Posted on July 16, 2006 in Plants
For the past few days, I have been going mad trying to describe the mounds of white buckwheat flowers by the side of the road and they have been turning to rust while I indecide.
Posted on July 16, 2006 in Stigma
I was slow on this, but Yves Magloe has been reinstated despite the opinions of certain “human” resources people from Georgia. Here in California we can see sense.
Posted on July 16, 2006 in Letters to Bush
Neo-conservatives are already whining about the blow laid on them by Illinois Democrat Rahm Emanuel:
“Mr. Speaker, yesterday the President said we continue to be wise about how we spend the people’s money.
“Then why are we paying over $100,000 for a ‘White House Director of Lessons Learned’?
“Maybe I can save the taxpayers $100,000 by running through a few of the lessons this White House should have learned by now.
“Lesson 1: When the Army Chief of Staff and the Secretary of State say you are going to war without enough troops, you’re going to war without enough troops.
“Lesson 2: When 8.8 billion dollars of reconstruction funding disappears from Iraq, and 2 billion dollars disappears from Katrina relief, it’s time to demand a little accountability.
“Lesson 3: When you’ve ‘turned the corner’ in Iraq more times than Danica Patrick at the Indy 500, it means you are going in circles.
“Lesson 4: When the national weather service tells you a category 5 hurricane is heading for New Orleans, a category 5 hurricane is heading to New Orleans.
“I would also ask the President why we’re paying for two ‘Ethics Advisors’ and a ‘Director of Fact Checking.’
“They must be the only people in Washington who get more vacation time than the President.
“Maybe the White House could consolidate these positions into a Director of Irony.”
Posted on July 16, 2006 in Justice Psycho-bunk
Numbing oneself does not necessarily indicate that one is cognizant of the wickedness of one’s actions.
Posted on July 15, 2006 in Routine
Just about everything I do is cloaked in confidentiality
Posted on July 14, 2006 in Compassion Crosstalk Depression
Sweet friend, I know your feelings.
Posted on July 13, 2006 in Driving
Between about one and three am, there’s a lull in traffic. A few tail lights and a few headlights bounce between the comet trails of speed bumps. The beauty of it is something like the feeling you get when you walk into an empty house and touch the bare white walls with your eyes.
Shortly after 3 the city gets on the move again. Dozens of headlights challenge your passing. You slay these knights of the road by going on.
Posted on July 12, 2006 in Psycho-bunk Social Justice
Instead of paychecks, they will give us the promise that we won’t be punished if we do the work.