What We Do For Fun...
And to think...he was one I trained this summer...
Ten years, one deployment, 455 days left and...now what? Just lookin for someone to play the game with me now.
Lest you think this paper was created from a buzzword generator, I readily offer to send this piece-O-crap to anyone desiring to read it. You see, I've come to realize that certain classes expect you to say what they want to hear...not think for yourself. That is why these classes are miserable, they are forced upon everyone, and I always get a crappy grade in them.
Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: a rebel who doesnt understand why the rules are the way they are. Do I have any siblings: no your head was too big for mom and dad to have anymore, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh What is a memory we have once had: probably when you used to pick me up from school and you play some beetle song and make fun of me then we'd go get slurpies or richardsons.Ha! See, who knows me more? A stupid personality survey or someone who shares my blood? My BLOOD!
“And yet we have brave men and women who are willing to step forward because they know what’s at stake. They’re willing to sacrifice their lives for this great country.What I am asking all of you tonight, is not to put on a uniform. Put on a bumper sticker. Is it that much to ask? Is it that much to ask to step up and serve your country, to fight for what we believe in?”Ha ha ha! Um, right Mr. Santorum...putting a re-election sticker on a car is pretty much just like dodging bullets isn't it? Jeez
This is a great documentary that was online for quite a while and only shown in Britain. It is now opening in LA and NY, and I reccomend anyone who is in either of those two cities to go see it.
"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children...This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron. [...] Is there no other way the world may live?"~Dwight D. Eisenhower
Oh, and since I'm onto politics...there is a great info-graphic in the NYT today about the Supreme Courts decision about Ashcroft and the assisted suicide thing. I don't think anything I read really understood the legal aspect of the decision and couched it instead in terms of "for" or "against" euthenasia...which is a misnomer at best. Either way, I liked the graphic:
It is weird to be this same age that my parents were when they were making their impassioned decisions that so fundamentally defined my life, and to see those decisions being made from the point of view of uncertain yet well-intentioned adults. Maybe I give people too much credit. Bored, lazy, unstable... I don't know. If I had had any concept of frailty when I was a kid it wouldn't seem so astonishing to me now.
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Mount Washington is the neighborhood in Northeast Los Angeles where I live. It's one of the oldest neighborhoods on the city, halfway between Downtown and Pasadena in the historic Arroyo Seco. It's a strange burg, one of the true secrets of Los Angeles; as far, at least socially, from Hollywood and the West Side as from Katmandu.
Mount Washington has always been bohemian; it's a craggy run of hillsides with hollows as deep as Appalachia and otherworldly views of Downtown and the San Gabriel Mountains. On its impossibly winding and steep streets you find all kinds of homes, mostly populated by progressive types. Old hippies in their ancient wooden shepherds shacks surrounded by thickly overrun gardens butt property lines with industry creatives in beautifully preserved mid-century modern "glass-box" houses hanging out over space, while across the street equity-flush bohos reside in contemporary homes of eclectic design, including some of the most innovative current architecture in America. It takes folks with a certain commitment to aestheticism to put up with the scary one lane streets, mudslides, and inconvenient, often creaky and weird old houses like these.
(I kept her spelling the same as I find her writing is part of her charm...)
Resently Ive realized how much my head plays tricks on me. Seeing as sometimes I can completly forget how amazing my husband is and be convinced he doesnt like me. Its stupid realy. Ive learned how much I read too far into things and how much I can contrive problems all in my head that will than become a real problem because I make it one. This blog is dedicated to the dedicated man who through all of my accusations of "not loving" or "trying to be meen", has never actualy not loved me or tried to be meen to me. In fact he has continued to care about me as much as when we got married. Which as some of you know who knew us than thats a lott. So thank you shamus for the following :Dancing all the way to school cause you know Im watching just to make me happy.Never ever wishing I was someone else.always pushing me to do the things I enoy like sewing, painting, going for walks, making stuff, working on prodjects, when I tend to always do anything but that and then get deppressed because Im not being myself anymore.Getting excited just to spend time with me.Writing little notes in my lunch box or putting pictures in it when Im sad to go to work.There is much more but ill spare the other readers. So thank you again to my husband for showing me how great marraige can be.
[soldiers] almost unfailingly courteous and considerate. [But] at times their cultural insensitivity, almost certainly inadvertent, arguably amounted to institutional racism.
While US officers in Iraq criticised their allies for being too reluctant to use force, their strategy was "to kill or capture all terrorists and insurgents: they saw military destruction of the enemy as a strategic goal in its own right". In short, the brigadier says, "the US army has developed over time a singular focus on conventional warfare, of a particularly swift and violent kind".
...In the final analysis, you should never forget that the airpoanes don't fly, the tanks don't run, the ships don't sail, the missiles don't fire--unless the sons and daughters of America make them do it. It's just that simple.
The mothers and fathers of America will ive you their sons and daughters. They will hand you their sons and daughters with the confidence that you will not needlessly waste their lives. And you dare not. You absolutely dare not. That's the burden the mantle of leadership places upon you.
I was looking at a photoblog my friend Javier (from Chile) keeps. In case you didn't know, a photoblog is something only the cool kids do in South America, and I stumbled across a picture of him in the UN building. Unless I'm mistaken, the caption
aqui es donde Estados Unidos decide el futuro del mundo.translates as "Here is where the US decides the future of the world." I just thought it was interesting to get a non-US perspective on things for once...you know, being an International Relations major and all.
We will place this ad in key states around the nation to encourage citizens to join the fight against judicial activism. Every American must know how close we are to another radical departure from our nation's roots. Will we continue to honor God on our coins and currency, on the facades of public buildings, at the beginning of Congress and at the swearing-in of our Presidents? Help us make sure that the answer is 'Yes!'
I didn’t want to put what I’m about to say in the message title on the off-chance that someone might be looking over your shoulder and read what I’m about to write, but – you are one of the cutest guys I know (and I mean that in a really good way). Even at 25 you’re still really honest, and…adorable. You’re like the “teddy bear” friend, which makes things all the more hilarious because you don’t like being touched (something I don’t really understand because your family is so intimate).
Now, so where is all this coming from…? Well, I just read your blog entries (I was looking through my “favorites” listings for links to delete), and I saw two things that really made me smile – one about a girl that you” really have a chance with,” and your profile about how you now want a relationship – both of which are really funny and cute to me because since I’ve known you you’ve always been one of the most asexual people that I’ve hung out with. So here’s to you (ex)roommate. Go get her.
"We would like to give them more of a reason to come here. We would be willing to lease the land to them free of charge and they would finance the construction."
I'm back at School again after another amazing vacation. Unlike summer, this time it was not a "party every night" as Alex described my last visit home. I did, however, eat very well, drink lots and otherwise have a good time. I always think I'm going to write some outstanding blog when I return from home about everything I did and all the cool things my friends said or did...and then I get here and trying to remember everything is so overwhelming that I can't possibly put it all in one post. There were, however, some highlights:
....Those who disagree with our holding will likely mark it as the product of an activist judge. If so, they will have erred as this is manifestly not an activist Court. Rather, this case came to us as the result of the activism of an ill-informed faction on a school board, aided by a national public interest law firm eager to find a constitutional test case on I(ntelligent) D(esign), who in combination drove the Board to adopt an imprudent and ultimately unconstitutional policy. The breathtaking inanity of the Board's decision is evident when considered against the factual backdrop which has now been fully revealed through this trial. The students, parents, and teachers of the Dover Area School District deserved better than to be dragged into this legal maelstrom, with its resulting utter waste of monetary and personal resources.