anna

Man I still think those cats are great

by anna at 01:07 PM on July 31, 2005

Charles Krauthammer is smart. He's always on talk shows spouting his opinions. He also writes a column in the Washington Post. His last espoused racial profiling when it comes to frisking subway riders. He thinks we should target Muslims, particularly South Asian or Arabs. He doesn't say exactly how you can distinguish these folks from say, Sikhs.

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anna

And when that heroin is in my blood I really don't care anymore

by anna at 07:43 PM on July 27, 2005

Fueled by government-funded pronouncements and overwrought (one of my fave words) portrayals of drug addiction in movies and media, most people have this image of murmuring addicts laying in fetid pools of vomit in alleys or jabbing needles in a search for a vein that has yet to collapse. To paraphrase that pol whose name escapes me, I've known lots of addicts and they are nothing like that.

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leaffin

I'm ba-ack

by leaffin at 01:34 PM on July 27, 2005

As usual, I find myself apologizing for my absence at the start of my post. Sorry. Travel and stuff.

But I'm back in the States now. I returned on June 30, and I'm finally settling down to be in one place. If you asked me on June 20 what I was going to do when I returned, I probably would have given you a bewildered shrug, as I had next to no clue. A few ideas, yes, but not too many. I really didn't want to come back, but I had a friend's wedding to go to, and I hadn't seen my family (except for my brother) for about a year. And yes, funds were running low after all that scuba diving I did.

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anna

Safety Dance

by anna at 01:15 PM on July 24, 2005

We are safe and sound. We are too damn safe. Time was men in particular, and I suspect more than few young lasses, valued verve. People walked around with pistols strapped in holsters, ready to blow somebody else's head off at the slightest provocation or perceived slight. I'll get back to that thought in due time.

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snaggle

i guess i should have heard of that from you

by snaggle at 07:18 AM on July 24, 2005

I just got home. It's 4:02 am on a Sunday morning. My Saturday was fairly uneventful, in general : I didn't do much during the day besides yoga at 10:30, since I was up at 8. Then I planned to do laundry when I got home, but I was too unmotivated (gotta change that... too much dirty laundry. Maybe a fluff & fold...) Then in the evening, I went to join some friends from out-of-town up in Pasadena for dinner.

And of course, as always happens with an uneventful day, somethign eventful happened : I got a flat tire on the freeway.

I've experienced three flat tires in my life: two were in my car (including tonight) and one was in a friend's car. All three times, however, I was driving. The first was in my friend's car, and I thought to myself "What's this helicopter noise? Why are they flying so close to us?" and that's when my friend who I was driving woke up and said "PULL OVER!! THAT'S A FLAT TIRE!!"

And so we changed a flat tire on the side of the highway in Iowa. Number two was in my car, but I'd been parked and it must have been a slow leak, as it was fine when I left my car and flat when I came back many hours later. As it was 3 am and I couldn't find my jack, since it wasn't where I expected it to be (having never looked for it before) I called Triple A and had them change it out for me.

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anna

I gotta go but my friend can stick around

by anna at 07:46 AM on July 22, 2005

I look at John G. Roberts, the new Supreme, and I see a baby-faced youngster. Way too young to join Clarence the Pube, Tony Soprano-Scalia, Diana Ross and that Stevens coot on the big bench.

I thought Supreme Court nominees had to sign an affidavit affirming that they spend most of their waking moments obseesing over bowel movement frequency or "bone loss." (The latter cracks me up. I always picture someone getting out of bed and tumbling to the floor, cursing the loss of their tibia overnight. Honey, do you know where I left my tibia? Did you check the kitchen table? That's where you always leave it when you're drunk. Or going to write a check only to discover that you've mislaid a critical metacarpal.)

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anna

It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right

by anna at 07:01 PM on July 19, 2005

My earliest memory is deciding to stomp all over a huge red ant colony near an outdoor patio where my parents held wedding receptions. I jumped up and down and it collapsed like a sinkhole. Soon the voracious varmints were all up in my pants and eating me alive. I went screaming onto the patio, ripping off my pants. The bride and groom were just saying their I do's. I know about this not from memory but from the constant retelling of the horror story throughout my childhood.

It was my 1st embarassment and may have been the last time I did anything truly spontaneous. I've never been one to flit off to New York for a shopping trip on the spur of the moment.

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jean

He was going to show me Spring

by jean at 12:36 PM on July 19, 2005

A few weeks ago one of my best friends, who lives in another city, asked me, "So what's going on with your boyfriend?" She was joking, because I don't have a boyfriend. But there are usually some boys in my life. Right now, there are a lot of boys, so when she asked I became confused. Finally I said, "Which one?"

