i haven't finished going through my music. it seems like it would be easy. just throw it away. no. each CD gets a final listen. not the whole thing. just the songs i know will take me somewhere.
first up today...plus one. i was never actually a FAN, fan. i only own their CD because i borrowed my sister's copy, and scratched it, so i had to buy her a new one. and i kept the scratched one. you could say i was a closet fan. i really like to sing, and they had good singing music. i thought. then in college, i discovered bohemian rhapsody. um. anyway. the fact that the timing of the music and the video don't line up...only adds to the viewing experience for this one.
the music group "three strand" is so obscure, they don't have any music on youtube.
and watermark! i'm keeping some of them on itunes. she has such a beautiful voice. i remember longing to sing like her. i remember singing this song...hundreds of times.
and this is not music, but it is something youtube recommended i watch. i have no idea why. this guy is annoying, but the facts...are so interesting. thanks youtube!
i need to go pack my sombrero now...
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
F.
i'm behind schedule.
i was supposed to finish packing today, and organize my boxes and furniture to make moving easier. but then my foot fell off*. it makes things like taking the trash out...a lot harder. and moving things around.
i wanted to take a load of things to goodwill or salvation army, but i can't really carry anything. especially not down stairs. it's not even all boxed up yet, like it was supposed to be.
i was so excited to have all the piles ready. boxes here, shelves there, donations there. i like piles. i like organization.
it is so unfortunate that i'm due to register my new car at the same time i'm moving. the expiration date for my current registration is march 31st. i don't know if that matters, since i'm transferring it to a new car. i'm sure it does. but i had to wait until i moved, so i could have paperwork with my new address. i have to get my oil changed ($25 if i'm lucky) so i can get the emissions tested. i'm not even sure how much all of that is going to cost, since it's a new registration. and i'll have to transfer the title to me, and pay tax on it.
my norton subscription had to be renewed today. goodbye $60.
i say i'm overwhelmed, but that's not really true. i've been overwhelmed before. this ain't it. this is just annoyance. kinks in the plan. stuff to be ironed out. you know, whatever those phrases are.
*i got this major blister on the bottom of my foot after a couple miles when i walked on saturday, for the half-marathon training. i walked another 5 miles, because i'm stubborn. i think that because of how i compensated, i messed up my ankle. or heel. or both. because it hurts pretty bad when i walk. i have crutches now, though. i borrowed them from someone. crutches! can you believe that. i watched a youtube tutorial on how to use them.
i was supposed to finish packing today, and organize my boxes and furniture to make moving easier. but then my foot fell off*. it makes things like taking the trash out...a lot harder. and moving things around.
i wanted to take a load of things to goodwill or salvation army, but i can't really carry anything. especially not down stairs. it's not even all boxed up yet, like it was supposed to be.
i was so excited to have all the piles ready. boxes here, shelves there, donations there. i like piles. i like organization.
it is so unfortunate that i'm due to register my new car at the same time i'm moving. the expiration date for my current registration is march 31st. i don't know if that matters, since i'm transferring it to a new car. i'm sure it does. but i had to wait until i moved, so i could have paperwork with my new address. i have to get my oil changed ($25 if i'm lucky) so i can get the emissions tested. i'm not even sure how much all of that is going to cost, since it's a new registration. and i'll have to transfer the title to me, and pay tax on it.
my norton subscription had to be renewed today. goodbye $60.
i say i'm overwhelmed, but that's not really true. i've been overwhelmed before. this ain't it. this is just annoyance. kinks in the plan. stuff to be ironed out. you know, whatever those phrases are.
*i got this major blister on the bottom of my foot after a couple miles when i walked on saturday, for the half-marathon training. i walked another 5 miles, because i'm stubborn. i think that because of how i compensated, i messed up my ankle. or heel. or both. because it hurts pretty bad when i walk. i have crutches now, though. i borrowed them from someone. crutches! can you believe that. i watched a youtube tutorial on how to use them.
