Posted on August 29, 2003 in The InterNet
Bored techies left to their own devices create the most interesting error messages it seems. In the last twenty four hours, both my email and my blog entry were down.
Is this a pre-Labor Day celebration?
Posted on August 28, 2003 in Book of Days Depression Hope and Joy
It has been on my own feet that my brain has taken the most dangerous rides of its life.
Posted on August 28, 2003 in Weather
We have refrigeration! This calls for a celebratory nap!
Posted on August 28, 2003 in Courage & Activism War
Smedley Butler and Rudyard Kipling both knew that there was too much of those guns, far too much of those guns.
Posted on August 27, 2003 in Book of Days Residences
I have no back yard in the sense of grass, rose bushes, hibiscus, peach trees, palms, and pines.
Posted on August 27, 2003 in Writing Groups
Critique groups meet to make better writers.
Posted on August 27, 2003 in Strange
I am speechless, to tell the truth. Utterly without comment or thought. Willing to let this stand on its own merits.
Posted on August 27, 2003 in Compassion Privacy Silicon Valley
Sometimes a quiet cry in your ear gets louder as it lingers in the mind. A friend said to me the other day: “Why is it that I have to give up my rights to privacy just because I am mentally ill?”
Posted on August 26, 2003 in Book of Days
The InterNet’s the dying god of the early 21st century, being killed again and again and revived by brutal financial fertility offerings.
Posted on August 26, 2003 in Crosstalk Ettiquette Sexuality
I don’t know exactly why Shelley found it offensive in the context of her own blatantly sexual remarks. I add that I don’t require an explanation. It suffices that Shelley announced that she found it offensive, that I had crossed her boundaries of propriety.
Posted on August 26, 2003 in California Watch Immigration
Before the war, Anglo-Americans insinuated themselves into lands owned by Mexico. Then they screamed persecution and brought the force of the United States to bear in favor of what was their minority rule. The land was seized — by force — from Mexico and ethnically cleansed of Latinos despite the assurances of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hildago.
Posted on August 26, 2003 in Quizzes
I knew that I couldn’t be a hippie. I never did the drugs and I didn’t have nearly enough sex with willing women.