A moving lecture from Indian writer Arundhati Roy: (from Democracy Now
I bought a lemon zester to spice up my oatmeal in the morning – read a recipe in a men’s fitness magazine about adding orange zest to oatmeal to give it a little citrus kick. I haven’t been this excited since I got the tuna press. I was gleefully zesting my orange this morning and boiling the water to cook my wild oats with the nutmeg, cinnamon and cloves alreay sprinkled in.
I zested myself.
My hand slipped and I presume a nice strip of Andy is cooking in my oats as I write this.
I haven’t sat along in my apartment giggling like this in a long time.
I can’t wait to tell Karen and Brigitte.
Updated the entry for my hometown on Wikipedia.org – my stuff is the External Links and the History. Go Big Red!
I’m on the second DVD of Taken, the Steven Spielberg-produced miniseries that was on the Sci-Fi channel a few seasons ago. It’s really not that great. There’s just not enough icky-alien stuff going on. The entire cast is a white-wash – its like a Norman Rockwell painting. Everybody’s clean-cut and fresh-faced. The men are solemn, the women suffer and all the kids fell out of a Gap ad. It’s also really really soapy. I guess that’s what I don’t like. It’s too much of a real miniseries. I want more X-Files. I want more dark rooms with things about to eat me. I’ll post udpates here as I work my way through the series. Not enough suspense.
Spielberg is more of a brand here in this show – much like all of the ‘Executive Produced by…’ stuff that he schlepped in the 1980s – like Amazing Stories or Batteries Not Included. The real heavy lifting is from Leslie Bohem who’s filmography includes Nightmare on Elm Street 5 all the way to Dante’s Peak. His dad evidently helped in the connections department.
Finally! A surgery scene – thank God for some blood and gore and alien nanobots.
Cold blooded violence against spouses. Nice trauma.
Andy: am I immature that I’m giggling because they just used the words
‘fudge factor’ in this meeting I’m on right now?
My Sisters Beau: definitely
Andy: I guess it’s better than saying ‘guesstimate’
My Sisters Beau: hey try to use fudge packer somehow
My Sisters Beau: or SWAG
Andy: yeah – I either picture barebacking or the Keebler elves
My Sisters Beau: lol
The Bush administration has found a simple solution: It has ended the public dissemination of such images by banning news coverage and photography of dead soldiers’ homecomings on all military bases.
Sometimes nuns kick ass:
There are children hungry, children sick and dying
There are mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers crying
They?re only pawns in your play of power and corruption.
Slowly starve them, your new weapons of mass destruction.
And prove to me America, that you care
And prove to me America that you?re aware
Who?s dying for your freedom in this land
Who pays the cost for the liberties you demand.
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M SCREAMING AT YOU.