I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. For Memorial Day, I present the 2006 Jones Beach Air Show: From My Dad.
Last month, Wisconsin voters did something that is routine in the United States but virtually unknown in the rest of the world: They elected a judge.
The vote came after a bitter $5 million campaign in which a small-town trial judge with thin credentials ran a television advertisement falsely suggesting that the only black justice on the state Supreme Court had helped free a black rapist. The challenger unseated the justice with 51 percent of the vote, and will join the court in August.
The election was unusually hard-fought, with caustic advertisements on both sides, many from independent groups.
Cue John Grisham.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. For Memorial Day, I present the 2006 Jones Beach Air Show: From My Dad.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. For Memorial Day, I present the 2006 Jones Beach Air Show: From My Dad.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. For Memorial Day, I present the 2006 Jones Beach Air Show: From My Dad.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. For Memorial Day, I present the 2006 Jones Beach Air Show: From My Dad.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. For Memorial Day, I present the 2006 Jones Beach Air Show: From My Dad.
Found in my electronic chapbook.
Relating the causes of block: … there was a time when eating was a strange and sometimes alarming process of taking alien material from the outer world into an equally mysterious body. Bringing products forth from that body, and casting them into the outer world of limitless space, was no less frightening. The process of creating a book is not so different. p. 147
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. For Memorial Day, I present the 2006 Jones Beach Air Show: From My Dad.
I’m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today’s item is Martha’s Daughters.
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
Tech support: What anti-virus program do you use?
Customer: Netscape.
Tech support: That’s not an anti-virus program.
Customer: Oh, sorry…Internet Explorer.
Found in my electronic chapbook.
Cycles of productivity: There are worse things in life than being unhappy. p. 129
From The Midnight Disease: The Drive to Write, Writer”s Block and the Creative Brain by Alice W. Flaherty.
Today, 25 May, is Towel Day. What is Towel Day, you might rightly ask? Well it’s a day for all of us to remember the literary genius of Douglas Adams who gave us the answer to Life, The Universe, Everything. (And no, I’m not going to tell you, if you don’t know you probably need to read the directions on a box of tooth picks.
But why a towel? Because, as the Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy informs us:
A towel, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value:
you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta;
you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours;
you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon;
use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth;
wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat;
wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal,
it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous);
you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course
dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc.
Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth f the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
For more Adam’s goodness, take a look at this four-part trilogy of interviews: part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4.
Thank you Douglas.
French peasants stormed the Bastille and later the palace at Versailles for bread. The workers marched on the winter palace in St. Petersburg because they were hungry. In the wake of Cyclone Nargis, will the monks of Myanmar lead marches to open the storehouses of rice and tear down the general’s magic city?
From the BBC:
The Burma cyclone is unlike any disaster I have covered. It starts at the international airport in Rangoon. Usually, after a few days, an air bridge has been established and the skies are crowded with helicopters and military transport planes. In Rangoon on Friday, there were just two transport planes.
You could fly in and not have the slightest clue there was a crisis. After a few days of chaos, the Burmese authorities began to erect road blocks. They were there to keep foreigners from seeing the delta. As the days have passed, the restrictions have only tightened.
Even leaving Rangoon on the road south has become difficult. Continue Reading »
I’m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today’s item is The Diane Rehm Show: Social Networking.
I know that I must have watched every episode of Batman on television, but I don’t remember a single one of these cameos. But hey, I was only 12. My mind was elsewhere.
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