Monday, March 22, 2010
purge.
i'm still going through my old music.
when i was in high school i went through a phase where i would talk about how terrible boys are.
even though inside i loved them, loved them, loved them.
anyway. it was a phase. it happened.
now i don't think boys are terrible. and i for sure don't talk about them being jerks. i know some good men. this one guy i knew in college used to say "it's true that all guys are jerks, but all girls are crazy."
fair. fair enough.
a band i'm ashamed to admit i used to listen to wrote this little tune about that very topic.
i remember listening to that over and over thinking "is this true?" it turns out that it IS. they grow up oh, so well. but that doesn't mean they'll ask you out.
it's so interesting to listen to this music NOW. now that i know "where i ended up" in my mid- (to late, holy crap!) twenties.. i had so many questions about what life and relationships would look like at this point. i remember everything i wondered about. everything i felt.
oh, little allison.
you should have snuck out of the house at least once. i can't believe you got grounded for not doing laundry, and that was the extent of your rebellion.
this is not thought-provoking or laughable, i just wanted to drive home the point that i listened to A LOT of random christian artists you've NEVER HEARD OF.
and this is not embarrassing, or funny. this is my favorite band. always will be. don't care if you laugh. i would pee my pants if i could see them live again. a month or so ago i passed up the opportunity to see ben sollee, to see a different show with friends. that would never, ever happen if the orange county supertones were playing. i would go by myself. i would pay any price. i would stay up late.
i feel 16 again watching this video.
timeless.
when i was in high school i went through a phase where i would talk about how terrible boys are.
even though inside i loved them, loved them, loved them.
anyway. it was a phase. it happened.
now i don't think boys are terrible. and i for sure don't talk about them being jerks. i know some good men. this one guy i knew in college used to say "it's true that all guys are jerks, but all girls are crazy."
fair. fair enough.
a band i'm ashamed to admit i used to listen to wrote this little tune about that very topic.
i remember listening to that over and over thinking "is this true?" it turns out that it IS. they grow up oh, so well. but that doesn't mean they'll ask you out.
it's so interesting to listen to this music NOW. now that i know "where i ended up" in my mid- (to late, holy crap!) twenties.. i had so many questions about what life and relationships would look like at this point. i remember everything i wondered about. everything i felt.
oh, little allison.
you should have snuck out of the house at least once. i can't believe you got grounded for not doing laundry, and that was the extent of your rebellion.
this is not thought-provoking or laughable, i just wanted to drive home the point that i listened to A LOT of random christian artists you've NEVER HEARD OF.
and this is not embarrassing, or funny. this is my favorite band. always will be. don't care if you laugh. i would pee my pants if i could see them live again. a month or so ago i passed up the opportunity to see ben sollee, to see a different show with friends. that would never, ever happen if the orange county supertones were playing. i would go by myself. i would pay any price. i would stay up late.
i feel 16 again watching this video.
timeless.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
gush.
too much going on. too much on my mind. too hard to avoid it all.
can we please talk about how beautiful and adorable my niece is?
that has to be the best smile you've ever seen. has to be.
can we please talk about how beautiful and adorable my niece is?
that has to be the best smile you've ever seen. has to be.
Friday, March 19, 2010
WRA
i was not planning on getting rid of any of my CDs during this move.
dozens of CDS from my middle school and high school years.
but at some point i decided it's silly to keep them. i never listen to them. i don't think this statement is going to make sense to anyone, but my feelings are trapped in them. one listen to any of those songs instantly takes me back to all the time spent listening to them, and i can remember exactly what i thought and felt. vividly. i can remember the hopes and dreams i used to have. the fears and insecurities. it's all tied up in the music, for me.
but i don't want to be a person who has a bunch of "stuff" sitting around. i do not need all of this stuff. i sorted through them. i am getting rid of half of my CDs. it. feels. weird.
let's move on to the funny.
when y'all find music from your past, there's probably not too much shame involved. i imagine you listened to michael jackson or something. that's cool, you know.
this, however, is not.
shiver.
let's erase that from your memory.
dozens of CDS from my middle school and high school years.
but at some point i decided it's silly to keep them. i never listen to them. i don't think this statement is going to make sense to anyone, but my feelings are trapped in them. one listen to any of those songs instantly takes me back to all the time spent listening to them, and i can remember exactly what i thought and felt. vividly. i can remember the hopes and dreams i used to have. the fears and insecurities. it's all tied up in the music, for me.
but i don't want to be a person who has a bunch of "stuff" sitting around. i do not need all of this stuff. i sorted through them. i am getting rid of half of my CDs. it. feels. weird.
let's move on to the funny.
when y'all find music from your past, there's probably not too much shame involved. i imagine you listened to michael jackson or something. that's cool, you know.
this, however, is not.
shiver.
let's erase that from your memory.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
dunder mifflin, this is pam.
