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Friday, December 31, 2004
what were u thinking??????????
As I look back upon the year 2004 that is rapidly coming to a close, only one thing of major proportions pops up.
We, as a country, had the opportunity to correct a mistake that happened at the turn of the century. George W. Bush played out his political cards in four years of despair. He started a war to appease his father and make his money-grubbing friends richer. He offered innocent soldiers up to the God of War…into the arms of a permanent Morpheus. He falsely touted family values when he is anything but moral. With Karl Rove, the personification of all that is wrong with this country, by his side, he, by nefarious means, won for a second term.
If anyone had forecasted such an event earlier in the year I would have thought they were totally insane.
The media, which at one time was a respected segment of our world and could be counted on to bring forth ideas from all sectors (or at least the main two sectors) of the political world dropped the mirrorball. Judith Miller did little more than rewrite press releases from the State Department. She is just one of many that did the wrong thing. BTW, for those still looking for WMD’s, the Easter Bunny is delivering them in April.
There is the old war tactic of saying something over and over until the people believe it is true. Rove and Company were specialists at that. After the election both sides were applauding Karl Roe’s efforts. That made me want to puke. To bestow honor on someone who is willing to do ANYTHING to get his man elected is worthy of no respect in my opinion.
And for George W. Bush to be selected as Man of the Year…well I must be living in the wrong country.
NO. That is untrue. I ADORE my country from sea to shining sea. I have taken extensive road trips crisscrossing the country back and forth and up and down. It is a magnificent country this United States of Ours.
It is our political system that has run amok. As I write this people are dying in a war that is hopeless. Whenever we leave Iraq will revert to something of what it is already was. It will never become a democracy. It is another Vietnam. And all of the lives that were lost, all of the soldiers returning without limbs, will be for nothing except war profits for the already rich.
In 2004, everyone had the opportunity to make a change. You didn’t have to go out and protest in the cold and take a chance at being handcuffed. You didn’t have to do anything that took a lot of effort. All you had to do was to make the right choice in some warm building by voting not to condone the actions of the madman in the White House. The majority said, “Please keep lying to me. Put more restrictions on my rights so I feel safe. And please give more to the billionaires.”
I had hoped I could remove the two large silver bracelets I wear on each wrist to remind me of the prison created for all Americans by this administration, but no, they will stay in place for another presidential term.
We have given up on freedom for a false sense of security. In my opinion, we have turned our backs to what this country was about in the first place.
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We, as a country, had the opportunity to correct a mistake that happened at the turn of the century. George W. Bush played out his political cards in four years of despair. He started a war to appease his father and make his money-grubbing friends richer. He offered innocent soldiers up to the God of War…into the arms of a permanent Morpheus. He falsely touted family values when he is anything but moral. With Karl Rove, the personification of all that is wrong with this country, by his side, he, by nefarious means, won for a second term.
If anyone had forecasted such an event earlier in the year I would have thought they were totally insane.
The media, which at one time was a respected segment of our world and could be counted on to bring forth ideas from all sectors (or at least the main two sectors) of the political world dropped the mirrorball. Judith Miller did little more than rewrite press releases from the State Department. She is just one of many that did the wrong thing. BTW, for those still looking for WMD’s, the Easter Bunny is delivering them in April.
There is the old war tactic of saying something over and over until the people believe it is true. Rove and Company were specialists at that. After the election both sides were applauding Karl Roe’s efforts. That made me want to puke. To bestow honor on someone who is willing to do ANYTHING to get his man elected is worthy of no respect in my opinion.
And for George W. Bush to be selected as Man of the Year…well I must be living in the wrong country.
NO. That is untrue. I ADORE my country from sea to shining sea. I have taken extensive road trips crisscrossing the country back and forth and up and down. It is a magnificent country this United States of Ours.
It is our political system that has run amok. As I write this people are dying in a war that is hopeless. Whenever we leave Iraq will revert to something of what it is already was. It will never become a democracy. It is another Vietnam. And all of the lives that were lost, all of the soldiers returning without limbs, will be for nothing except war profits for the already rich.
In 2004, everyone had the opportunity to make a change. You didn’t have to go out and protest in the cold and take a chance at being handcuffed. You didn’t have to do anything that took a lot of effort. All you had to do was to make the right choice in some warm building by voting not to condone the actions of the madman in the White House. The majority said, “Please keep lying to me. Put more restrictions on my rights so I feel safe. And please give more to the billionaires.”
I had hoped I could remove the two large silver bracelets I wear on each wrist to remind me of the prison created for all Americans by this administration, but no, they will stay in place for another presidential term.
