We saw planes:
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
We have our Galihad and the world will CHANGE. Sweet Day in the morning.
watching the returns. hoping with the world that a once and future king has returned, about 21 hours ago from web
Did the deed. Did what I could for our boy. 4:38 AM yesterday from txt
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Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
So it is written and so it has come to pass.
Artist, Paul McCarthy's piece "Complex Shit," which is a house-sized inflatable dog turd, broke free from its restraints on the night of July 31st to fulfill its destiny. The giant turd flew away from the Swiss sculpture garden and crashed into a children's home. Apperantly, it took out some power lines on the way as well.
Suffer the little children indeed.
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Monday, August 11, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
For 31 years the world had a good man.
My heart hangs heavy.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
A photo labeled Feb 1981:
A card from a card catalogue:
The painting referenced by the card:
What does it all mean? IDK
But if you have any information about the characters in the photo please let them know that I have returned their photo to the book and the book to the library.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Things I learned on our trip to Boca:
1. Blowing tufts of air at people in the airport will keep them from being terrorists
2. Red-eyes aren't so bad when you're traveling east. (We will do it again even with Blast)
3. Even if nobody mentions that your sister is visiting as well- it is always fun to see her.
4. If there is a repeated wheater advisory telling you to stay in doors at all costs you will probably get drenched if you try to go for a walk.
4. Humidity can be a good thing
5. Chihuahuas can be cute as long as they are called Ramon
6. My Grandpa Chuck loves WD
7. Soy is hard for pregnant people to digest
8. Ice cream can be more expensive than at BiRite
9. I will never get bored as long as there is a beach or a pool
10 I miss my Daddy
Thursday, May 15, 2008
"in contrast to earlier times, our state now recognizes that an individual’s capacity to establish a loving and long-term committed relationship with another person and responsibly to care for and raise children does not depend upon the individual’s sexual orientation, and, more generally, that an individual’s sexual orientation — like a person’s race or gender — does not constitute a legitimate basis upon which to deny or withhold legal rights. We therefore conclude that in view of the substance and significance of the fundamental constitutional right to form a family relationship, the California Constitution properly must be interpreted to guarantee this basic civil right to all Californians, whether gay or heterosexual, and to same-sex couples as well as to opposite-sex couples"
Monday, May 12, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
I Love You, Madame Librarian
by Kurt Vonnegut
I, like probably most of you, have seen Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 9/11. Its title is a parody of the title of Ray Bradbury’s great science fiction novel, Fahrenheit 451. This temperature 451° Fahrenheit, is the combustion point, incidentally, of paper, of which books are composed. The hero of Bradbury’s novel is a municipal worker whose job is burning books.
And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles.
So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.
And still on the subject of books: Our daily sources of news, papers and TV, are now so craven, so unvigilant on behalf of the American people, so uninformative, that only in books can we find out what is really going on. I will cite an example: House of Bush, House of Saud by Craig Unger, published near the start of this humiliating, shameful blood-soaked year.
In case you haven’t noticed, and as a result of a shamelessly rigged election in Florida, in which thousands of African Americans were arbitrarily disenfranchised, we now present ourselves to the rest of the world as proud, grinning, jut-jawed, pitiless war lovers, with appallingly powerful weaponry and unopposed.
In case you haven’t noticed, we are now almost as feared and hated all over the world as the Nazis were.
With good reason.
In case you haven’t noticed, our unelected leaders have dehumanized millions and millions of human beings simply because of their religion and race. We wound and kill ’em and torture ’em and imprison ’em all we want.
Piece of cake.
In case you haven’t noticed, we also dehumanize our own soldiers, not because of their religion or race, but because of their low social class.
Send ’em anywhere. Make ’em do anything.
Piece of cake.
The O’Reilly Factor.
So I am a man without a country, except for the librarians and the Chicago-based magazine you are reading, In These Times.
Before we attacked Iraq, the majestic New York Times guaranteed that there were weapons of mass destruction there.
Albert Einstein and Mark Twain gave up on the human race at the end of their lives, even though Twain hadn’t even seen World War I. War is now a form of TV entertainment. And what made WWI so particularly entertaining were two American inventions, barbed wire and the machine gun. Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name. Don’t you wish you could have something named after you?
Like my distinct betters Einstein and Twain, I now am tempted to give up on people too. And, as some of you may know, this is not the first time I have surrendered to a pitiless war machine.
My last words? “Life is no way to treat an animal, not even a mouse.”
Napalm came from Harvard. Veritas!
Our president is a Christian? So was Adolf Hitler.
What can be said to our young people, now that psychopathic personalities, which is to say persons without consciences, without a sense of pity or shame, have taken all the money in the treasuries of our government and corporations and made it all their own?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
I loved it! All the attractions had a clear 1950's edge to them; before the world of childhood was turned sugary sweet and overly age appropriate. Check out this The Crooked Man:
Look at his creepy eye, exaggerated features, and cob webs (as if the spiders were adding their two cents to the story.) It reminds me of what I loved about my childhood-- Never again will I feel that same mixture of shear joy tinged with absolute terror.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
On Saturday (our only full day) we drove to Leadfield. Leadfield sort of seems like a funny tragedy. It was only a town for a year in the 20's during a mining boom that resulted from "wild and distorted advertising." The desert is full of bizarre, tragic endings that ultimately go unnoticed. (see Pete Aguereberry in addition to the story in the link Poor Aguereberry eventually found gold but it was stolen while he was at church)
The way out of Leadfield is a one way road through Titus Canyon. So beautiful and amazing! This was only the beginning