a few weeks ago...
me: how far in advance do i need to give you my new address, so it will be on my paycheck, so i can use that as a "proof of residency" to register my new car?
my boss: oh just a week before! just a week!
last night's staff meeting...
my boss: let's play a game! you draw a question out of the bag, and then answer it! this is so fun!
a coworker: what makes me angry? hmm. ok. miscommunication. or bad communication. that makes me really angry.
everyone else: *heads nodding* yeah, seriously.
this morning....
me: here's my new address, so it will show up on next week's paycheck.
my boss: well, i'll try. things don't usually go through that fast.
me: how far in advance do i need to give you my new address, so it will be on my paycheck, so i can use that as a "proof of residency" to register my new car?
my boss: oh just a week before! just a week!
last night's staff meeting...
my boss: let's play a game! you draw a question out of the bag, and then answer it! this is so fun!
a coworker: what makes me angry? hmm. ok. miscommunication. or bad communication. that makes me really angry.
everyone else: *heads nodding* yeah, seriously.
this morning....
me: here's my new address, so it will show up on next week's paycheck.
my boss: well, i'll try. things don't usually go through that fast.
Monday, March 15, 2010
pros.
reasons i am excited to move:
- i don't know what you call the street i live on now. a highway? i don't know. i call it the bane of my existence. because it's so busy the traffic wakes me up before my alarm, every morning.
- i won't have to sit in traffic to go to Bible study, or other things that happen at night in that part of town. i'm really not that far from east nashville, unless it's between 5 and 6:30pm. then it takes me 7 years to get there.
- my bedroom floor is wooden. i have never had a wood floor. how charming. i might not be able to resist stomping around on it for the first few days.
- my room is small. that sounds like a con. it is not. i think it's so cozy and adorable.
- i get to live in east nashville! with the stores and the restaurants and the people and the sidewalks and the children running around.
reasons i am saddish to move:
- the memories in this apartment.
love you, always.
- the saloon doors in my bathroom.
that would be...it.
- i don't know what you call the street i live on now. a highway? i don't know. i call it the bane of my existence. because it's so busy the traffic wakes me up before my alarm, every morning.
- i won't have to sit in traffic to go to Bible study, or other things that happen at night in that part of town. i'm really not that far from east nashville, unless it's between 5 and 6:30pm. then it takes me 7 years to get there.
- my bedroom floor is wooden. i have never had a wood floor. how charming. i might not be able to resist stomping around on it for the first few days.
- my room is small. that sounds like a con. it is not. i think it's so cozy and adorable.
- i get to live in east nashville! with the stores and the restaurants and the people and the sidewalks and the children running around.
reasons i am saddish to move:
- the memories in this apartment.
love you, always.
- the saloon doors in my bathroom.
that would be...it.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
shame.
the worst of the packing, i think, is over.
at least in terms of absurdity. i've finished with my closet. which is where i apparently stored 7 trash bags full of JUNK. i cannot believe the things i kept in there, just sitting in boxes. what did i think i was going to do with this stuff??
- a pregnany test from a white elephant party. sure, it was funny. but why did i keep it?
- artifacts from when i was a children's ministry intern. pictures that were colored for me, and samples of the brochures and posters i created.
- receipts. from like, my entire life.
- posters of bands. i threw out 20 or so. did i think i was going to hang those up again? plastering your walls with posters is cool when you're 19. not so much when you're 26. and, ok, so maybe i kept 5 or 6. the ones that were my favorites. i can see myself sharing that music with future generations and giving them the posters. passing them on. i think that's charming. if my parents had given me old music posters i would have peed my pants. or i could frame a couple of them, like an adult.
this is the problem, isn't it.
- a little dry erase board from my college dorm days. why. why. why did i keep that. to hang on my front door for neighbors to leave me notes? aw. maybe i will. just kidding.
- so. many. movie. ticket. stubs.
- an easter snow globe. i am not going to be that old lady. but i guess i was heading there before tonight.
- i've discussed the notes from my college days.
- and the braces. which i am keeping. because it's funny.
old habits die hard?
at least in terms of absurdity. i've finished with my closet. which is where i apparently stored 7 trash bags full of JUNK. i cannot believe the things i kept in there, just sitting in boxes. what did i think i was going to do with this stuff??
- a pregnany test from a white elephant party. sure, it was funny. but why did i keep it?
