Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
Memorial Day
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends (John 15:13).”
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Friday, May 26, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
What inspires you?
What do you always keep on your desk as you work?
What movie or book do you most identify with?
The biggest enemy of creativity is...
Ideas come to me at unexpected moments, like when I'm...
What accomplishments are you most proud of?
No one is better than I am when it comes to...
I still can't quite get the hang of...
What movie or book do you most identify with?
The biggest enemy of creativity is...
Ideas come to me at unexpected moments, like when I'm...
What accomplishments are you most proud of?
No one is better than I am when it comes to...
I still can't quite get the hang of...
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
On me demande
On me demande ce que je porte.
Je porte de tout.
D'habitude
De temps en temps les mains
Voici les listes
On doit,
Je pense,
Commencer par comprendre que
Voici tout ce vous ne pouvez pas mettre dans un masculin
(des fleurs, des notes claires,
Je porte de tout.
D'habitude
De temps en temps les mains
Voici les listes
On doit,
Je pense,
Commencer par comprendre que
Voici tout ce vous ne pouvez pas mettre dans un masculin
(des fleurs, des notes claires,
Monday, May 22, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Conservatism
"I never meant to say that the Conservatives are generally stupid. I meant to say that stupid people are generally Conservative. I believe that is so obviously and universally admitted a principle that I hardly think any gentleman will deny it," - John Stuart Mill, in a letter to Sir John Pakington, a Conservative MP, March, 1866.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Immigration
Americans who are really incensed by millions of undocumented immigrants can take action, just as those marching in the streets did. They can refuse to eat fruits and vegetables picked by those immigrants. They can refuse to buy homes on which they worked. After all, if a migrant worker like Cesar Chavez could organize a national boycott of grapes, then opponents of immigration could surely organize something similar. But they won't. We like our cheap houses and our fresh fruit. And our government likes the bait-and-switch, taking taxes from workers whose existence it will not recognize. The borders are most porous in Washington, D.C.
_____Anna Quindlen
_____Anna Quindlen
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Monday, May 15, 2006
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Cloning
It's now so much that we are convinced that it would lead to a future of dread and pain. Rather it's that we fear what it means for our idea of ourselves now.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Music For Old Hippies
That's what Tom Martin called it during his set tonight. It's still the best music in the world for groovin'. Tom said he's decided to play only one more year. In a way it's like Willy Masterson who paints amazing pieces and says that the only people getting shows are the young. Perhaps that's accurate, and sad.
WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high pil&grave'd books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
___John Keats
WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high pil&grave'd books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
___John Keats
Friday, May 12, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
The King Was In the Counting House
Counting the calls made by United States citizens. With a lapdog Washington press corps and a let's play piggy Rethuglican controlled Congress nobody is concerned. It's all about the rule of law, the Rethuglicans bellowed when trying to impeach Clinton. But now the President through signing statements and behavior states that the law is whatever he says it is. Compassionate Conservatives: Fascism with a friendly face.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun
754
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun—
In Corners—till a Day
The Owner passed—identified—
And carried Me away—
And now We roam in Sovereign Woods—
And now We hunt the Doe—
And every time I speak for Him—
The Mountains straight reply—
And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow—
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through—
And when at Night—Our good Day done—
I guard My Master's Head—
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow—to have shared—
To foe of His—I'm deadly foe—
None stir the second time—
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye—
Or an emphatic Thumb—
Though I than He—may longer live
He longer must—than I—
For I have but the power to kill,
Without—the power to die—
Emily Dickinson
754
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun—
In Corners—till a Day
The Owner passed—identified—
And carried Me away—
And now We roam in Sovereign Woods—
And now We hunt the Doe—
And every time I speak for Him—
The Mountains straight reply—
And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow—
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through—
And when at Night—Our good Day done—
I guard My Master's Head—
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow—to have shared—
To foe of His—I'm deadly foe—
None stir the second time—
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye—
Or an emphatic Thumb—
Though I than He—may longer live
He longer must—than I—
For I have but the power to kill,
Without—the power to die—
Emily Dickinson
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Spent the afternoon pruning the Buckeye and the roses. My hands are scratched, cut, and aching. However, the pruning opened up the back of the yard and I hope the roses will have more sun and, as a result, more flowers. It's always good to do some physical work after a week of work in the PD's office.
Yes, I'm back. Seven days down and 358 to go.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Apartment Therapy: The Cure
My first session with Tori was fantastic. Sorting is so much easier when you have someone objective to support you. Since I'm just doing one room on the Cure I don't really have stuff that needs to be purchased; I need to get rid of stuff and organize and diplay what I have.
I've taken two paintings to be framed. And I'm really looking forward to organizing one closet as an "Art" bin and using shelving to display bultos that are out of rotation.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
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