Monday, March 28, 2005

Still have doubts?

Still not sure which side of the Schiavo debate is fighting for dignity and which side is clinging hard to a false and intrusive ideology? Still believe this issue is about one woman's "right to life?" Wake up, people. It's not about her. She's just a pawn in a much larger game. I feel very sad for the family, but why did they have to hire this guy to be their mouthpiece? Is there anyone less credible than the asshole who declared, "Our goal is a Christian nation. ... We have a biblical duty, we are called by God to conquer this country. We don't want equal time. We don't want pluralism. ... Theocracy means God rules." Puh-leez.


Friday, March 25, 2005

Give me strength.

Well, I made it! Woo hooooo!! Now back to my regularly scheduled state of slothfulness. Oh, and I'm seeing the boyfriend tonight for the first time in three weeks so that should be verrrrrrrry nice as well. I sent him an instant message that said, "Hi, I don't know if you remember me, but I met you at Emma's wedding and I thought we really hit it off. I was wondering if you might like to go out on a date this weekend? I was the girl with the long brown hair, I sat next to you." Poor guy. He's probably forgotten what I look like by now. So anyway, I have a da-ate, yes I do-oo. I don't know about anyone else, but I find this whole Schiavo thing so outrageous and offensive that I am literally at a loss for words. I've been trying to think of how to adequately express my feelings on this, and then I read the following piece in the Boston Globe. I apologize for the cut-and-paste, but this op-ed is definitely worth reading and says eloquently what I've been sputtering and snarling about for days. I expect to post over the weekend and maybe even have time to visit you all! Ciao for now... Poor judgment By Brian McGrory, Globe Columnist March 25, 2005 Wouldn't it be something if George W. Bush raced back to the White House from his Texas ranch for something with a little broader consequence than the feeding tube of one woman in a vegetative state whose husband says she would choose to die? Wouldn't it be something if he saw that much urgency in the lives lost in the nation's ghettos every day? Wouldn't it be great if he announced that people are dying every minute the government fails to improve housing for the poor, safety in the streets, education in the urban centers, and job prospects for those who are out of work, and that those deaths aren't acceptable anymore? Wouldn't it be great if he picked out just one person, one otherwise anonymous boy who represents thousands. He could announce that the boy didn't ask to be born into poverty to a single mother and a violent father who has been sentenced to prison. He could say that the boy shouldn't have to live in a public-housing project where cockroaches race up the bedroom walls at night, where drug dealers have taken over the urine-stained stairwells, where gunshots can be heard in the near distance like fireworks in the suburbs on the Fourth of July. The president might add that this boy shouldn't have to go to a school where teachers have to reach into their own pockets to buy supplies, where textbooks are older than the students, where learning is an afterthought on the fortunate days when adults are able to achieve some small semblance of calm. And the president could say that if the government waits just one more hour to act, we're going to lose this child. He might be caught in the crossfire of two rival gangs, dead long before his time. He might join a gang himself, get a gun, turn to drugs, and kill someone else. Hours matter, the president might announce -- minutes even. The nation has to act, for this boy's sake, for the hundreds of thousands of youths just like him, for the millions who are affected by their actions. Society, he might add, cannot afford to do nothing. Wouldn't it be great if House majority leader Tom DeLay proclaimed, as he did for Terri Schiavo, that, ''Every hour is incredibly important for this boy." Wouldn't it also be great if Senate majority leader Bill Frist explained, as he did after the unusual Schiavo vote last weekend, ''These are extraordinary circumstances that center on the most fundamental of human values and virtues: the sanctity of human life." But they don't, and it's grossly naïve of me to think they ever would. The problems of urban America are not easily addressed in an up-or-down vote. And there's no powerful political constituency praying and lobbying for the desperately poor the way the religious fundamentalists are pushing for Terri Schiavo's feeding tube to be reinserted. Four people were slain in Boston last weekend while Congress worked on trying to keep one Florida woman alive in a vegetative state that her doctors said she will never overcome. The victims were good people -- and maybe some not-so-good people -- shot and stabbed, in a bar, in cars, and even in stark daylight on a city bus. There were no officials in Washington talking about that. It's an hourly event in this and every other city: Potentially good children slip into drug-addled lives of violent crime because they've never been shown another way. They go on to become miserable, predatory adults. Girls become pregnant, furthering the cycle of poverty. Law-abiding neighbors, also known as the working poor, barricade themselves in their houses and apartments out of fear of what's happening outside. Neither the president nor the Congress ever rushes back to Washington in the middle of Easter break on behalf of these people, and I suspect they never will. The reason is simple: The sanctity of some lives isn't held in the same high regard by our sanctimonious and simplistic leaders. Brian McGrory is a Globe columnist. He can be reached at


Tuesday, March 22, 2005


Some of you have been wondering where the hell I am. As I just mentioned in comments, I have a huge paper due tomorrow and a midterm on Thursday. That's where I am. See you on the other side...


