Meet 10 Conditions Before War
The above title headlined a piece in Albany's Times Union newspaper yesterday, written by a male U.S. citizen, 61 years old, whose adulthood stands framed by two tragic wars carried out under the banner of stars and stripes unfurled. Thanks to non-blogger myrln for emailing me about it.
The author of the piece, Brian O'Shaughnessy of Troy New York, states:
As a person of faith, I have consistently applied the Just War Theory to our country's war deliberations. Dating back to St. Augustine, this theory reflects the Gospel presumption against violence and establishes numerous conditions as a firewall to war. All of its conditions have to be met before the expected violence can be morally justified. They include using all nonviolent means to settle a conflict before resorting to violent ones. Also, the good to be achieved must outweigh the probable costs and damages.
While the entire piece is worth reading, at some point it will disappear from the paper's internet archives, so I quote here (and urge all my readers to widely share) the author's suggestions for conditions that should be met before we wage any more wars:
★ 1. The sons, daughters and grandchildren of all members of Congress and the executive branch, between the ages of 18 and 30, shall be drafted into the Army, Navy, Marines or Air Force for the duration of the war.
★ 2. Professional football and baseball and hockey and basketball shall be suspended for the duration. NASCAR, too.
★ 3. All rabbis, all imams, all pastors and other religious leaders shall fast from solid food from dawn to dusk for three days a week for the duration of the war.
★ 4. A 3 percent tax on the income of America's richest families and a 50 percent tax on bonuses given on Wall Street shall fund the war. This year, one company alone, Goldman Sachs, will lavish more than $16.5 billion in end-of-year bonuses on its employees.
★ 5. The casket of each soldier killed shall be returned to the United States and brought to the Capitol Rotunda for a 24-hour vigil and tribute -- following permission of grieving family members.
★ 6. All soap operas, on cable and network television, shall be suspended for the duration of the war.
★ 7. All golf courses shall be closed following confirmation of the first casualty.
★ 8. All cats and dogs of U.S. citizens shall be quarantined for the duration of the war.
★ 9. The commander in chief shall not take a vacation during the duration of the war.
★ 10. American classics such as Mark Twain's "The War Prayer" shall be taught in schools and read in houses of worship during the duration.
While I don't understand how #8 will help, and I'm not crazy about #6, I can certainly wholeheartedly support the rest.
A new year. A new start. A new hope.
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a little holiday envy (just a little)
I've lived here for a year, but, until today, I only had met one neighbor -- and the only reason I ever met her was because I would pass her taking her baby for a walk while I make my occasional effort to get some walking exercise myself.
So, when we found an invitation in our mailbox inviting us to a holiday gathering at a new neighbor's just diagonally across the road, we accepted. We even took my mother along. (Actually, I wanted to go by myself for a while but I was outvoted.) The gathering was in a house that I pass each time I'm out walking. It rests at the base of the mountain, and it has a three-car garage. I've always wondered what it looks like inside.
Here's where the envy comes in.
The living room, dining room, and kitchen are one big area, and the kitchen area is huge, the cabinetry distressed white. But, almost best of all, the living room is all glass-walled, open to a breathtaking view of the tree-lined mountainside. And, even better than that, the living room has cathedral skylights across which the top of the cliffs stretch in craggy granite splendor.
The young family who own it actually live in New York City and comes up here on weekends. They have fascinating jobs, a new baby, and an amazingly well-behaved toddler. Most of the people there were also weekenders. One of these weekend famiies owns a farm on the other side of the mountain, where they keep llamas and chickens and other assorted small animals. I couldn't help feel a little envy for their lives, their casual wealth.
Oh, there were some of my year-round neighbors, too, and I made a point of going over and introducing myself. While it was a pleasant couple of hours, I resented a little that I had to spend more time "mommy-sitting" than I spent socializing.
But my satisfaction from meeting and getting to know my immediate neighbors overrides my envy. It's going to feel good to wave to them as they drive by or if we happen to meet up on their occasional walks as well. And, who knows, maybe someday I'll be invited to another party. If that happens, I'm going to insist on going alone.
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Tag! I'm it!
The delicious Jeremy Outerbridge has tagged me in the current blogtag game of "Tell five things about you that no one knows."
It just doesn't seem fair that Jeneane opted out of her tag. I know that her blog is one of the most truthful out there, but, c'mon Jeneane. There must be something you're still hiding.
In the spirit of RageBoy's and Kat Herding's lists, here are mine. Are they all true? Heh. What do you think?
