Month: July 2003
Fucks Up: Yours and Mine
Posted on July 17, 2003 in Blogging
Shelley’s remarks mirror my own on this matter. Both of us have been accused of being contentious and irritable.
Muslim-Speaking Troops?
Posted on July 17, 2003 in Campaign 2004
This fumble and the Resident are making Yale’s reputation appear overinflated.
Wanted: Poetasters
Posted on July 17, 2003 in Whimsies
Oh my mother love
how sweet my dear to my eye
laying out in the coffin woeful
the dog ate mother’s toes full
Grrrrrrls vs. Women
Posted on July 17, 2003 in Attitudes Crosstalk
Yes, Shelley, I too see the word “SELL-OUT” blazing from that rapturous conclusion.
Darkness Visible
Posted on July 17, 2003 in Book of Days Daily Life
Small contest, prize is glory. Where does the title phrase come from?
An Exercise in Self Deprecation
Posted on July 16, 2003 in Writing Exercises
Thanks to all the people who heckled and belittled me in the last two weeks. You provided great material for this and by the time I was finished writing, I was laughing very hard.
Some Orange poems
Posted on July 16, 2003 in Poems Writing Exercises
I’m mad about orange.
I’m mad at orange.
If the election were held today….
Posted on July 16, 2003 in Campaign 2004
….I would vote for Carol Moseley Braun.
Sock Puppet
Posted on July 16, 2003 in Roach-B-Gone
For those who don’t know what a sock puppet is: it is when you invent an additional identity to create the impression that there is more than one person spouting a point of view.
A conversation
Posted on July 16, 2003 in Courage & Activism Peace
Girl: Mommy, can’t we go shopping and save the world?
John Kerry = Bush Lite?
Posted on July 16, 2003 in Campaign 2004
To Kerry and his supporters I say simply this: Dean’s wife and family are off limits.
George McGovern is Not Dead Yet
Posted on July 16, 2003 in Campaign 2004 Courage & Activism Liberals & Progressives
This was the one political campaign in which I didn’t feel that I was selling my soul. It was also when I started to realize how full of hot air the press was and how petty the mushy middle could be when it came to small mistakes.
