Tom Tomorrow was my inspiration, though Atrios had a hand in it as well. I guess that makes them both my blogparents, though the union is only recognized in Massachusettes.
I love the winger logic: Women in Burkas and Taliban regrouping = Democracy breaking out.
And why is a secular Government good for them, but not for us, I wonder?
Anyway, it's good to see Tommy Franks has taken the old Military strategy known as FUBAR and shown us how a career soldier can make it work for them.
A gracious bow from Sibling Sabre of Enlightenment.
Pope John Paul II was a bone fide son of a bitch who was the figurehead of one of the most repressive institutions in history.
Karol Wojtila was a nice man, good with children and animals, tolerated Bono and was said by his friends and admirers to have a cracking sense of humor.
That both people happened to inhabit the same body is an all too-common occurence, and it is a misfirtune of greatest concern that these inconsistancies must be glossed over by those looking to judge a man by his shoe size or sum him up neetly.
Possibly because they want to say that all drugs (except alcohol, of course) are equally bad, and talking about consequences makes that impossible.
Also, if yo started talking about the variable side effects of these drugs, they start to sound like pharmaceutical commercials and we can't have next years Viox and Prilosec poppers making negative associations with "Good" Drugs.
I was about to write that my wife is the target audience for this book, but then realized how creepy that sounded. (Though, she is and so am I.)
Like Michael Weholt, I'm curious to know what criteria separates teen oriented stories form the rest. Obviously, no overt sex and maybe toned down violence but are their particular themes you look for? Young protagonists? Coming-of-age scenarios?
I can't count the number of times I've had to decide bewteen Indian crafts and smoking a joint. I finally solved the problem by beading myself a nice, traditional peace pipe.
Shaver claimed to have visited the center of the Earth through a Being John Malkovitchesque tunnel in his basement. From Wikipedia:
In the 1960s and 70s, now living in obscurity, Shaver looked for physical evidence of the bygone pre-historic races. He found it in certain rocks, which he believed were "rock books" that had been created by the great ancients, and embedded with legible pictures and texts. For years he wrote about the rock books, photographed them, and made paintings of the images he found in them to demonstrate their historic importance. He never succeeded in generating much attention for his later findings during his lifetime, but in recent years, there have been exhibits of Shaver's art and photographs.
It's not mentioned in the Wikipedia article, but I seem to recall reading somewhere that there was speculation that Shaver was schizotypal, that he displayed several of the symptoms of paranoid schizophrenia, but in non-dangerous manifestations. Very likely, he simply had vivid dreams or hallucinations and the letters supporting his claims were probably just imaginative fans playing along, not realising they were encouraging Shaver's mental illness.
As for Mr. Beale, I don't know what his excuse is.
I laid awake late last night rolling this matter over in my head and what struck me as the real telling fact was that President Bush would rather talk to a gay prostitute than anyone else. I then realised that if only we could find a little blue dress in Guckert's closet, all our problems would go away... Then I fell asleep. Or woke up, I can't remember which.
I understand what you're saying, Patrick but I think your concern is a little misplaced. Few people seriously believes in The Red Menace anymore and the ones that do are rightfully dismissed as kranks, Left over Cold Warriors and John Birchers. It's a joke, as were these images. Riffing on King Bill's backwards claim that CC activists are commies is throwing the joke in his face. And from the CC point of view, the appropriation of images is part of what we're fighting for the right to do. Grant it, the joke has a short shelf life but what jokes don't?
Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, a chapter or two every night before bed.
A History of Reading,/I> by Alberto Manguel, when I have the time, which is rare right now, since I'm in the midst of finals.
And various books on Library Technical Services, for my final exam. these are no where neer as fun as the previous two, or even chewing broken glass.
The Farmer over at at Corrente has been refering to W as Bubble Boy for a while now, which is oddly fitting. As is, I think, President Kill Again (with the added bonus of being musiclaly referential).
I'm an MLS student and for librarians, this is like... well, I don't know what, it's that amazing, though. It quickly and effiecently does what we need it to do for helping people find scholarly research. Especially when those people are MLS students writing papers. And you can see who has cited what! Amazing stuff.
Imagine all those crappy search interfaces for all those spotty databases being scrapped and replaced with a google window! I'm giddy.
Now I would enjoy a "Cited By" alert service (I am just trying a new one for ArXiV), something mailing me when a selected article gets a new cite.
--Alejandro
Do you mean like the Google News Alert? That wopuld be mighty useful.
Also, this is still in beta, folks. When the full version goes live, i expect it will have filled in a lot of those little holes mentioned here.
We live on a planet with 6.5 billion humans, an awful lot of dogs, cats, rodents of various size and hue and an astonishing multitude of beetles, just to hit the tip of the proverbial ice burg. That anyone would think that any one person makes a decision in a vacuum, without one of these other humans, cats, dogs or beetles ever wandering by to influence their precious Independence, is fooling themselves.
The dude who thinks he can negotiate better than a union is smoking some righteous dope but not nearly as righteous as whatever tar these neocons in office are mainlining. Interconnectivity may be invisible but the butterfly's wings are a bitch when they swing back and smack you upside the head.
Like Xopher, I came in late, after all the valid points were already admirably made.
But my two cents, for the record:
As one of those dastardly atheists with a decidedly secular stripe, I look forward to the discussions on both Light sites, specifically because Patrick and Theresa (and the regular commenters) are so open minded, well informed and so gosh darn smart.
In the year and a half I've been reading posts here and over at Making Light, I've had discussions concerning politics, religion, spirituality, and literary theory; I've heard people expound on the beauty of classical literature and even ocasionaly, recite passages in greek and old english. I'm flabbergasted that anyone who gave even a cursery glance at these sites would ever put the word scum anywhere near the name Nielsen Hayden.
My critique of the religiously conservative's idea of social justice has always been that it's self serving and, while outwardly looks like something good is being done, while in actuality it amounts to a big fat turd sandwich. Sure, it's a sandwich and sure, those poor people are starving but is it really all that nutritious? Might there be a better way to help these people? Well, never mind that, here, eat this sandwich.
This allows the pasty, bloated do gooders to sit back and say, "Look! my two cents fed children in Africa and I didn't have to soil my Morals by handing out condoms! Go, me!"
Meanwhile, the kid that ate that awful sandwich now has dysentery and his sister just got AIDS because their wasn't a condom within a hundred miles of their village. But at least they have plenty of Bibles.
I wasn't aware their was a Stargate SG1 RPG but seeing as how thier are RPGs for just about everything, it makes sense. And given the set up of the SG1 series, it's actually a perfect form for the RPG: Yur team gets to be anyone from SG2 to SG3000, you can go anywhere in the galaxy, have a wide array of alien bad guys and good guys to run into and if anything goes wrong, the GM can call in the SG Marines.
God, I'm such a geek.
When I first entered the blogosphere as a commentor on Eschaton about a year and a half ago, I chose a psuedonymn (Jorge, after J.L. Borges). It gives one a sense of distance from both the material world and the other pseudonymous writers posting their thoughts. But when I started my own blog, I decided to go by my real name. I did this for several reasons. My blog is, first and formost, a way for me to get my writing notticed and if one is going to self promote, one should do so under their given name. But going by my real name also means that I have to stand by what I write. It's a stamp of honesty. I say what I mean and mean what I say.
I haven't taken an online survey since 1978. that's when I first saw the fnords. They ate this guy I was rooming with. left nothing but skin and teeth behind.
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