1. For several years while in grade school, I was the young virgin who led the procession and who carried the crown that went on the Virgin Mary's head each month of May.
2. I was a virgin until I was twenty years old.
3. I have a passion for RageBoy.
4. I used to play the guitar and my favorite song was "Oh Lonesome Me."
5. I have never indulged in any illegal substance.
All right.
Now I tag these good bloggers:
1. Roxanne
2. Betsy Devine
3. Doug Alder
4. Elayne Riggs
5. Stu Savory
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the day after
My father wore a ring on the pinky of his left hand -- a star sapphire set in white gold. The word for him in his time was "dapper." Today is the 22nd anniversary of his death. The Christmas holiday has often been a trial for this family.
Surprisingly, this Christmas was not so bad. There were no arguments. My brother even did the dishes. My mother said it was the best Christmas she's had in years. She's right.
This afternoon, she sat at her organ and played Christmas Carols. Then, I sat her in front of my computer screen and linked over from Jack Bogdanski's blog in Portland, OR, to a video of the St. Stanislaus choir in that city doing a program of Polish Koledy. She watched, teary-eyed, remembering how her brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and cousins would get together every Christmas Eve and sing those same songs. They had beautiful voices and knew how to harmonize. My generation of cousins would gather around and listen. I still remember many of those Polish lyrics.
My mother misses the big family that all used to live within a five-block area where I grew up. Now, there are very few left in her generation, and those of my generation have scattered. We spent much of the day today calling all over the state -- and even out-of-state -- so that she could wish what relatives there are a Merry Christmas.
I miss my kids a lot --b!X across the country there in Portland, my daughter and her family in Massachusetts. It just doesn't seem right not to have been with them all this holiday.
Who knows what will happen in the next year. Maybe next Christmas will be the best yet.
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she sweeps on Christmas Eve
No, that's not a typo. I really mean "sweeps" not "sleeps" (although she is doing that now).
When I finally got up this morning and went to see what my mother was up to, I found her standing over a pile of stuff she had swept up from the floors and rugs. She didn't know what to do next -- couldn't remember where the dust pan was.
She likes to sweep because she remembers how to do that and seems to need to do things with her hands. This afternoon she had a couple of rubber bands on her wrists and kept putting them off and on, in between which she wound them around her fingers. I wish I could think of something I could give her to do, but the options are infinitesimal -- given the limits of what she is able to do combined with what she is willing to do.
For supper I will go through the Christmas Eve food rituals -- a meatless meal of soup made from dried imported-from-Poland mushrooms. and also pierogi, which I bought at Shop Rite. My mother used to make the best pierogi I've eve tasted. She had it down it a science. Although she can't make them anymore, I probably could. But I just didn't have the energy this year. Maybe next.
Manana.
Merry Manana.
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in good company
Over at Blogher, Ronni Bennet (of Time Goes By) highlights eight women bloggers in her piece on "Some Elder Women of the Blogosphere."
And I'm one of them, in extremely good company.
I recently had my fifth year anniversary as a blogger. I used to say that I was the longest-blogging female elderblogger over 65 out there. That might or might not be true; it's impossible to know for sure.
According to Ronni's post:
In July of 2006, The Pew Internet & American Life Project published a survey of bloggers titled, A Portrait of the Internet’s New Storytellers [pdf] that is packed with facts and figures.
Fifty-four percent of bloggers are under age 30, reported Pew, and 14 percent are between the ages of 50 and 64. Just a tiny two percent are 65 and older.
But our numbers are growing. When I started my blog about aging late in 2003, I could find only about a dozen other bloggers older than 50. Nowadays, I can barely keep my Elderbloggers blogroll current; I find new ones every day.
Well, with only two percent over 65, I just might be the oldest-longest-blogging women blogger.
But that's not as important as being included in Ronni's list and having her write such good things about Kalilily Time.
Hooray for me!
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button, button, who's got....
As I was posting about the Wicker Man movies last night, I was remembering the buttons I have stashed somewhere that I picked up at various feminist rallies. My favorite was always this one:
I did a little googling to see if others collected those old 70s buttons. I couldn't find that particular one, but there sure are others that I remember wearing
Given where I am in my life now, these two are now my favorites:
Time certainly does go by.
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the anti-woman new Wicker Man
I saw the original Wicker Man in the mid-seventies. It was by far the most gut-clenching film I've ever seen. From here::
The Wicker Man is a cult 1973 British film combining thriller, horror and musical, directed by Robin Hardy and written by Anthony Shaffer. The film stars Edward Woodward, Christopher Lee, Diane Cilento, Ingrid Pitt and Britt Ekland. Paul Giovanni composed the soundtrack, a recording cited as a major influence on neofolk and psych folk artists.