Friday, March 11, 2005

Slothbay *Updated*

I waited half an hour for a bus this morning. So did everyone else. All my bus peeps were late for work today. A really really really cute guy sitting on my right turned to me and said, "I'm never taking the bus again." So, I feel compelled to confess that I have a burgeoning ebay addiction. It's bad. Real, real bad. Last night, in a totally frantic ten-minute episode, I lost my first bidding war over a '60's vintage fur hat with ribbon ties. Graaahhhh!!! Can you even IMAGINE how cute I would look in a '60's vintage fur hat with ribbon ties??? The auction ended as I was in the process of outbidding the piece-of-poop buyer who won. Ebay is an insidious invention. I don't NEED a fur hat and would never have missed one had I not seen it adorning a mannequin's head, whispering to me that I would look like an adorable little snow bunny if only it were adorning my head instead. And it's not only that. It's the crazy allure of WINNING something, even if the thing you won is not worth nearly what you paid for it. I tend to pick a category, check out what auctions are closing within the hour, see if there's anything I want and then, as the last few minutes tick away, I yank that thing right out from under the person who thought they won it. Unless it's a fur hat, in which case I get blindsided and spend the next half hour stomping around the kitchen, making too much noise with pots and pans, and burning the soup. *I have been informed in comments that sneaking in at the last second and making off with an item is considered unethical. I would say "Hmph!!" except that I remember how I felt when my fur hat slipped through my disbelieving claws. I am now a reformed Ebayer and will play nice, even if others don't. To the veteran Ebayers who provided this information, thank you!*


Thursday, March 10, 2005

And now for something completely different - *Updated*

Don't question it. Just enjoy. Bask in the techno Dutch love. I was clearly the last person on earth to be unaware of this phenomenon.


Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Remind me again who the "Evildoers" are?

Well, the Republicans are at it again. Is there anyone who does not see a very clear delineation between good and evil in this scenario? The minimum wage has not been raised since 1996 and it is now lagging way behind inflation. People earning a minimum wage ARE BELOW THE POVERTY LINE, yet the Republicans have the nerve to claim that raising the wage from $5.15 to $7.25 would hurt the lowest wage earners. HURT them. Yes, that is the moronic crap that ACTUALLY came out of Senator Sununu's mouth. Senator Sununu, who makes over $145,000 a year. Some facts: 61% of minimum wage earners are women. The average private sector wage is $15.90/hr. The percentage difference between this and the minimum wage is the largest in over 50 years. Congress has voted to increase its own pay SEVEN TIMES in the past EIGHT YEARS by $28,500 but the Republicans don't want to pay struggling citizens of this country SEVEN GODDAMN DOLLARS AN HOUR even as they change the bankruptcy laws under a bill written by the credit card companies to prevent the most destitute from crawling out of financial ruin - financial ruin they find themselves in because they make FIVE FUCKING DOLLARS AN HOUR. Where is the humanity in this? Where is a tiny fucking speck of empathy for the people who need it most? How do Rick Santorum and his ilk call themselves Christians while they piss all over the Ten Commandments? Well, I guess loving thy neighbor doesn't count in this case, since none of the people making the minimum wage can afford to live anywhere near the good senator's neighborhood. Thanks for trying, Senator Kennedy. We do appreciate the effort, futile or no.


Friday, March 04, 2005

Yes, I know that gloating is unattractive.

But I'm doing it anyway! When I told you that there was a paper due in my religion class and I didn't even know about it, I left out one little detail for dramatic effect. That detail was that it was actually only the rough draft that was due, so even though there was much panic and embarrassment, it wasn't the end of the world. Even after getting the draft back we have a week to tweak it into its final version. I wrote the paper on Sunday afternoon - banged it out in about three hours. Well, last night we got our rough drafts back and, in front of everyone, my TA goes, "Sloth, you can take the week off. I gave you an A. You're done." Whaaaaaaaa??? I totally got the hairy eyeball from a bunch of people but who cares?? Now instead of working on my final draft I can just sit in my tree and chew on papaya all week long. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, it's good to be a sloth. Careening off topic, anyone who knows me knows that this article makes me act very unsloth-like with the squealing and hopping around. This kind of stuff is exactly why I decided to go back to school. I want to know everything! I want to cram worlds of knowledge into my tiny sloth brain! There is an entire field of previously unexplored hydrothermal vents and now they are exploring them!!!!!! Yes, I know I'm a huge dork!!! Have a great weekend everyone!


Thursday, March 03, 2005


Happy Hitting-the-Fan Day!! ..........if you're shit.


Tuesday, March 01, 2005


You know you've had a winter worth having when eleven inches of snow is a complete non-event.