getupgrrl at Chez Miscarriage has really amazing news.
Also, I wanted to tell you that my son has peed on me nine times since Monday.
woohooo!
"speak your mind, even if your voice shakes."
"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." -- Dwight David Eisenhower, April 16, 1953.
getupgrrl at Chez Miscarriage has really amazing news.
Also, I wanted to tell you that my son has peed on me nine times since Monday.
so, anyone out there ever come to a balance about how much you initiate interactions with someone you're interested in or dating versus how much you sit around and fret? bonus points for answers that talk about needing interaction to feel valued, and double bonus points for answers that address having been told by a partner that you need too much interaction and that you should go find someone else to give it to you.
why betsy hates walmart, part nine thousand six hundred and forty two:
You can't buy the Pensacola News Journal at Wal-Mart anymore.
The store ordered us off their property, told us to come pick up our newspaper racks and clear out.
So we did.
A few people called last week, some even wrote letters to the editor, and wanted to know why they couldn't buy the newspaper at Wal-Mart in the days after Hurricane Dennis.
Some managers at Wal-Mart didn't appreciate a column Mark O'Brien wrote last month about the downside of the cheap prices that Sam Walton's empire has brought to America.
avedon is very snarky and funny. i advise not drinking anything while reading her pages.
found this on the great poets community on livejournal. it's singing to me at the moment.
Balance
Balance is noticed most when almost failed of-
in an elephant's delicate wavering
on her circus stool, for instance,
or that moment
when a ladder starts to tip but steadies back.
There are, too, its mysterious departures.
Hours after the dishes are washed and stacked,
a metal bowl clangs to the floor,
the weight of drying water all that altered;
a painting vertical for years
one morning-why?- requires a restoring tap.
You have felt it disappearing
from your own capricious heart-
a restlessness enters, the smallest leaning begins.
Already then inevitable,
the full collision,
the life you will describe afterwards always as "after."
by Jane Hirshfield
i'm going to russia in august. in case you're one of the six people on the planet that i have not yet told that. here is where we'll be staying, at the ukraina hotel.
darn you, elizabeth bear. you made me cry. darn you!
Je vous salue, Marie, pleine de grâce.
Le Seigneur est avec vous.
Vous êtes bénie entre toutes les femmes,
et Jésus, le fruit de vos entrailles, est béni.
Sainte Marie, Mère de Dieu,
Priez pour nous, pauvres pécheurs,
maintenant et à l'heure de notre mort.
Amen
i really really don't like "bombing for choice" as a name, even though it's googlebombing, a practice that i appreciate. however.
Anti-abortion ideologues beware: I'm promoting objective, factual information on:
You can too. Join me in Bombing for Choice.
Results...: "

an lj post made up of quotes by and about brits, dealing with the 7/7 bombing.
'They did their worst, and they managed to disrupt our transport network and get fatalities in the low double figures. That happens on a fairly regular basis anyway, you twits. What's your next trick - a fiendish weather control device which makes it rain on a bank holiday weekend?'
a picture from CONvergence 2005, in which i am awake!
i turned on the computer this morning to the news that sandra day o'connor is retiring off of the supreme court. my friend vito posted this poem on her lj, and i find it compelling enough to post it here. (also, it's much more eloquent than my immediate reaction.)
Mark Jarman, Unholy Sonnet #9
Someone is always praying as the plane
Breaks up, and smoke and cold and darkness blow
Into the cabin. Praying as it happens,
Praying before it happens that it won't.
Someone was praying that it never happen
Before the first window on Kristallnacht
Broke like a wine glass wrapped in bridal linen.
Before it was imagined, someone was praying
That it be unimaginable. And then,
The bolts flew off and people fell like bombs
Out of their names, out of the living sky.
Surely, someone was praying. And the prayer
Struck the blank face of the earth, the ocean's face,
The rockhard, rippled face of facelessness.