The original Wicker Man film focused on an island population of pagans that included both men and women -- all of whom were engaged in determining what was to befall the "hero." I remember that the film was steeped in a ancient eroticism as the members of that island population struggled to find their balance between all of those natural forces of opposites.
The new Wicker Man is devoid of male-female tension and eroticism of any kind; the pagan population is totally female (except for a few drones). The new version attributes only to women the chthonic spirit that the original movie rightly attributed to all people who followed the pagan ways. The unspoken message to us in these times is "watch out when those women take over" especially those females who find personal strength in the mythic histories of their gender. They are dangerous. They will destroy you.
The primal darkness in all of us is a powerful and dangerous force. The original Wicker Man captured that terrifying power. The new Wicker Man is a weakened and distorted version of what was once a truly horrifying tale.
(Side note: The star of the original Wicker Man was Edward Woodward. In the new version, the name of the "hero" is Edward Woodward.)
I don't know if you can rent the 1970s Wicker Man, but you can buy it here.
It's worth the price.
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My Christmas Card to the World
That's my 90 year old mom, doing a hell of a lot better than I am.
Merry Christmas, anyway.
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Harper's Harper's Tuesday Tuesday
It's two for one Tuesday, since i missed last week. What follows are some news tidbits that you might not have heard about. Aw, c'mon, you know that your inquiring mind wants to know. You can check out the validity of these items by linking to their sources from last week's review or this week's.
★ A Christmas party in Dublin was canceled after Gus, a camel starring in Santa's Magical Animal Kingdom Show, got drunk on Guinness and ate all the mince pies. A 43-foot-tall Swedish straw Christmas goat was doused with flame-retardant chemicals so that only its hooves could be burned, and a mother in South Carolina had her son arrested for playing with his Christmas present early.
★ The invention of rap was traced back to Muhammad Ali.
★ Several U.S. cities were complaining that they had too many churches, and a man in Tampa was selling his soul on the Internet.
★ A plane bound for Texas made an emergency landing after a female passenger lit matches to mask the odor of her fart.
★ NASA announced that by 2024 it would open a space camp for astronauts at the south pole of the moon, and astronomers watched a giant black hole eat an entire star.
★ A study found that standard-sized condoms were too large for the men of India. The National Institutes of Health said that circumcision is an effective method to limit heterosexual transmission of HIV, but Kevin De Cock, HIV/AIDS director of the World Health Organization, warned that circumcision was "not a magic bullet."
★ A hunter in Wisconsin shot a seven-legged deer, and a Texas lawmaker introduced legislation that would allow the blind to participate in "the fun of hunting."
★ British geneticists investigating the case of a 10-year-old Pakistani boy who could walk on burning coals announced that they had discovered a gene that influences the perception of pain. They could not examine the boy directly because he had died after leaping off a roof to impress his friends.
★ The baiji, a species of blind white dolphin extant for 20 million years, was declared extinct, and two dolphins who had swallowed toxic plastic were saved by the world's tallest man, who used his long arms to retrieve shards from their stomachs.
★ Former dictator Mengistu Haile Mariam, who is said to have strangled Emperor Haile Selassie with his bare hands and buried him under a toilet, was convicted of genocide by an Ethiopian court.
★ Seattle-Tacoma International Airport removed fourteen Christmas trees after a local rabbi threatened a lawsuit if officials did not add an eight-foot menorah to the arrangement,
★ An international war crimes court sentenced a Rwandan Roman Catholic priest to 15 years in prison for ordering his church crushed by bulldozers while 2,000 ethnic Tutsi remained inside.
The last three tidbits are so symptomatic of why organized religion is the scourge of humanity.
Now, as far as this next bit is concerned, I hope Iran watched 60 Minutes on Sunday as the long-secreted archives of the Nazi concentration camps were revealed. The Nazi's extermination camps took the lives of 17 million individuals. 6 million of those were Jews ; that leaves 11 million "others" -- gypsies, homosexuals, the "politically incorrect" intellectuals, and all those who might cause trouble. Nevertheless,
★ Iran held a conference to examine whether the Holocaust happened.
Finally, it seems appropriate to end with this little bit, which Harper's aptly combined into one sentence.
