Archive for November, 2004

Over the River and Through the… Whatever

November 30, 2004

Will be sporadic today, as my boss dumped a big pile of crap on my desk yesterday afternoon and told me to turn it into something that makes sense (during the busy days, I sometimes suspect that this is really what my job title should say: Bringer of Coherence to Crap). We’re gonna get slammed soon. It ain’t gonna be pretty.

Had a good MA class last night, a nice ride home, some reading in bed, & etc. Working on finishing up some war books that I need to return and/or renew this weekend. Will be churning through some line edits tonight and finishing a pesky chapter of Jihad (I really need to change that title), all willing.

But, for now: work. Ha.

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Fun For Your Sidebar

November 29, 2004

Our Nuclear Neighbors

November 29, 2004

Some cocktail party tidbits stolen from The Cat’s Blog

COUNTRIES WITH NUCLEAR WEAPONS:

USA, RUSSIA, CHINA, FRANCE, and UK

The same countries with VETO POWER at the U.N. Security Council

ISRAEL, INDIA, and PAKISTAN have NUCLEAR WEAPONS too. But “we are not supposed to know.”

Israel is considered an undeclared nuclear weapon state, and is believed to have 100-200 nuclear weapons. It could deploy these weapons on 255 aircraft (50 F-4E and 205 F-16), 100 missiles and three submarines.

For more, go here.

I find this fascinating. When will Israel, India, and Pakistan get seats on the UN Security Council?

Hahahaa

Yea. That was supposed to be a rhetorical question.

Tidbit

November 29, 2004

“A free society is one where it is safe to be unpopular.”

— Adlai Stevenson

via Soapbox Blog

Live Your Life Anyway

November 29, 2004

Fascinating peice comparing the behavior of abusers in domestic relationships and the actions of the Bush administration toward most Americans:

Any battered woman in America, any oppressed person around the globe who has defied her oppressor will tell you this: There is nothing wrong with you. You are in good company. You are safe. You are not alone. You are strong. You must change only one thing: stop responding to the abuser. Don’t let him dictate the terms or frame the debate (he’ll win, not because he’s right, but because force works). Sure, we can build a better grassroots campaign, cultivate and raise up better leaders, reform the election system to make it failproof, stick to our message, learn from the strategy of the other side. But we absolutely must dispense with the notion that we are weak, godless, cowardly, disorganized, crazy, too liberal, naive, amoral, “loose”, irrelevant, outmoded, stupid and soon to be extinct. We have the mandate of the world to back us, and the legacy of oppressed people throughout history.

Even if you do everything right, they’ll hit you anyway. Look at the poor souls who voted for this nonsense. They are working for six dollars an hour if they are working at all, their children are dying overseas and suffering from lack of health care and a depleted environment and a shoddy education. And they don’t even know they are being hit.

I think he goes a little heavy-handed here, but it’s something to think about – particularly the part about not making concessions: about living your life anyway, even if you’re getting beaten over the head for it. That’s what strength and bravery is all about.

Some people call that arrogance and stupidity: until 56 million other people get up and stand next to you.

I am a good woman until somebody tries to lay a hand on me, until someone tries to push me away from the life I want to live so that I fit better into their conception of the way “things are supposed to be.” That’s when the gloves need to come off.

I’m not letting myself get pushed into the “way you’re supposed to be” box ever again. That’s the stuff miserable lives are made of.

Some Happy Thoughts

November 29, 2004

Here are some textbooks disclaimers for evolutionists and other miscreants (via Jed)

And all I have to say about the latest National Organization of Witches stir is: Buy yourself a T-shirt.

Also, there’s a very funny and terribly touching “How the Grinch Stole Marriage” ditty up over at Ex-gay watch, just in time for the holidays. Please read it.

More later.

I’m Back. Now, With Better Music

November 29, 2004

My favorite line from Thanksgiving:

“Careful what you say to her. She’ll be blogging about it on Sunday.”

My best response to the yearly “are you dating anyone?” question:

“No, I really like my life. I don’t want to bring in anyone else who’ll ruin it.” (this statement illicited much laughter from the widowed and divorced)

Favorite ironic moment:

Talking about my aunt’s gastic bypass surgery, my dad’s interest in getting gastric bypass surgery, and how much it sucks to be fat while surrounded by three tables worth of food for 20 people.

We could have fed a small village in Peru.

My favorite response to said moaning about weight:

“We’re the women built for populating the West.”

I also packed up a bunch of CDs and story materials that’d been lodging at my parents’ place for the last six years. So now I’ve got better music at work and more work to work on.

Here we go again.

Headin’ Down the Highway…

November 24, 2004

A jet plane, actually…

I’m outta here at noon today, heading out to the West Coast for holiday debauchery (I wish). Currently listening to Snow Patrol’s “Run” on repeat.

Packed up my plane books: The Origins of War, Zelazny’s The Hand of Oberon, Chris Hedges’s War is a Force that Gives Us Meaning, and Mary Renault’s The Persian Boy, which I’ve been savoring slowly, over many months, like a fine wine.

Ready to fly. I’m a nomad by nature, and I’ve gotten ancy this year – money troubles have prevented me from doing much traveling. I think it’ll be a good break before all hell breaks loose. I’ve got a shitstorm of stuff to take on once I get back.

Will be working on Jihad and Over Burning Cities on the plane. I’m like 80 pages short of where I should be – when having trouble, revert to old-fashioned yellow notepads. They can work wonders.

Will be blogging and checking e-mail sporadically – apparently, my parents’ computer crashed, so I’ll be trying to wrest e-mail privileges from my gamer-brother and his hip customized machine. If you’ve ever tried to part a gamer boy from his machine… yea, definately sporadic access.

Fuck Unity

November 24, 2004

Why didn’t we protest like this?

Oh. Yea. Cause we’re united.

Also, there’s a movie coming out that addresses the genocide in Rwanda in `94 – and the movie doesn’t look half bad. Check out the trailer. There’s a great book about the genocide here.

And, from the director of Hero, and starring Ziyi Zhang (who is just so incredibly cool) comes – “A feast of blood, passion, and silk brocade,” called House of Flying Daggers. You better bet I’ll be in line for this one.

Oh, the Humanity

November 23, 2004

It’s writers like these who make the rest of us look bad.

You know what the best part about being a bleeding-heart liberal is? As long as these nutty people don’t hurt anybody or try and pass legislation on my bedroom activities, I really don’t mind sharing the world with them. They’re wacky and insane, sure, but I don’t feel that they’ll physically harm me. If nothing else, I find them wildly entertaining.

The problem, I think, comes when they don’t believe in sharing the world with the likes of hippies like me. That’s when the shit starts to fly, and you get dems in black hoodies slashing people’s tires…

Try and put your hand on me, and I’ll lay you out. That’s the line.