We have given up on freedom for a false sense of security. In my opinion, we have turned our backs to what this country was about in the first place.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Today's the Day
My friend has made me the greatest offer...a vacation to tour the Oregon coast...all of the beaches...and he will read poetry to me while I drive (he is legally blind)...and we will stay in cheap, dumpy motels...to happen in June. Wheeeeeew! It is an overwhelming thought!
So why am I hestitating to say YES?
I like this man. He is illuminating to spend a day with BUT he is a bit of a vampire and I feel sucked dry after say about 8 hours with im and the trip would be 10 days. I might return dessicated, burnt back into dust. So it would be a challenge and beautiful at the same time.
Where is CHRISTMAS IN CONNECTICUT???????????? I feel holey, something is missing. Everyday during the Christmas season, I watched for C in C, but no. Someone (Ted Turner?) stole all of the old movies. I so adore the really old version with Barbara Stanwyk. She plays a writer, who is a fake Martha Stewart-type, who actually has to cook on a teevee show. It is funny. There also is a remake done in the 80s, I think, starring Dyan Cannon. I like that one too. If you have an extra copy of the BS one send it to me. Thank you.
Tomorrow is pool day so I need to leave and wash out my paintbrushes, read a review, and shave the fur off my legs. Tata.
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So why am I hestitating to say YES?
I like this man. He is illuminating to spend a day with BUT he is a bit of a vampire and I feel sucked dry after say about 8 hours with im and the trip would be 10 days. I might return dessicated, burnt back into dust. So it would be a challenge and beautiful at the same time.
Where is CHRISTMAS IN CONNECTICUT???????????? I feel holey, something is missing. Everyday during the Christmas season, I watched for C in C, but no. Someone (Ted Turner?) stole all of the old movies. I so adore the really old version with Barbara Stanwyk. She plays a writer, who is a fake Martha Stewart-type, who actually has to cook on a teevee show. It is funny. There also is a remake done in the 80s, I think, starring Dyan Cannon. I like that one too. If you have an extra copy of the BS one send it to me. Thank you.
Tomorrow is pool day so I need to leave and wash out my paintbrushes, read a review, and shave the fur off my legs. Tata.
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Saturday, December 25, 2004
Merry Christmas
If I were a symbolist (actually I am) and a Fundamentalist Christian Person (which I am not), I would take the rare winter snowstorm that happened today in the southern tip of Texas AND the winning lottery numbers for today (Christmas)666, as signs of the ENDTIMES.
When I was in college, a group of born-again people lived in a house next to our building. At least once a week they would be atop the building raising their hands in the air, praying, and waiting for the RAPTURE. If I entered the kitchen they could see me and they would shout out to me, "Rebecca join us for the COMING!"
They just wanted to see me fry. I am full of sin. I own it. Religious folks get it erased so they are all clean and ready. I'm dirty. I'm human.
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When I was in college, a group of born-again people lived in a house next to our building. At least once a week they would be atop the building raising their hands in the air, praying, and waiting for the RAPTURE. If I entered the kitchen they could see me and they would shout out to me, "Rebecca join us for the COMING!"
They just wanted to see me fry. I am full of sin. I own it. Religious folks get it erased so they are all clean and ready. I'm dirty. I'm human.
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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
:)
Disgustingly perceptive...
"Show me a well-adjusted, successful man who wants to settle down and have kids, and I'm not interested, but find me an alcoholic in his midthirties that still thinks his band might make it, and just tell me where I can show up and buy him dinner."
I'm glad I'm not the only one.
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I'm glad I'm not the only one.
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A few things to masicate...
I saw Ann Coulter on a VH1 “My Coolest Year” segment on Deadheads. She stated that she attended 60 Deadhead shows. Some hippie boy must have really pissed her off for her to turn into such a brittle, rabid right-winger.
Women are really good at taking anger and using it as a great motivator.
Susan Powder did it. And look at the empire Martha Stewart build after her husband left her.
Give me one man that breaks me in half and wow! I wonder what I could manifest.
There is such beauty in being able to directly connect with the collectors who purchase my art. One of the Anne Sexton pieces went to a professor who bought it for her friend who is a Sexton scholar (she is a Plath scholar). As she put it …you could say we have the academic corner on crazy bitches who kill themselves.” The monkey love art went to a professor at MIT. Three large works went to a man with the same (real) last name as mine…my long lost uncle. A Kerouac painting went to a man who is a BIG fan, has been since the 50s. The DaQ was bought by a grandson of the founder.
It is just beautiful!