★ Police and firefighters on Long Island rescued a veteran who had walled himself in with a seven-foot-high pile of fecal matter and other debris, and Representative Charles Rangel (D., N.Y.) said President Bush was in "deep shit."
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death birds
a gang of blackbirds by the side of the road, huddling around some
glimpse of camel colored fur, patches of white
too big to be a dog
another deer
roadkill
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I'm only pretty logical
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You Are Pretty Logical
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You're a bit of a wizard when it comes to logic
While you don't have perfect logic, you logic is pretty darn good
Keep at it - you've got a lot of natural talent in this area!
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it's not beginning to look at all like Christmas
It was 57 degrees here yesterday. Today it was a few degrees cooler. And it was cloudy. But it sure doesn't feel like winter -- you know, that kind of winter when the sun shines so bright off new snow that you have to go back in the house and put on those old-lady wrap-around sunglasses.
As we drove into Poughkeepsie today to look for shoes for my mother -- of course we couldn't find any that fit her and she's totally pissed at me for getting rid of the shoes that have gotten too tight for her bunion and hammertoe -- I wished I had my camera with me to catch the stretch of haystrewn acreage that included what looked like a "goose farm" and a "pumpkin graveyard." I don't know if these geese stay here all winter or if they just haven't bothered to leave yet because it's been so warm. But, in any event, they were lined up and down what had been a summer cornfield, heads bobbing for whatever was caught in the hay.
A while back, my local newspaper had an article about how smart the birds are around here. They no longer bother flying south because everyone out this way has birdfeeders. We have several. And those canny creatures clean us out every other day.
If you're female and over 60 and are looking for a good movie to rent, go and get Mrs. Palfrey at the Clermont. Joan Plowright is her usual exquisite older female character. And Rupert Friend is delicious.
For Christmas, I sent sonb!X the only tangible permanent result of this past year of my life: a bedspread-sized "crochet on the double" item that started out as an afghan but somehow got away from me. I was making the pattern up as I went along, which I often tend to do, not always with usable results. Oh well, I figure that he can use it as his futon cover/blanket. It's cotton yarn, it stretches, and it's washable. It was so heavy that the cost of sending it was almost as much as the cost of the yarn. (No, not really; that's an exaggeration.)
Here's a photo of it spread over an extra-long couch.
This is my first post in several days. I have been annoyed at myself for being annoyed at my mother for never wanting to leave my side. It makes it impossible for me to take care of my own living space. It's so dusty that I wake up with a headache every morning.
And the other day I went over to By Bea's Bedside blog, and discovered that Bea had died. The blog was written by her daughter, who eloquently and lovingly chronicled her mother's last months of life.
And I've been checking in at Jeneane's, who, I'm sure, will come through into the Christmas season with the same strength and humor that seem to be her hallmarks. Her daughter, Jenna, I have found out by emailing her, has come through her surgery and is doing fine. Here's to a healthier year, Jeneane.
We spent last Christmas in the hospital's ICU watching as the staff totally mishandled my mother's condition.
This Christmas HAS to be better than last, although around here, that's not saying much.
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gotta give it to those Big Damned Super Heroes
I've written about the Firefly/Serenity fan phenomeon before. Never having been an official fan of anyone or anything (I was married with a child when the Beatles hit town -- although I do still play their music), I've never been caught up in the shared excitement of fandom. But I can understand the attraction, the compulsion. I have, after all, been a part of large-scale political protests. The comaraderie, I imagine, is pretty similar.
It can be pretty amazing to be a part of a world-wide bunch of individuals all of whom share an uplifting passion for the same combination of creativity, individualism, anti-establishmentariansm (if that's even a word), and vicarious adventure (not necessarily in that order).
So, it's been so very satisfying to watch as a fan convention, organized by supposedly professional organizers, falls through 24 hours before it's scheduled to begin, and the fans themselves pool their various resources to put together a "backup bash" that has become even better because many of the performers and other creative staff involved in that Firefly/Serenity film phenomenon showed up without being paid for doing so.
The super artists who portrayed the brilliant super characters that did so much to make the tv show and movie so spectaculary original, and who showed up for their fans (although I'm sure they'd have liked some honorarium as well) deserve all the credit they can possibly get. As actors, they are charismatic; as human beings, they are, indeed, super.
And just imagine if those "fan"atic Browncoats, who rescued an event that brought in fellow fans from as far away as Australia and Great Britain, could be motivated to feel that passionately about rescuing an America in dire need of the kinds of passionate yet pragmatic visionaries who are the focus of what the fans call the 'verse -- the universe that gave birth to the crew of the Serenity.
