A while back someone on The Well chastised me for listing Michelle Malkin on my blogroll. He was even more incensed that Malkin was listed first. He said that was like placing the her "above the fold."
I responded that I read Malkin out of a perverse sense of duty - after all, I strongly disagree with her rants about 90 percent of the time.
Today's rant touched a nerve. Now, just because my nerves are touched doesn't mean that we ought to go and bomb hell out of Iran, no matter what the pretext. If we did bomb Iran, wouldn't we be killing some, or many, of those very same victims of that country's insane societal policies?
So, Michelle, I thank you for the eye-opener. And I agree with you that the mass media does need, in fact, is obligated to publish these photos. Let the world's condemnation help stop the madness in Iran.
Update - The honeymoon's over, Michelle. Already?
MM decides to blast MM (interesting, that) over the film "Sicko." What's the best she can do?
"Wanted to let you know about a new company that is launching tomorrow that mixes the technological with the educational. Education.com is unveiling a comprehensive, one-stop online destination that helps parents play a more active role in their children’s educational success."
But the problem with readers, the idea we’re given of reading is that the model of a reader is the person watching a film, or watching television. So the greatest principle is, “I should sit here and I should be entertained.” And the more classical model, which has been completely taken away, is the idea of a reader as an amateur musician. An amateur musician who sits at the piano, has a piece of music, which is the work, made by somebody they don’t know, who they probably couldn’t comprehend entirely, and they have to use their skills to play this piece of music. The greater the skill, the greater the gift that you give the artist and that the artist gives you. That’s the incredibly unfashionable idea of reading. And yet when you practice reading, and you work at a text, it can only give you what you put into it. It’s an old moral, but it’s completely true.
I was talking with Little Coches yesterday when revelers from the 2007 Southern New Mexico Pride Parade and Picnic festivities marched through the downtown farmers market.
"I'm just old fashioned," she humphed. "I believe a man is a man and a woman is a woman. I don't like it when people try to ram something down my throat."
Little Coches and Thomas are still homeless. She hasn't sold many items. I'm probably her best customer. I bought a purple bracelet for a project I started Thursday. I also bought a one dollar pendant which caught my eye. I gave her two dollars for the two smokes I bummed in the past.
"Bring me some catnip Wednesday? A lady is asking for it." I promised I'd drop off a load before school.
I walked around the market looking for a representation of my snakey little guest. (See post below). I found some snakes, but none to my liking. I did find an interesting jade pendant which looked sort of snakey. Larry Mikrut, of Larry Singing Heart Creations, said it's from New Zealand and symbolizes the eternal continuity of life. Or something. I bought it.
I drove over to Pioneer Park where the gay pride festival was underway. I found my snake among the glassworks of Anton Bodor. I spoke with Vinnie Donnadio, who told me that Daniel Trillie died in April. Daniel created amazing jewelry in collaboration with Anton, he said.
A couple days ago, as I came out of meditation, I saw a smooth round piece of wood in my right hand. When I walked up to J.J. Jaworski's display of functional and decorative woodturnings, I spotted the exact piece I'd seen in my hand. I bought it. (I'd give you J.J.'s e-mail address, but the card he gave me has a punch mark in the middle of the address, making it unreadable.)
Since I was in the buying mood, I picked up a bar of sandlewood soap (for yet another project) from Blue Feather Soaps.
I drove out to White Raven Studios for the first annual Taste of Las Cruces Gala. I shot 59 pix and published 17 of them.
Update - Something strange and beautiful just happened. (I noted the time as approximately 1:45 a.m.)
I had just finished posting my review of Noni Juice (should appear in a day or so), and was walking into the kitchen. As I entered, a flash of very bright light struck my eyes. I took another step and noticed Artis (one of three little people in cat suits) was playing with an elongated dust ball on the tile floor. Wait. That ain't no dust ball. That's a... a snake!
Someone once said that everything has a beginning, a middle and an end. But not necessarily in that order. I now quote from the June 6 entry in my dream journal (this was actually a waking event but I felt it deserved to be entered here). I rescue a snake from drowning in my swimming pool. I place him in my garden.
