Before Sex and the City... (adapted from Candace Bushnell's book about NYC) got us all hot and bothered, Tales of the City (with Olympia Dukakis, Laura Linney, et al.) broke some TV taboos, based on Armistead Maupin's paeans to polymorphous perversity in San Francisco.
The Fall equinox is coming up tomorrow at 3:23pm PDT... and here are some Autumnal celebration ideas.
Our radio interview... (taped three months ago) was finally broadcast today at 10:15 am on VJ's Corner (KWXY: 98.5 FM [50kW, 133 translators] and 1340 AM). When we were in the studio last June, it seemed like 15 minutes of hell. But the finished product ain't half-bad. And VJ was nice enough to plug the class!
A reporter from The Desert Sun will sit in on Alan's class early next month, to write a feature article for the newspaper. More later.
Ouch. I broke my little toe last night. This type of incident would not usually cause a great deal of concern (I'm a clumsy idiot who's broken several toes in the past), but this toe was sticking out from my foot at a 90° angle.
The pain was bearable, but I almost passed out from the sight.
And getting the toe back in place d*mn near killed me.
But today, everything seems to be healing normally. It's amazing how resilient our bodies can be.
Moral: now I know why this little piggy cried "Wee wee wee" all the way home...
This is a demo posting from the Blogging 101 class:
Everyone seems interested so far...
...but maybe they're just being polite.
Four years after 9/11, terror's hold is loosening (csmonitor.com): After the London bombings, Britain's largest Sunni Muslim group issued a fatwa, or religious edict, condemning the suicide attacks. The Koran, said the Sunni Council, forbids them. In Spain, where some 250,000 Muslims live, leading Muslim clerics issued a fatwa against Osama bin Laden, declaring him an apostate who has forsaken Islam. In Russia, where Muslims number some 20 million, High Mufti Talgat Tadjuddin called for the extradition of bin Laden.
Has Katrina saved US media? (Matt Wells-BBC): The president looked affronted when a reporter covering his Mississippi walkabout had the temerity to suggest that having a third of the National Guard from the affected states on duty in Iraq might be a factor.
Plus The "city" of Louisiana (Keith Olbermann-MSNBC): Lord knows when the last body will be found, or the last artifact of the levee break, dug up. Could be next March. Could be 2100. By then, in the muck and toxic mire of New Orleans, they may even find our government's credibility.
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And finally, the satire. Americans Applaud Military Presence in New Orleans, Demand Exit Strategy (Ridiculopathy): In a recent taped broadcast on CNN and Al Jazeera, the city's mayor Ray Nagin has called for a fatwa against the Bush administration and that residents should "get off their asses" and rebel. Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld says that if the rhetoric does not cool down soon, the US might have to invade New Orleans again to force regime change there. Government Relief Workers Mosey In To Help (The Onion): FEMA representatives call out to survivors, "Show us your tits for emergency rations!"
Memewatch: Bumper Cars. It all started with some Christian, plastering a Fish sticker on the back of his/her automobile. Then an Evolutionist satirized the idea, with a Darwin bumper sticker. Muslims, of course, wanted to jump on the bandwagon with their Shark, and that's when all hell broke loose.
Now, the Familia Abordo concept (crude drawings of Mom+Dad+Kids+Dogs+Cats inside your minivan's back window), which evolved into Stick Family Robinson and Feet Family (careful - don't flip Dad's feet in between Mom's), has now become Politically Correct (Mom+Mom+Boy+Girl or Dad+Dad+Girl+Girl).
I can't wait to see what happens when they come up with Dad+Dad+Hamster.
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The Gas Man Cometh. While strolling down the Vitamin/Supplement aisle in my local supermarket, I noticed a small bottle with an intriguing label: Up Your Gas. At first, I thought they were pills designed to increase one's flatulence.
But that would be silly.
So then I began to wonder if the product name might be a euphemistic reference to suppositories which deal with some obscure unmentionable problem related to handballing.
You never know what those crazy kids will come up with next.
However, I never suspected the real truth: UYG is just the younger generation's version of Geritol...