We surely do need some big damned super heroes in this universe as well.
Meanwhile, those who can, at that Serenity fan festival in Burbank, are blogging and posting photos like crazy. Seems to me that this phenomenon is a hell of a lot more interesting "Entertainment" news than the other sappy stuff Keith Olbermann highlights on his Countdown show. What about it, Keith?
ADDENDUM: AND THE BASH GOES ON
Cnet reports: 'Firefly' fans resurrect canceled convention
And on Whedonesque.com, where there are 71 comments already:
On the back of the canceled Flanvention, the Browncoats headed to Claire Kramer's restraunt La Cantina in West Hollywood last night, and were joined by Nathan Fillion, Ron Glass, Morena Baccarin, Michael Fairman (Niska), Mark Sheppard (Badger), Jonathan Woodward (Tracey), Yan Feldman (Mingo and/or Fanty [Mingo -ed.]), Christina Hendricks (YoSafBridge), Claire (Glory), James Leary (Buffy - Clem), Camden Toy (Buffy - all sorts), Michael Muhney (VM) and Greg Edmonson (Firefly score). This has an awesome scale of 11 out of 10.
A phone report from b!X, who is right there in the middle of things, said:
Now, there's this actress (Claire Kramer) who played in Buffy who owns a restaurant in Hollywood that wasn't scheduled to open for another 2 weeks, still under construction work. A "Firefly" actor goes to her and says they have to do something for the flans' dinner. She goes to the contractor building the deck out back and tells him he's got to finish it cuz they're opening that night for a special party. So here's this brand new restaurant in Hollywood opening, and people wondering what's going on and not able to get in cuz the only ones who can are the flans with their special id bracelets. For FREE food. Only had to buy drinks.
One of the commenters on the Whedonesque post explains the fans' passion for the Joss Whedon-created 'verse very aptly with:
So why did the actors, the writers, production staff, and the California Browncoats show up and work so hard? The cancellation wasn't their fault; they were not accountable for the harm done.
But it was the right and decent thing to do. So that's what they did. Sounds simple, but that sense of responsibility to give support and assistance when you can is remarkable and should be recognized.
I've decided it can't be a coincidence that so many good people are associated in some way with the Whedon-verse. Maybe we're all attracted to a universe where doing the right thing is the only way things are done.
And another commenter quotes another Joss Whedon character:
As Angel once said "We live as though the world was as it should be, to show it what it can be."
What would happen if we all did??
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warning to The West Side Group
By now, most of us recognize those "Nigerian" emails offering a quick way to make a buck, as scams. Well, obviously not as many as one would think, since tonight's 20/20 did a nice job of outing some of those scammers and interviewing some of the scammees, including one congressman and one heart specialist.
So, tonight, when I got the following scam email, I decided to try to figure out from whence it really came. Here's the email text:
Dear Amazon® member,
We are contacting you to inform you that our Account Review Team identified some unusual activity in your account. In accordance with Amazon's User Agreement and to ensure that your account has not been compromised, access to your account was limited. Your account access will remain limited until this issue has been resolved. To secure your account and quickly restore full access, we may require some additional information from you for the following reason: We have been notified that a card associated with your account has been reported as lost or stolen, or that there were additional problems with your card.
This process is mandatory, and if not completed within the nearest time your account or credit card may be subject for temporary suspension.
To securely confirm your Amazon information please click on the link bellow:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/subs/primeclub/account/homepage.html/ref
=ya_hp_sub_1/104-4436503-7329515?ie=UTF8&method=GET
We encourage you to log in and perform the steps necessary to restore your account access as soon as possible. Allowing your account access to remain limited for an extended period of time may result in further limitations on the use of your account and possible account closure.
For more information about how to protect your account please visit Amazon Security Center. We apologize for any incovenience this may cause, and we apriciate your assistance in helping us to maintain the integrity of the entire Amazon system.
Thank you for using Amazon!
Of course, my Norton anti-spam caught the little bugger, and the misspelling of "appreciate" was a good indication of its invalidity anyway. But, as I said, I thought, just for fun, I'd see where there phony Amazon link really went to. (The latest Internet Explorer, which has a phishing filter, caught it too.)
Where it went to was here:
http://thewestsidegroup.com/www.amazon.com/flex/sign-out.html/
2Fhomepage&protocol=httpsaction=sign-out/exec.php?cmd=sign-in
Now, "thewestsidegroup.com" seemed like a legit URL, so I opened a new window, typed it in, and sure enough. There is legitimate automobile company called The West Side Group.