She laughed: "Geez Jean, how many do you have?"

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adam

Hocus Pocus

by adam at 05:49 AM on July 18, 2005

There's a lot of sectarian violence in this world. I mean a LOT. Some people seem eager to do violence to one another based on slights, real or imagined, against their faith. This is obviously something that's been going on for some time, and in a liberal democracies in particular it seems hard to solve. In relatively homogenous countries governed by a tyrant of some sort (king, etc.) the path is clear: outsiders are outside and their persons and beliefs are thus good fodder for your guns, cannon, sharpened sticks, what have you.

In a liberal democracy that professes to welcome outsiders and be tolerant of their views, the way is a bit muddier. France probably has it the easiest, in that the French make it clear that they expect people who move to France to become French and no mistake. It's thus been perfectly in keeping with French standards (despite some distaste on the part of observers) to rule that religious displays in public are a violation of French secularism, for instance.

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snaggle

And don't you think I should have had some say in that decision

by snaggle at 10:43 PM on July 17, 2005

One of the most interesting things about growing up in a place like Iowa is seeing the stark contrast between one's hometown and where one chooses to live after that. I was raised in Iowa and went to school there (mostly because of a scholarship) but I was always dreaming of the day when I could leave the corn-drenched state and move somewhere a little bit more exciting. For every person that's nascent and raised in Iowa and plans to stay there for their entire lives, there are probably five others just biding their time until they can leave. And of course, now that I'm in L.A., I've left behind the hogs and corn and found.... well, I've found something different that suits me better. Yet what really gives me pause is how much similar people are here to those back home.

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anna

The Pale White Duke of Hazzard

by anna at 08:48 AM on July 15, 2005

Hard as it may be to believe this actually happened: Two longtime rival companies came together in what was described as a merger but was really a takeover of the one I worked for by a crosstown rival. Its CEO triumphantly breezed into our HQ for a televised speech and Q&A afterwards. He called on a woman who reminded me of that chirpy-voiced, short-haired girl who does the voiceovers for Volkswagen. "I'd like to address something near and dear to our hearts here at XYZ Co," she said, "DIVERSITY!" "I couldn't help but notice that your inner circle consists entirely of middle-aged white men," she continued, much to the dismay of thousands of cringing viewers crowded around TV monitors, "What do you plan to do to rectify this?"

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anna

And it happens once again...

by anna at 06:45 PM on July 08, 2005

Here we go again. See the carnage. See the claims of responsibility on shady websites. See the politicians wagging their fingers and promising to bring the thugs to justice, whatever that means. See Lock's beloved liberals bemoaning our lack of understanding of the root causes of terrorism. As usual the simple answer is the right one. The root cause of terrorism is---terrorists. Not just any terrorists, Wahibbi Muslim terrorists. Putting aside the USS Cole and Pentagon, which were ligit military targets in a war on the west Osama declared publicly back in '98, they're responsible for two attacks in NYC, the ones in London, Bali, Turkey, Moscow, Spain and the two US embassies in Africa. Let's not forget all their webcast beheadings including the recent killing of the Egyptian ambassador to Iraq. And roadside bombs in Iraq.

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anna

We could stay inside and play games, I don't know

by anna at 07:53 PM on July 06, 2005

My sister and my host on vacation hates TV. There were like six TVs there but she forbade any watching of them. She's paying the rent so that's ok. But I get home hungering for news. So I have been watching the newscasts avidly, one after another. I know that the French President dissed British and Finnish food, costing France the 2012 Olympic bid. And I know that there are 549,000 registered sex offenders in our midst (in the US alone.) You've got to figure that puts the number of deviants out there at well over a million. Then an expert comes on the screen saying that despite prison sentences (where they are treated none too well by fellow inmates) and "treatment" 95% go back to their old ways.

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anna

It's just a long strand of land jutting out into the sea

by anna at 07:20 PM on July 02, 2005

That really is all North Carolina's famed Outer Banks is. And yet, people flock to it and always come back with one of those OBX stickers on their cars. I just spent an enjoyable week there for the second year in a row. Both times I've just been lucky enough to be invited to stay down there for free. Now I am hooked. My problem being that I am an asshole cased in a cheerful, reasonable veneer. Stay with me for a week and the asshole is sure to bleed through. So it is very likely no one willl invite me next year, and then I'd be pissed. OBX is in my blood now.

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