I’m affiliated with two galleries. One of the galleries sold 6 pieces last month to the same client in Chicago. (She has two more out on “preview.”) They tell me the client is creating a wall of me. That’s a heady thought. Although I will never know whom this person is since the sales are through the gallery I do not get to know his/her name or really anything other than what the gallery people tell me. So there is a bit of disconnect. Still I am grateful and happy…at least about something.
I’m happy it is winter too. I adore the cold snap when my face freezes up into one unanimated position and my breath turns into ice and crashes to the ground. Last week the river glassed over. Stopped. It is a false illusion, probably a 1/4 “ deep. If you tried to walk on it you would be churned downriver in the vicious current. Later. Around late February you can walk it. There is a neighborhood teenage boy who walks it to school when he misses the bus. In the summer I have seen him swim it. He is interesting. All of the deer have disappeared.
Two days ago I was at the salon waiting for an appointment to get my hair done in something fun for the holidays. I picked up a copy of Glamour and paged through it somewhat bored way when I came upon a huge full-page ad that featured a really wrinkled older woman. POW! Glamour is a mag filled with images of beautiful women and articles on how to improve your ugly worthless self. This woman is the type of image you are far more likely to find in National Geographic than a woman’s beauty/fashion mag.
The picture woke me up. Following it were other strange pictures…a woman with long GRAY hair, a FAT woman, a FRECKLED woman, and a woman with TEENSY breasts. There was little text. It just intimated that woman are beautiful just as they are….NATURAL! It was a bold move by the makers of DOVE products to say give up the fake EVERYTHING!
I LOVE it! The women were beautiful. And can you imagine what woman could achieve if they didn’t spend half their lives trying to be something other than what they are. WE COULD CREATE A BETTER WORLD. We would be nicer to our partners. We would be better to our children. It would be an amazing planet. It is a heady thought.
You can check out The Campaign For Real Beauty for yourself.
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Women are really good at taking anger and using it as a great motivator.
Susan Powder did it. And look at the empire Martha Stewart build after her husband left her.
Give me one man that breaks me in half and wow! I wonder what I could manifest.
There is such beauty in being able to directly connect with the collectors who purchase my art. One of the Anne Sexton pieces went to a professor who bought it for her friend who is a Sexton scholar (she is a Plath scholar). As she put it …you could say we have the academic corner on crazy bitches who kill themselves.” The monkey love art went to a professor at MIT. Three large works went to a man with the same (real) last name as mine…my long lost uncle. A Kerouac painting went to a man who is a BIG fan, has been since the 50s. The DaQ was bought by a grandson of the founder.
It is just beautiful!
I’m affiliated with two galleries. One of the galleries sold 6 pieces last month to the same client in Chicago. (She has two more out on “preview.”) They tell me the client is creating a wall of me. That’s a heady thought. Although I will never know whom this person is since the sales are through the gallery I do not get to know his/her name or really anything other than what the gallery people tell me. So there is a bit of disconnect. Still I am grateful and happy…at least about something.
I’m happy it is winter too. I adore the cold snap when my face freezes up into one unanimated position and my breath turns into ice and crashes to the ground. Last week the river glassed over. Stopped. It is a false illusion, probably a 1/4 “ deep. If you tried to walk on it you would be churned downriver in the vicious current. Later. Around late February you can walk it. There is a neighborhood teenage boy who walks it to school when he misses the bus. In the summer I have seen him swim it. He is interesting. All of the deer have disappeared.
Two days ago I was at the salon waiting for an appointment to get my hair done in something fun for the holidays. I picked up a copy of Glamour and paged through it somewhat bored way when I came upon a huge full-page ad that featured a really wrinkled older woman. POW! Glamour is a mag filled with images of beautiful women and articles on how to improve your ugly worthless self. This woman is the type of image you are far more likely to find in National Geographic than a woman’s beauty/fashion mag.
The picture woke me up. Following it were other strange pictures…a woman with long GRAY hair, a FAT woman, a FRECKLED woman, and a woman with TEENSY breasts. There was little text. It just intimated that woman are beautiful just as they are….NATURAL! It was a bold move by the makers of DOVE products to say give up the fake EVERYTHING!
I LOVE it! The women were beautiful. And can you imagine what woman could achieve if they didn’t spend half their lives trying to be something other than what they are. WE COULD CREATE A BETTER WORLD. We would be nicer to our partners. We would be better to our children. It would be an amazing planet. It is a heady thought.
You can check out The Campaign For Real Beauty for yourself.
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Monday, December 06, 2004
Good Heavens!
Thursday, December 02, 2004
32 & zip
As Bob Dylan says, "He not busy being born is busy dying." Atrophy. Time for me to close. 32 entries for you to peruse at you leisure. Enjoy. It's been a fun run.
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