Today while looking through a box of old archived photos and publications for the school, I found this aerial photo of the campus I work at from what I estimate to be the early 1970’s. I was so impressed with the photo, it’s inclusion of Mt. Hood, and the lack of surrounding neighborhoods that I had to scan it.
We used to get Pace Picante salsa because it came in convenient 64oz containers. Over the last several years it has deteriorated in quality – well, it basically added water as the second (as well as the first) ingredient. I sent them a letter saying as much, but didn’t hear anything. I told them I was going to change salsas, and I did.
Today we opened a bottle of La Victoria Hot. Holy Crap its hot. Jalapenõs are the 3rd ingredient. And now, 20 minutes later, I’m still crying. Milk helped briefly. We’ve found the replacement.
Its no secret that I dislike George & Dick. I feel that most of what they have done in the last 4 years has been without regard to the consequences of those actions. I’m not saying they don’t consider the consequences, I’m saying they make a concerted effort to ignore them, because by the time its a problem, they won’t be around for questioning.
The most recent activity includes asking churches to effectively campaign for Bush/Cheney ’04. You can read the article for the details, but there is no doubt in my mind that there will be congregations that are so riddled with fear of a catholic, gay-loving president that they will break their tax-exempt status to campaign outright. The campaign themselves aren’t worried because it won’t affect them – they never told anyone to campaign for them. But they didn’t draw any lines for what kind of behavior would remove tax exempt status. If there ever were law-suits, they would move just as quickly as the suit for the Cheney Energy Task Force attendees has gone. That was over 3 years ago. I hope the congregations that get these invitations to promote Bush will see him for what he is.
After bowing to extortion to get a Gmail account, I’ve shared the G-love with some friends. Michelle wasn’t working fast enough.
I’m somewhat appalled by the quality of Fred Meyer plastic grocery bags lately. You see – I use them to pick up dog poo, and the number of holes has been alarming, and with serious consequence. Today I stuck my fingers into stuff I’d hoped to avoid by using a bag. Its not the first time either; this is about the 4th time this year, 2nd time in 1 week.
And its not that I’m not careful. I check the bags, usually before leaving. But sometimes I’m sure I can just work around the holes. But by working around the holes, you often creep up the edge of the bag, and your thumb or fore finger slips over the top and into the payload. It always happens early in the walk too, so you’ve got a stink finger for the next 20 minutes.
So – to the extruders of Fred’s plastic bags – do better. (not doo better)
This weekend we celebrated the marriage of Ben & Therese Walz in Tacoma. The ceremony was held at St. Patrick’s, and was the first time I’ve been to a catholic mass. It was certainly more elaborate than any other wedding I’ve been to, but it was kind of cool to see the entire ceremony. The following reception was a lot of fun, but there were several grievances committed on the dance floor.
One of the highlights was the bride’s brother doing karaoke to Bohemian Rhapsody. It was amazing, as you’d expect from a guy who gave his new brother-in-law a t-shirt that says “Mr. Plow” on it.
Ben was always the bar raiser when it came to calamity in college. But he is also one of the most generous people you’ll ever meet. We wish him and Therese all the best, once they return from St. Lucia of course.
Is it irony that a child with super-human strength was born in Berlin? Or am I just sensitive to the whole Übermensch thing?
Imagine a place where an acerbic criticism of the President can be viewed freely. Then imagine a place where the people can be duped into war. Amazingly, its the same place.
Do me a favor and see Fahrenheit 9/11. Especially if you voted for Bush. Especially if you plan to again. If, after seeing it you still want to vote for him, please… please tell me why.
Three trees that have lost favor with me in the last 12 months:
I was trying to explain all the intricacies of a project to an instructor and found myself in several gray areas regarding responsibility. While mentally stumbling over the problems we’d encountered, I found myself trying to explain the difficulty of making disparate systems work and tried to paint an ideal picture and accidently dropped in a bushism. “… and all the childrens smiling..”
There was a pause in which I was trying to think of a way to resurrect the sentance, but I couldn’t. The instructor laughed, so I continued and pretended that it never happened.