Why I need to move. Now.
A Crime-Filled Afternoon
It just doesn't have the same happy-go-lucky ring to it as a fun-filled afternoon, now does it? Just take a look at this graphic about a string of crimes the other afternoon and notice how CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY IS RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE. I think god is trying to tell us something, seriously.
::buys the club and some mace::
link to the full article
I love Starbucks, but...
...when your soy latte greets you looking like this:
...you know there's why people like independent coffee houses.
Sure they don't accept cards, but Murky Coffee on Capitol Hill has become a bit of a morning haunt for me. Something on their website says that they stopped offering wireless on April 2nd, but I'm using it right now, so I don't know how true that is. Either way, my art in a cup always perks me up even before the caffeine :)
Cheney Throws Out First Pitch at Nationals Game
Emerging from his cozy undisclosed location, Dick decided to make an appearance at the Nationals' opener. In such an epoch when our nation is at constant danger, is it really wise of the powers that be to let the Vice Prez engage in such strenuous activity? I think not.
On a slightly amusing side note, Cheney was lauded with a rousing chorus of jeers from the audience/fans/whatever you call people who attend a sporting event. I wish I had been there, it would have cheered up my day to be sure. But then again, what else is an athletically apathetic person to do after the first pitch? I could always just spend the time networking with the rest of DC politicos who could care less about what's going on with the game. Or just act like Cheney and get drunk on crappy beer and eat hot dogs until I need to be shuttled off to GW Hospital for a coronary...
Jesus was a figure skater.
Floating Ice May Explain How Jesus Walked on Water, Researchers Say
Sure, he could turn water into wine, but could Jesus do a flawless triple toe loop while skating to Yanni's greatest hits? Except for the Yanni part, recent evidence suggests more than ever that this could have been the case. The rational ones among us acknowledge that global warming is taking place, so it's logical to assume that it was colder once, say about 2000 years ago, in the land and time of Jesus. This article suggests that maybe the whole 'walking on water' thing was just a bit of a cheap trick or case of bad vision for a biblical scholar. My take? If David Copperfield grew a beard, he could be a pretty convincing savior of the world too...
Not like you shouldn't switch anyway...
Just stick to potatoes.
Idaho Bill Could Target Gay Students
So those potato-pushing folks from Idaho are at it again. Well, maybe not again, but at least for the time. A contentious bill was just passed requiring parental consent to join HS clubs, coming shortly on the heels of much debate over a GLBT group at the Lake City High School.
Now, I'm not one to come out and say that there's a direct correlation between these two events, but it's looking pretty likely. Not having come out until college and having gone through a HS with virtually no acknowledgement of the existance of homosexuality (yay Catholic school!), I can only speculate on how a GLBT group could have helped me out. But considering the formative nature of teenage years, we should be trying to help kids find themselves and offer support; and (in my case too) often this is a lot easier to start doing outside the context of the parents. I think that in many cases, parental involvement is necessary, but because each kid is different with different situations at home, mandating this could drive some students into isolation, which is infinitely detrimental to their development.
::climbs off soapbox::
A moment of clarity
thank you, matthew.
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
OK, so I'll admit that I was first drawn to the title of this article, "What's Happening to Boys?" for obvious reasons. Oh, how my mind wandered to a bunch of places it probably shouldn't have...
But, to those of us in the male persuasion who (in less than 50 days) will be forced to enter the cruel world of reality, this article should be required reading and even a bit of a wake up call.
Granted, even a new XBox 360 is much cheaper than grad school for delaying the inevitable shock of the real world, but slightly less engaging (though it does limit all of that nasty 'human contact' that people keep talking about). So put your thinking caps on and the next time you find yourself playing Halo for hours upon end, just remember that you first need a job with an annoying co-worker before your skills in crushing alien freaks will come in handy.
Hunter Shot by Cheney Has Minor Heart Attack
For the longest time, I had the impression of Dick Cheney as a rather frigid persona, but I couldn't have been more wrong. It's so nice to see that for once he's sharing the wealth with a fellow friend. Welcome, Mr. Wittington, to the Cheney Cardiac Crisis Club!
(N.B. I do feel sorry for the poor guy...but the whole situation...it's just too good to pass up on!)