Coushatta, LA:
Nine black children attending Red River Elementary School were directed last week to the back of the school bus by a white driver who designated the front seats for white children.
Friday, August 25, 2006
2006, ladies and gentlemen
Via TalkLeft:
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
An obscure and gratuitous reference I only expect 3% of you to get
President terrified of women, “Washington Whispers” reports…
He loves to cuss, gets a jolly when a mountain biker wipes out trying to keep up with him, and now we’re learning that the first frat boy loves flatulence jokes. A top insider let that slip when explaining why President Bush is paranoid around women, always worried about his behavior. But he’s still a funny, earthy guy who, for example, can’t get enough of fart jokes.
And his favorite "Doctor Who" episode? Love & Monsters.
Thank you.
Quote via Wonkette.
Oh dear
Always in time, but never in line for dreams
What Your Soul Really Looks Like |
You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or even a completely different life. You are not a very grounded person. You prefer dreams to reality. For you, it's all about possibilities. You believe that people see you as a bit small and insignificant. People pay more attention to you than you think. Your near future is in a very different place (both physically and mentally) from where you are right now. For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust. |
You know, as a rule, I look at these blogthings as being something like horoscopes. Fun if you don't take them too seriously. But sometimes I could almost wonder if they are getting inside my head.
New life, new love
Where's the heart I was dreaming of?
I need a new hope, new dream
Another part in a different scene
A new life, it's so hard to find
-Pet Shop Boys, "A New Life"
I've been thinking recently about how lately it seems all I'm living for is possibilities. Every time I check my email, answer the phone, go downstairs to check my regular mailbox-is it the publisher?
And in a broader sense-sometimes the only thing that keeps me getting up in the morning is the possibility that I will find a way through all my stuff. God knows how, because when I think about it, all I see is...well, see my random Flickr blogging for this week.
But I still have, within me, some spark of faith left that still glimmers.
There's a flame of hope
Burning in my heart
There's a strange emotion
Tearing me apart
Cause I know...
OMD, "Flame Of Hope"
Monday, August 21, 2006
Random Flickr-Blogging: IMG_0736
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Good Fences Make Good Neighbors-Robert Frost
JOSH
Is that what Frost meant?
DONNA
No, he meant that boundries are what alienate us from each other.
Aaron Sorkin & Eli Attie, The West Wing, "Red Mass"
I've had two dreams in three days that center around failed communications. The frustration of talking to someone on the phone when you can't quite make them hear you. And then the fearful alarm of seeing the words that you're trying to send to someone turn into soup before your eyes.
There is, believe it or not, one truly great scene in Spring Break, a movie that is otherwise a below-average '80s teen sex "comedy." It's a moment where one of our erstwhile "heroes" has met a girl he likes and who seems to like him, and they repair to her hotel room.
Thirsty, or perhaps anticipating that they are about to work up a thirst, she requests a soda, which he gentlemanly goes to get from the machine down the hall...before realizing that not only can't he remember the room number, he doesn't know her name!
Nightmarish, at least for me, and I'm being quite literal when I say that. Because I do have recurring dreams where I seem to have found someone (at last) and then, usually not long before I wake up, something happens to separate us. I've had them since I was a kid.
Anyway. This is one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands.
It's obvious to me why I was thinking about it this morning when I woke up. Whether or not it's obvious to you I leave up to you.
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