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Are We Lost? The Secret Language of ‘Lost’ — The Return of the Hippie Gods

God doesn't know we're here. No one knows we're here.
Henry Gale

Whenever I see one of those pretentious bumper stickers — are all bumper stickers pretentious? — that says “Kill Your Television,” the TV show “Lost,” beginning its end-run next week, comes to mind. Because in our time, some of the best writing and troupe acting — “The Sopranos,” “House” — is on television. And “Lost,” directed by the young visionary J.J. Abrams, is at the top of the pack.

In “Lost,” there is no false distinction between highbrow culture and low theater. Any episode may contain references to both Thomas Mann’s Magic Mountain and George A. Romero’s “Night of the Living Dead.” Likewise, Catholic priests travel in harmony and consort with Taoist Immortals and Tibetan Dakinis.

Willie Mays, the Last Day in the Polo Grounds, and My Dad

Last week's column described life with my 10-year-old son, Josh. I received a better response to that column than anything I have ever written before. As one Very Important Person said to me, "You need to write more personal columns that people identify with than just writing about politics."

I tried not to take this as indicating that few people care about my political opinions. (My 10-year-old son tells me he cares; my wife tells me she doesn't.)

Life With My 10-Year-Old Son

First, this is a different column than the usual blah-blah-blah about politics, although I will try to link the topic to the name of my Washington Times column, “Purple Nation.” Just be patient. This column is actually about something important. This is about life with my 10-year-old son, Josh.

Let’s start with: Does anyone remember what it was like to be 10 years old? I try to. It was before I cared about girls, and cared a lot more about my baseball cards, Willie Mays (OK, I am dating myself), and Superman comic books.

Olympians See Sights Too

Ni hao from Bejing.

Olympians sightsee, too!

The sun finally took a break and allowed some rain, but the Games carried on and Olympians could be found sightseeing around the rich, vibrant and mammoth capital city of Beijing.

Beijing in a snapshot: The subways are clean, high-tech, easy, cheap, and smiling volunteers rescue you in a moment to assist. They are eager to help and it thrills them to do it. What a wonderful attitude the volunteers have. Many teams could be seen bicycling around to the sites and were so cheerful to wave and say hello and "Ni hao!"

Phelps Tarnishes His Gold Medals

Ever since I can remember, Wheaties was the Breakfast of Champions. And, all during my childhood, American sport legends bounced right from winning Olympic gold medals to smiling on the back of my box of Wheaties.

No longer. Not for Michael Phelps. He’s decided to plant his mug instead — not on Wheaties — but on a box of Kellogg’s FROSTED FLAKES, probably the least healthy breakfast cereal on the market, which has three times the amount of sugar as Wheaties and only one-third the amount of fiber.

Olympic Predictions

Hello sports fans!

What would the Olympics be without some betting among friends? Post a response to this blog by Aug. 15 at 11:59 p.m. (EST) with your predictions for:

* the country that will win the most medals
* the country that will win the fewest medals
* the country that will win the most GOLD medals

and you could win dinner for six at Chef Geoff's. (Chef Geoff has opened three restaurants in the D.C. area in the past eight years and was recently recognized by the International Hotel and Restaurant Awards. For more, click here.)

Condi Saves the Day at the (TIGER WOODS) AT&T National

I've spent the past few days at the spectacular Congressional Country Club, enjoying Tiger Woods' AT&T National golf tournament and applauding our military. I've been wondering, though -- with this wonderful, patriotic display, where has our nation's political leadership been?

The opening ceremonies this past Wednesday were riveting. Cal Ripken, Jr., one of baseball's legends, was on hand. Members of the 101st Airborne Parachute team, "The Screaming Eagles," fell from the sky, each one landing closer and closer to the tee box. Two of the Eagles had special deliveries: golf balls that were struck by members of our Armed Forces in Iraq, Great Britain, Afghanistan, Japan, and even at sea. Those balls were delivered to Fred Couples and to two kids whose parents are currently serving. The first day of the tournament reminded everyone there that it's the spirit of sacrifice that makes our nation so great.