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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
~Rumi

Saturday, May 26, 2012

when Voltaire was on his deathbed, the priests gathered around begging him to give up the Devil. Voltaire replied: "this is not a good time going around and making enemies."

Thursday, January 12, 2012

I heard Tavis Smiley and Cornel West talk yesterday on CNN (I was in the pre-op room, so CNN was the best of the worst options) and the only thing I could think of was: "when will the government classify them as 'domestic terrorists'. We have the law now....so broad it can encompass anyone who can be held indefinitely for any imaginary excuse." It's made me very sad that we came to this. "Yes We Can" was not supposed to mean that. It was not supposed to mean supporting big banks and let people starve, lose their homes and their jobs. And yet, by comparison, Obama is an angel. Which made me even more sad. Luckily, they put me under general anesthetic afterwards....:-)


The Poverty Tour

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Monday, December 12, 2011

“I think that corporations should be able to carry guns and get married.”
Stephen Colbert http://on.cc.com/ufuxuU

Sunday, December 4, 2011

House on the rock

Visited House On The Rock for the second time since living in Wisconsin.  Only this time it was not a brief visit and I had a better chance to absorb the atmosphere.  Here is the long story short: there was a sacred stone for the Native Americans called "Deer Shelter Rock", so this white guy goes: "I know, I'll build a house up there to spite Frank Lloyd Wright!  The house reminded me somewhat of La Sagrada Familia, with elements that nightmares are made of.  Instead of screaming monsters, lots of mechanical dolls, music machines, color saturated interiors and simulacrum of the old world.  The author of this architectural cacophony, Alex Jordan, obviously believed in the power of money over talent.  After two hours of room after room after room of claustrophobic redundancy, the plainness of Dodgeville (yes, very dodgy Dodgville) was akin to clearing my palate after too heavy a meal.