplay 

wakes the empty-nester


                              [Sept. 7, 2004]









the mosquito mugging

                                  [Sept. 3, 2004]






Labor Day

the parade starts and ends

at the mall


                         [Sept. 2, 2004]





ancient snapshot

their last smiles

for the camera


                         [Sept. 1, 2004]









soap-stung eyes —

an eight-year-old’s face

flashes in the mirror


                                        [Aug. 28, 2004] 




just below

the “riverview apartment” —

ten ripe garbage cans


                                        [Aug. 27, 2004] 












honking at my window —

geese above

cabbie below

                        [Sept. 19, 2004]













sleepless night

she won’t stop

leaving me alone            

                                        [Aug. 21, 2004] 








clock tower with crescent moon

—  only the moon

follows us home                           

                 [Aug. 20, 2004] 









typing stops —

laptop activist

gets off his butt                          

[Aug. 17, 2004]




their babies

never cry

never stop crying

[Aug, 25, 2004, for Dafur’s victims]      






the garbage bag lands —

squirrel and I 

startle eachother









to-read list

and summer corn

growing, growing


                         [Aug. 12, 2004]

                                 Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) 











     passing on a sharp curve —

take a deep breath

[Aug. 8, 2004]



waking, the agnostic asks

who dried the dishes

and hung that sun? 

                                   [Aug. 6, 2004]

                                           Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) 











a good pout

rudely interrupted

by impatiens

                          [Aug. 5, 2004]





a welcome smile

from the past —

obituary photo












old dog and master


for the tiny spot of shade



                  Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) 









the unset alarm clock –

late for church again





waking from a young man’s dream

last night’s body

creaks and groans






in bed 


with a nagging back








July escape –

pensioner parked

      in front of a fan










at my bedroom window 

the garbage truck    














the old man stops

at a green light

driving into the sunset                       





jaws clenched













mottled gray sky


grow louder                        [7-15-04]












false dawn

the paperboy hits

the snooze button                        [7-14-04]







empty punchbowl:

husband and wife

avoid the mistletoe










arm too short

hand too wide —

the space between sink and stove            [07-12-04]













moonless night — 
above our yard 

the Goodyear Blimp


frog and I


the mosquito





the late-riser

stays for an encore:

eyelid lightshow






by the old guy 

in the men’s room mirror                 









the holiday starts

like any day —

toilet flushes                         [07-04-04]









children’s voices rise

one neighbor frowns

one smiles                          [07-03-04]








follow fireworks

                          [07-02-04, for e.m.]





“maintain tunnel speed”

a heavy foot is
suddenly light

                                           [dag, 07-01-04]  









then helicopter —

highway patrol







new paperback – –
the sun sets 
without me

                      [06-29-04; The Heron’s Nest  (March 2005)] 





soccer novice 
practices his footwork: 
daughter teaching dad










summer blockbuster

fireflies outdo









comparing aches 

before the show —

senior organ recital

                               [06-23-04, thanks r.n.]  








her dimpled smile! 

no exclamation point 









fireflies join

the solstice party








summer’s here!

worked up a sweat






guest room

old friend
on an old mattress







it’s pink! it’s purple!

sunset inspires 

    more bickering

                             frogpond, Vol. XXVIII, #2 (2005)





full tummies
and empty bladders
not for long





have you
finished this page yet,
fly on my thumb?





storm alert
every kind of cloud  
in one sky

    [06-02-04;  Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) ]  




“All-U-Can-Eat” sign
a vulture discovers  
the roadkill deer 




gold star nana   
holds one small hand
remembers another




New Guinea   
dad rather not 
talk about it



butterfly’s birth

– the unpacked swimsuit smells

of moth balls

                     [dag, 05-14-04]

her due date

we hug 

       on an angle –

                               [dag, 05-07-04]

the dogwood blooms:

a fat lady on tiptoes

enhales deeply

                         [dag, 05-01-04]


parka on its hook –

a Spring day colder

than it looks




earth’s birthday:

recycling our Valentine




hardboiled eggs:

one peels easily

one doesn’t




colder than my fingers –

first day of Spring





noticed that tree until
this sunset



almost dusk
driving while distracted
by tree after tree


winter twins – –

which tree blossomed

last Spring?

                   Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) 



mom’s genes:

coffee-talk about


……. dag, 02-12-04]

frozen waves

hello-goodbye along

the icy river



digital age –

at the keyboard watching

aging digits





the early alarm
is quickly forgiven:
pink-cloud morning 




waiting undressed
to meet the new doctor
cold feet
                        [01-27-04 (thanks, Alice]



waking alone 
the morning after:
dirty dishes



cloud-covered twilight   
re-setting the printer    
to grayscale



never knew   
the name of that alley:  
new eyeglasses



afghan warming  
on the radiator —  
brilliantly misplaced

                                             [ 01-11-04]




she lures me to the kitchen  
peeled tangerine
                                     Tug of the Current (HSA,
2004 Members’ Anthology)




warm enough 
to linger at the river 
year-end bonus


white to pink– 
who painted the clouds while 
we shopped for wine?
                                  Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) 




through sleepy eyes: 
a crow glides past the window
then the hawk




lips and tongues
our traditional Christmas




married ten years
nobody looks for
the mistletoe





blue sky
behind bare branches
year-end bonus 
                                   Legal Studies Forum XXIX:1 (2005) 


a perfect cloud floats past
the window-framed sky —

typing stops



alone –
warm laundry

                [06/12/04, The Heron’s Nest (March, 2005)]




first glimpse
of the just-lighted tree
full moon parts the clouds




poking a cold nose
from under warm blankets
the squirrel and I





scraping the windshield
first snowfall without you
and our garage



crows flip



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