Try, Try to Wrap the Mind Around This.
Just Because the Muslims are engaged in terrorist tactics (and they are) doesn't mean that Russia isn't a totalitarian thug regime. (Same holds true for France, by the way.)
Showing posts with label nail on the head. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nail on the head. Show all posts
Monday, March 29, 2010
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Dad posted
something kind of sweet last night.
Loved him in his tight leather pants phase; love him even more nowadays. (Words in English; Traduction a venir, bien sur!)
something kind of sweet last night.
Loved him in his tight leather pants phase; love him even more nowadays. (Words in English; Traduction a venir, bien sur!)
Labels:
appreciation,
audiovisual,
beauty,
good stuff,
love,
music,
nail on the head
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Canaries in the Coal Mine.
When they give up, we're all gone.
When they give up, we're all gone.
Labels:
appreciation,
History,
middle east,
music,
nail on the head,
poetry,
politics,
public transportation
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Catharsis
and more catharsis.
Have been following both for some time, might as well put their links on my little sidebar of fame (for what it's worth).
and more catharsis.
Have been following both for some time, might as well put their links on my little sidebar of fame (for what it's worth).
Thursday, March 05, 2009
"Everything is Amazing Right Now, and Nobody's Happy."
We were howling at this today. I'm not that old, but I remember party lines (my grandparents had one until the early 80s) and relay operators. I remember physically having to go through a catalogue full of actual index cards in a library in order to do research. I remember coffee shop coffee *before* Starbucks. Heck, I remember when my blog was just a bit of scribbles in a notebook (pictures and video not included).
We are spoiled nowadays and I think sometimes that we're too dumb to realize it.
(Thanks, Anna!)
We were howling at this today. I'm not that old, but I remember party lines (my grandparents had one until the early 80s) and relay operators. I remember physically having to go through a catalogue full of actual index cards in a library in order to do research. I remember coffee shop coffee *before* Starbucks. Heck, I remember when my blog was just a bit of scribbles in a notebook (pictures and video not included).
We are spoiled nowadays and I think sometimes that we're too dumb to realize it.
(Thanks, Anna!)
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