Posted on October 1, 2002 in Humor?
The language only made it sound more like what the average beer nuts-chewing American had been saying about Hussein for a long time.
Posted on September 30, 2002 in Citizenship North Carolina
The reasoning of the day seems to be: “Be glad that you live in a free country where you can say nice things about the president and not be arrested for it.”
Posted on September 30, 2002 in California Watch
There was a gardener in the pond. I’d never seen him before. He waded in the ale-colored water and scooped out the algae with a small, clear plastic box and a couple of large soap buckets.
Posted on September 30, 2002 in Weather
I ought to crack one of those weather guides and learn something. I want to know how to milk clouds.
Posted on September 29, 2002 in Courage & Activism Liberty Travels - So Cal
Lynn and I rooted our tailbones and did not join in the singing which, as it passed from the first song to “God Bless America”, began to resemble the “Tomorrow Belongs to Me” scene out of Cabaret.
Posted on September 29, 2002 in Travels - So Cal Weather
I checked the roofs of oncoming cars to see if people had lashed personal belongings to them….Caltrans called the halt to weld in a new guardrail, not to evacuate Wrightwood.
Posted on September 29, 2002 in Attitudes Blogging Crosstalk
Are my friends who believe in the Not in Our Name statement but won’t sign paranoid or did I make a mistake to come out? It happens in my life, in my mind. Therefore, I note it.
Posted on September 28, 2002 in Humor?
I mentioned to some friends online that I was planning to attend the Fall Festival at St. Anthony’s Abbey in Valyermo. Several people went to look at the URL I gave. One came back to the chat room and said “Norton, I don’t think you should go.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Did you see this?: ‘ALL GUESTS WHO PRESENT THEMSELVES ARE TO BE RECEIVED AS CHRIST.'”
I doubt that my skin will be hanging over the monastery barbed wire. Somehow I think they had the example of Mary and Martha rather than that of Pontius Pilate in mind.
I hope that Martha can cook and that Mary can dance….
Posted on September 27, 2002 in Peace Travels - Past
You couldn’t look at her. Not right at her. Not in those eyes that ballooned out of their sockets. I looked away from her face, but I saw her leg.