Archive for August, 2008
“Yer out Joe! You ain’t hot!”, said Barack Obama at a press conference earlier today. “Shit, we were caught napping”, he continued. “When everyone was looking for us to buck up our experience in foreign policy and other bullshit, that asshole just grabs a hottie and proceeds to shag her in front of the whole country! I’m major pissed”.
McCain’s camp was largely silent on the issue. “Yes, she’s a hot biotch, but what’s yer friggin’ point?”
Obama went on to describe how he felt about Biden’s significant experience but lack of photographic sex appeal. “Look, he’s got the street-cred but you wouldn’t wanna shag this bloke after ten beers … would you? Of course not!”
“Geez,” he continued, “I’m a black man for Chrissakes! If I don’t have some hot white chick on my ticket everyone will think I’ve got a “not-blackman-like-pee-pee!” – It’s just fucking embarrassing. I’ve got hip-hop stars to impress. That’s all I have to say”.
“That’s all the
What a speech. It was warm and persuasive and smart, and only a troll like Dick Morris could have failed to be moved when she talked about her commitment to the working folks of America. And yes, while Hillary gave a killer speech — and thank god, maybe now those dreadful PUMAs and their enabler/handler Chris Matthews will slink back to the Rockies where they belong — there was another fired-up woman last night who rocked the house. And that was Lilly Ledbetter, the scrappy retired Alabama grandmother who sued Goodyear for not paying her the same as her male co-workers so that other American women wouldn’t have to suffer as she did. Talk about rising to the occasion.
Tuesday night was supposed to be women’s night, in honor of the passage of the 19th Amendment giving women the vote. And while Hillary punched that message hard, and in her flaming orange pantsuit, was vibrant proof of how far women have come in those 88 years — it was hard not to feel a bit, oh, shall we say, bitter? An unpleasant stab of dissonance.
Yes, Hillary did shatter those 18 million cracks in the glass ceiling in her run…
For my next installment of belated recollections from the past, I submit to you my first trip to El Oriente
, Ecuador’s wild west. Or rather, wild east. And while the western deserts and mountains of the United States are tamer than ever, the jungles that make up a bulging third of Ecuador’s territory to the east of the Sierra are still, to a great extent, salvaje
. And, since I made my way there back in February, during the peak of Carnaval celebrations, it was a lot more wild that I’d wager it is on a regular basis.
Here I am, in Tena, with a monkey. It’s a spider monkey, so named for it’s ability to maneuver through tree limbs using its tail like another limb. Which makes for five tree-climbing appendages, not eight, but that was close enough for whoever came to the Amazon and christened them long ago. The look on my face might lead you to think that I don’t like monkeys. I get along with them pretty well, in fact, but I’ll elaborate more on that further along.
Tena is the nearest jungle municipality from Quito, Ecuador’s capitol city and a
One of technology’s many promises was that it would increase available leisure time. It has, but it does not feel like it is so, because we choose to spend most of our extra time with technology itself.
Like all peoples, we’ve chosen our deities, and technology perches higher than time in our pantheon. A jealous and totalitarian God, technology seduces us into its meeting houses, where we congregate to work and play in a strange, shared isolation, for hours and days and longer still.
We invent Gods in part because they console us in our fear of death. When death is suddenly imminent, we make foxhole deals with a God we may have largely ignored most of our lives. In the course of normal days, thoughts of death appear less dramatically, but still unsettle.
In olden days it was enough to be told by preachers and judges and fathers that justice and vengeance were the Lord’s (and often theirs, by self-designated proxy). They said there was a reason for everything, that the final accounting will be in Heaven, and if you do as we say, you will be rewarded in the next life.
But we are an inquisitive and acquisitive…
Last night I went to a reception for MicroBike USA
and the One Hen
children’s book about microfinance. The event was co-hosted by Wokai
and featured the six MicroBikers who cycled across the USA to raise money for — and awareness about — microfinance, along with One Hen author Katie Milway Smith.
It was a unique opportunity to further expand the microfinance community to include “younger” generations, whether university- or elementary school-age. My only complaint was that, if the event is titled “Youth in Microfinance” and the goal is to educate and excite youth about global economic development, then do not
host it in a venue that is over-21s only. To have to turn away the very people who you want most to attract seems to me not only counter-productive, but also an entirely preventable situation. What about a local cafe, bookstore, school campus or neighborhood library instead?
I just discovered this fabulous ‘ecospeakers’ website
that includes folks like Huey Johnson who founded the trust for public land, Jack Robinson who has had his green investing views covered in the WSJ and the NY Times, Dave Wan, author of Affluenza, Biologic, and Deep Design, and video producer of Sustainable Design, Bill Birchard, author of Nature’s Keepers, Katie Alvord. Author of Divorce Your Car! and Reese Halter, Founder and President of Global Forest Science among countless others.
I didn’t want to believe it.
The incident in late July at the Beverly Hilton. The sneaking into the hotel through a side door. The hiding in the bathroom at 2:30 in the morning while a team of reporters from The National Enquirer
lurked outside. The Other Woman ensconced in a hotel room upstairs with the baby girl. The cancer-stricken wife, campaign icon and rising political star waiting back home with the children. The repeated denials when the story broke that it was a lie, “tabloid trash.”
I didn’t want to believe it because, frankly, the whole scenario struck me as too tawdry and unreal, like one of those bad Lifetime movies for television. But I also didn’t want to believe it because it would require a radical shift in my thinking, in my perception of John Edwards and who I thought he was.
Funny how the worst clichés often turn out to be true.
But it turns out that John Edwards, former senator, onetime vice presidential candidate, who rose from being the son of a mill worker to become a populist champion and Democratic candidate for president, is just a man. And a pretty flawed one at that. A…
August 06, 2008 By: jgrandchamps Category: Belgian news
They are turning 50 this year, but they remain among the most popular characters in Belgian comic strips. They were created by Belgian comic strip author, Peyo in 1958. They first appeared in “La flûte à six trous” (The flute with six wholes), in Spirou journal.
Their 50th birthday is being celebrated by comic strips lovers all over the world, but at the Belgian Comic Strip Center, visitors will be invited to consider Peyo’s work from a new and original angle: it is because of their individual weaknesses that the Smurfs discover their strength…
You will be able to meet the Smurfs at the Belgian Comic Strip Museum in Brussels, through authentic documents lent by Peyo’s family. The exhibition will last until November 16th.
So hurry up and smurf to the museum or smurf their website athttp://www.stripmuseum.be/en/home
During our new coming tour to Belgium
in 2 weeks, our guests will be able to pay them a visit if they wish.
Picture from http://www.visitbelgium.com/mediaroom/Smurfs50Anniversary08.htm
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