On that June 6 morning I noticed a small snake "swimming" in my pool. (I should note the pool has only a couple of feet of brown soupy water in it. I've seen frogs in there, and, of course, many insects.) I figured this was a water snake of some kind. However, when I looked down about five minutes later, after doing some garden cleanup, I observed the snake was barely moving. The upper half of its body was underwater. The snake, I figured, was maybe a minute away from drowning.
I grabbed the long pole with the net and fished him out. He lay unmoving in the net. I blew on him. He moved. I told him I was glad I rescued him, and I placed him in the garden.
Interlude - Before I continue, I must inform you that I spent some time this morning exploring the rest of Renna Shesso's website. The majority of my time was spent reading and reflecting on soul retrieval. This, as is everything else in life, is part of the grand connecting web.) End Interlude
I again quote from my dream journal - 6/16/07 Waking life 1:45 a.m. (See 6/6/07) - I walk into my kitchen from computer room. Artis is "playing" (toying) with a snake, about eight inches long, creamy white in color, black match tip of a head. Certainly not poisonous. I coax him into a glass. thank him for visiting me, take him outside, and release him to the garden of parsley. What shall I name him?
When I walked into the darkness, flashlight illuminating the way to the garden, I saw another flash of light to the northeast - the air was heavy with the portent of rain. I looked once more at the snake resting in the glass. Again I thanked him for visiting. I told him he'd be much better off in my garden. I lowered him into the parsley and watched as he disappeared beneath the dark green foliage.
As a young man, I had numerous dreams of snakes. Every single dream was frightening. I finally decided to "do something" about it. I entered into my dream journal a "waking dream" wherein I "killed" the snake. By this I mean I drew a picture of a large snake which I then proceeded to "kill", using a red marker for blood. Strangely enough, it was just a day or so later when I came across an article that informed me that snakes are not necessarily "evil" when they appear in dream life - they may also stand for knowledge and/or wisdom. I immediately regretted kiling my dream snake. (I was younger then, and very ignorant.)
This morning's snake appeared identical to the one I rescued. I shall see if I can find a picture of him, which I will post here.
I'm getting the germ of an idea of how I will use my snake as part of a project which I initiated last Thursday.
I'm grateful to Lakewood for their Noni Juice. But I'm mystified as to why the change in serving size. First, let me tell you why I like the product.
In the fall of last year I was, inadvertently, causing heart palpitations due to the fact that I was doing shoulder stands as part of my Yoga routine. I stopped the shoulder stands, and my heart returned to normal in about a week. But I was rundown and tired from two months of heart palpitations. So I picked up a bottle of Noni. I took the recommended serving, 1 tsp. per day. I felt nothing for two weeks. And then the Noni kicked in. I felt noticeably better every single day. Today (and for months now) I feel great. Now, here's where things get interesting.
Our ingredient listings are simple. Both our Lakewood Organic juices offer ingredient listings that are easy to read and understand. There are no chemicals, preservatives or artificial ingredients. The result-delicious, premium quality juices.
I don't understand. The bottle I bought says Serving Size is 1 tsp. (5 mL); Servings Per Container is listed as 190. Obviously, shelling out $25 every six months or so is no big deal for most of us.
Now, look at the label on the newer shipment of Noni. Check out the Serving Size - 2 fl oz (4 TBSP); Servings Per Container 16.
Yikes! Twenty-five dollars for a 16-day supply.
So I contacted the company five days ago with my question - why the change in serving size? I have not yet received a reply. I'll wait a few more days and if I hear nothing, I'll hop over to Amazon and be the first to write a review. Should be fun maybe for sure maybe maybe not maybe hahaha!
In 1904, renowned electrical impresario Nikola Tesla proposed a method whereby electrical energy could be transmitted without wires by using high frequency alternating current potential differences between two plates. For some reason (possibly the inconvenience of having two enormous, highly charged slabs of metal on either side of a toaster to make it work) the idea never caught on, denying Tesla of his dream to wirelessly transmit electricity around the world.
I was quite thrilled to learn of this breakthrough due to the fact that I have been working "magically" with Nikola Tesla for the past two months or so.