I'm no tech wizard but it seems to me that someone has either hacked into that company's server or one of their own employees is using it as a base of operations.
So, I forwarded the email I got to the West Side Group, along with the URL to which the phony one actually goes. I don't know whether it will do any good, but if they can rid the world of one more scammer, the better off this world will be.
Elaine of Kalilily: scourge of the scammers.
Speaking of scammers, not all operate solely online. At this very moment b!X is in Burbank at what was supposed to be a convention of Firefly/Serenity fans (Big Damned Flanvention) organized by something called Booster Events. With the convention sold out, tickets for meals and special events paid, and fans flying in from around the country and some even from Europe, Booster Events cancelled the convention "due to unforseen circumstances" the day before. Of course, most of the convention goers were already there. From what I see on b!X blog, the California Browncoats have organized a "backup bash" and making the best of what seems to me to a Booster Event scam. .
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Another Harper's Tuesday
Even with the civil (or not civil) war still going on in the Irag, the dispute among pundits about that issue, and the other inanities and insanities spinning this planet toward even more political disasters, Harper's Weekly Review managed to ferret out the bits you might have missed.
- a federal judge ruled that American paper currency discriminates against blind people
- Barry Diller, at one time the highest paid CEO in the world, said corporate compensation consultants should be "flushed into the East River"
- a yearlong rash of nut robberies" ended when police recovered 136,000 pounds of stolen nuts with a street value of $400,000 from a warehouse in Sacramento
- the Department of Health and Human Services refused to ensure that its reports on abstinence for young people were factually and scientifically accurate
- the Center for the Digital Future announced that the average Internet user will make 4.6 "virtual pals" this year
- experts warned people with pacemakers that refrigerator magnets "can be a killer"
- a herd of domesticated pigs attacked and ate a three-year-old boy in Delhi, India
- scientists said that humpback whales may be every bit as intelligent as humans, dolphins, and great apes, and that women speak three times as much as men
- Danny Devito called the president a "numbnuts."
You can read it all, with links, at http://www.harpers.org/WeeklyReview2006-12-05.html
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my affair with Netgear
I broke it off. Twice. And I paid for it. Twice. After all, it was my fault. I didn't pay close enough attention. I caused the damage. I couldn't blame Netgear. I was insensitively careless.
But those damned wireless cards stick out too far. Yup. I managed to break off the ends of two of them. The upgraded one I bought the second time around got stuck in the slot. My brother had to open the back of my laptop to get it out.
I'm on my third try now. I bought a Netgear wireless USB device that also came with an attachment wire so that I don't have to have the thing sticking out the other end of the laptop. Only I got it from e-bay and, too late, found out it didn't come with the installation disk. Four hours later, after finally dowloading the driver software into a Flash Drive, I managed to get the thing to connect.
I'm looking forward to a long happy wifi relationship this time. I'm going to be really careful. Pamper the little guy. I need him.
My next challenging relationship is going to be with getting a Bluetooth wireless headset to work on the Skype I have loaded into the laptop. I've already tried three different ways to connect it all on my desktop. Alas! I'm out of my depth on that one. But I will keep trying. Heh. If I every succeed, it will be another affair to remember.
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I am the moon.
When I drive up the driveway on my way home from grocery shopping, it's already dark. An almost-full moon beams through the strips of bare tree trunks. I don't sleep well when the moon is in its full phase.
So I tool around TheGoodBlogs -- the ones that come up in the list in my sidebar. See that box if you scroll down, the one called "The Good Blogs"? That list changes every time you come to Kalilily Time. And, if you click on that little curved arrow, you'll get even more blog post titles. Even mine come up every once in a while.
Tonight I saw one that said "Earth Mother." So I linked over.
And from there I linked to here and found out that I am the Moon.
You are The Moon
Hope, expectation, Bright promises.
The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.
The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
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kidding Kat
The first time I saw it over at Jeneane's, I thought it might be for real. A very big "might." No one that young and photo-fresh-faced could be that clever. No one, even that clever, could make such a quick mark on the blogosphere.
Between almost-Tornados and internet outages and other such distasteful events, I didn't have a chance to follow up my investigation until late today. It didn't take much time to pick up on the clues, especially since I'm well acquainted with the clever minds behind the well-crafted virtual world of Kat Herding media and marketing.
It's not really satire, despite what some might think.
It's the ultimate put-on. Realer than real. Layered like Locke. Styled like Sessum.
Nice going, you two. It's about time.
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