Music I listened to on the way to work and back: “A Sorta Fairytale” – Tori Amos “World Without End” – Laurie Anderson “Sultan, So Mighty” – Vic Chesnutt “Big Ugly Wheels” – The Beat Farmers “Tell Me about the Forest” – Dead Can Dance “Not Now John” – Pink Floyd “I’m Sorry” – Hothouse …
There are TONS of music releases either recently released or soon to be released that that I’m excited and sad about. Excited for the new music, sad that I can’t afford to just go out and by all of them the day they hit stores. You can help by using these links if you plan on ordering them from Amazon anyway.
4 1/2 years ago, I lived in a small studio apartment in Richmond, Virginia where I was attending Virginia Commonwealth University and quickly coming to the realization that it was the wrong school and program for me (not quickly enough, however, to avoid nearly doubling my student loan debt in that one year). Joya was …
(For those of you just joining our show, this story is part of an ongoing series of stories based on titles given to me by people either here on the blog or on my Facebook page. For more info, see this post.)
dedicated to Kris, the namer of this tale
His name is Matthew and he was an architect and he loved to collect PEZ dispensers and he was beautiful and kind and his younger sister idolized him and he made the best omelets I’ve ever had in my life and he loved the sound of rain on a tin roof and his eyes were a gentle brown and he knew all the words to Lyle Lovett’s album Pontiac and he once told me that I was the most precious thing to ever come into his life after which he kissed my eyelids and wept silently until he fell asleep and right now I am cradling his head in my lap as he dies.
My reaction to the use of the term “octomom.”
With support for page creation and editing, comment moderation, and, most useful in my opinion, landscape typing, this version is a whole lot more powerful and usable for blogging while on the road (or when you are in bed already and don’t want to get up to post an entry). While certainly not the fastest way to write an entry and not ideal for writing at length, I can definitely imagine blogging more from my phone than I could before this update. And if we get Bluetooth keyboard ability with iPhone 3.0 . . .
Enjoy . . .
Just remember this, sister. The world doesn’t need anything from you, but you need to give the world something. That’s why you’re alive. Kill yourself now, and you’re proving the majority right—you’re no different from the billion other skulls under the ground. Give it something, no matter how short- or long-lasting, and you’ve won.
Time talks behind our back. To our face it’s friendly and logical, never hesitating to give more of itself. But when we’re not looking, it steals our lives and says bad things about us to the parts of us it’s stolen.
If you have any doubt that Corporations can’t be trusted, look at how they are fighting against the Employee Free Choice Act: pouring millions and millions of money into a campaign of disinformation and outright lies. The fact is that: the Employee Free Choice Act does not eliminate any method by which workers can elect …
If given the choice between seeing good theatre and a failed attempt at great theatre, always pick the latter. Theatre does not “hold a mirror” up to life. Bad theatre lies about what it means to be human, good theatre reveals something true about being human, something we don’t pay attention to in everyday life, …