The Apple and The Tree, Part One
I have no idea how I got my rebellious streak.
I have no idea how I got my rebellious streak.
Check out this video. And if then read the post that follows. And then read the story I link to in that post. And then think about whether democracy even has a wisp of a pulse or if it flatlined long ago.
Will this work?
It really doesn’t matter any more what injustices Bush has perpetrated on humanity during these dark six years: his war, his torture, his eavesdropping, his corporatism, his lies—none of it matters because today, his Supreme Court gave his base what they’ve been salivating for since he swaggered into the national arena. From the very beginning, [...]
My friend’s son, Martin, passed away early Friday morning, surrounded by family and friends. The death of a child has to be one of the more awful experiences I can imagine; it’s not the proper order of things and seems so utterly senseless. This weekend, my thoughts have been of his family.
When I decided to participate in the 365-day project on Flickr, I didn’t anticipate building relationships with people I’d never met or caring for someone who exists only on some far away keyboard. I’m not sure what I expected, really. I only know that at the beginning I thought, “Hmmm…take a picture of myself everyday? [...]
My next piece has been posted over at CityBeat. And for those friends who have called and/or emailed to inquire as to what’s happening with my ongoing breast gig, this column may offer a peek into my mental process. I’m not writing any more about it at the moment because anything else I might say [...]
This morning on my drive to work, I was cut off by a large maroon mini-van with the following message professionally adhered to the back window in 4” white block lettering:
IF YOU LIVE LIFE LIKE THERE IS NO GOD,YOU BETTER BE RIGHT.
Aside from what I consider to be a grammatically awkward, if not altogether incorrect [...]
My darling husband sent me an email today with a link to a video about role-play for couples. I think he’s trying to tell me something but, well…judge for yourself…
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