Nov 23 2007
So, what are you doing today?
working? shopping? spending time with your family?
I’ve had a hectic week…and we’ve got an early appointment today…but I hope YOU are all sleeping in, so I don’t expect to see too many of you here today….which is as it should be… 😉
Ponies don’t accept recommends…
~73v
Nov 23 2007
I can say nothing else about the man. He’s deficient in every mental faculty save the ability to write apparently “dog-whistle” columns celebrating the “good old days” when people were “free” to hang blacks from trees, beat gays to death and ensconce themselves in “Whites Only” clubs…
What….a….freaking….dolt….
Read some of his latest lunatic ramblings decrying the protection of gay’s jobs and employment;
Nov 23 2007
Nov 23 2007
This is an Open Thread: Hey don’t pull the string
USA
Cellphone Tracking Powers on Request
Secret Warrants Granted Without Probable Cause:By Ellen Nakashima
Washington Post Staff Writer
Friday, November 23, 2007; Page A01Federal officials are routinely asking courts to order cellphone companies to furnish real-time tracking data so they can pinpoint the whereabouts of drug traffickers, fugitives and other criminal suspects, according to judges and industry lawyers.
In some cases, judges have granted the requests without requiring the government to demonstrate that there is probable cause to believe that a crime is taking place or that the inquiry will yield evidence of a crime. Privacy advocates fear such a practice may expose average Americans to a new level of government scrutiny of their daily lives.
Nov 23 2007
 Muse in the Morning |
The muses are ancient. The inspirations for our stories were said to be born from them. Muses of song and dance, or poetry and prose, of comedy and tragedy, of the inward and the outward. In one version they are Calliope, Euterpe and Terpsichore, Erato and Clio, Thalia and Melpomene, Polyhymnia and Urania.
It has also been traditional to name a tenth muse. Plato declared Sappho to be the tenth muse, the muse of women poets. Others have been suggested throughout the centuries. I don’t have a name for one, but I do think there should be a muse for the graphical arts. And maybe there should be many more.
Please join us inside to celebrate our various muses…
Nov 23 2007
‘Don’t let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment that was known as Camelot’
Nov 23 2007
I passed by that Room of Doom every day for two weeks when I was working at an odd job between classes.
It was a terrible place but when I first went by I had no reason to know the terror lurking within.
Parents brought their children to that room. The children had received a death sentence that no lawyer could mitigate. The children had received a diagnosis of juvenile leukemia. There was no cure, not even a treatment. All that waited for the children was an early painful death.
Nov 23 2007
You know, people who work on holidays are really performing a public service.
I like Thanksgiving because it’s time and a half and dead slow. You’re sold out of milk anyway so you can basically just zone.
Black Friday is busy for the cashiers and more so for the floor sales people who have to answer all the questions. Not so much in Stock where you were much more likely to get a call for boxes that were in short supply (and invariably stored in the big uncataloged pile behind the facade mirror with the unsorted hangers).
Your basic job is to deliver carts of merchandise between the loading dock and the sales floor storerooms. You need to be able to read a routing card and sign off that the seal is unbroken and matches before the Department head accepts inventory control. Someone has to do it.
The first place I worked, by the end of the season we were storing things on the roof and in two semi-trailers in the loading dock. The second place the loading dock was in the basement of a ‘historic’ store.
The store was so historic in fact that I was practically the last one standing when they closed it, frantically doing inventory of some hideous green abstract floral sheets 100 years out of season we were looking to dump on a liquidator.
It all falls in the rounds.
Nov 23 2007
Was it due to human error?
…FOLLOW THE BOUNCING YELLOW LINE….there is no stage
….LET GO OF ALL BELONGINGS….there is no stage
…LET GO OF SELF>>>>>you are on stage
straight form follows function theology leads one straight off a clifff
(sic) erased….scratched out…denied presentation…dis
order your belief crisis Hemingway
drunk and thunk again again again
old man turns away afraid
then sees money in your hand
his eyes apologize
cold skinny fingers take it gingerly
Nov 23 2007
Sometime in your life, hope that you might see one starved man, the look on his face when the bread finally arrives. Hope that you might have baked it or bought or even kneaded it yourself. For that look on his face, for the meeting of your eyes across a piece of bread, you might be willing to loose a lot, or suffer a lot, or die a little, even.
Daniel Berrigan
I read this quote for the first time this morning in the amazing diary by Hillary Rettig and OPOL titled Giving Thanks for Progressive Activists and its been on my mind all day. I’ve been thinking alot about the myriad of myths that we respond to almost automatically without much awareness. When we read a quote like that, it resonates deeply. We know it is truth. And yet the myth that getting more for ourselves will somehow make us happy is how we tend to live our lives.
Nov 23 2007
Here it is. It comes in three parts:
1) a “reality-based” political agenda for the future.
2) a discussion of the pragmatics (relation of discourse to hearers/readers) of political agendas
3) a critique of a successful politician’s agenda.
(crossposted on ecosocialism)
Nov 23 2007
that JFK did lay, dead in the back of that limo in Dallas, Texas. …
…And yesterday would have been his brother, Bobby’s (RFK’s), 82nd birthday.
When Dr. King was murdered on April 4, 1968, in Memphis, Bobby Kennedy’s campaign paid to have Dr. King’s body flown from Memphis to Atlanta. There, at 1 AM, in the dark of a chapel/funeral home, (now Congressman) John Lewis arranged for Bobby and Ethel Kennedy to visit Dr. King’s body, alone. And Rep. Lewis recalls saying to himself, “Well at least we still have Bobby.”
And then, within two months , RFK was also killed.
If anyone wonders why 1968 (when I was 15) was the year the world ended for me, just ask me for more details.
It only got worse.
Still, the struggle continues.
Not really an essay here, still, I wouldn’t have made it then without my personal savior..