- artifacts from when i was a children's ministry intern. pictures that were colored for me, and samples of the brochures and posters i created.
- receipts. from like, my entire life.
- posters of bands. i threw out 20 or so. did i think i was going to hang those up again? plastering your walls with posters is cool when you're 19. not so much when you're 26. and, ok, so maybe i kept 5 or 6. the ones that were my favorites. i can see myself sharing that music with future generations and giving them the posters. passing them on. i think that's charming. if my parents had given me old music posters i would have peed my pants. or i could frame a couple of them, like an adult.
this is the problem, isn't it.
- a little dry erase board from my college dorm days. why. why. why did i keep that. to hang on my front door for neighbors to leave me notes? aw. maybe i will. just kidding.
- so. many. movie. ticket. stubs.
- an easter snow globe. i am not going to be that old lady. but i guess i was heading there before tonight.
- i've discussed the notes from my college days.
- and the braces. which i am keeping. because it's funny.
old habits die hard?
b-e-l-m-o-n-t, grrrrrr.
i started packing today.
i already knew i'd be bagging up several items to donate. old clothes that are still in good condition, a box full of picture frames i never use anymore. i expected to find those things stuffed in my closet, taking up unnecessary space.
i have found some things i forgot about.
like my braces. from when i was 12.
i've found a lot of stuff that needs to be thrown out, and i know that, but it's still hard. there's absolutely no reason for me to keep binders full of notes from college. i have no idea why perusing them makes me emotional.
i laughed when i found my sociology papers. thats right, i kept the papers too. STEPNICK. i turned my professor's name into an epithet. i hated that class. which is funny, because i love sociology now. but it also funny to read the notes because i forgot how bold i was in that class. i guess the first assignment was a list of questions that we had to answer. and one of them was about WebCT, belmont's innovative intranet discussion boards. at least they felt it was innovative. i felt it was a joke, and a waste of time. and most of that first paper was about that. i was basically like "if you feel that forcing us to answer questions on a discussion board will produce honest thoughts and natural dialogue, i disagree, but i'll do it because you tell us to." phrased in lots of creative ways. STEPNICK.
anyway.
i guess for one class we had to write down our long-term goals. and i remembered, as i read them again, that i didn't desire a single one of them. i was just writing down what i felt like i should aim for. so weird. the last goal was actually "live in Texas until i die." heh. i think my family thinks that's still my goal...i haven't quite had the heart to tell them...no...
on a different sheet of paper, i found some short-term goals.
1) graduate in august with honors, magna cum laude.
i settled for cum laude, but still feel proud.
2) find a real job
i have adjusted my definition of "real." so...done.
3) go to brazil to visit my sponsored child.
still a goal, but more long-term now.
4) write a song.
have absolutely no desire to do such a thing anymore. although i did find a journal of when i used to attempt it, way back in 2003. gross.
5) pay off student loans.
laughable!
i can't put my finger on why i have held onto these things, and why i want to still. they're in a pile of trash right now, where they should be. i kept my first planner, and my first notebook full of notes, and a few things like that. but not much else. and i want to cry! i'm not going to. it's just...there.
who knew i had such silly idols sitting in my closet? notes and tests. matching folders and notebooks. maybe it's because they're tangible, unlike my memories. and putting my hands on them takes me back. i don't just have to remember, i can see.
i found a journal from high school, too. oh boy, was i a mess. i was also incredibly full of hope. part of me wants to give my old self a realistic slap in the face, but the other part of me says...maybe you were better off that way. slightly insane, though.
i don't know what assignment this is for, it was just a stray piece of notebook paper from my Christian Doctrine class. dated 3/30/06. almost four years ago. right before i graduated.
There is no lasting peace outside of Christianity. Peace is really important to me. How am I going to find a job in the music industry if no one is ever hiring? How will I pay off my debt without a "real" job? What do people think of me? Why do boys like other girls better than me? Where am I going to live when I graduate? What will I do when my very old car dies since I have no money? Where should I look for a job - what state?*
Peace.
Whom have I in Heaven but You?
And earth has nothing I desire besides You.
My flesh and my heart may fail
but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
...
But as for me, it is good to be near God.
I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge,
I will tell of all Your deeds.
- Psalm 73: 25-26, 28
ahhh, change. your winds are blowing again.
*music industry, shmusic industry.
my debt owns me, i've accepted it.
my narcissism handles this one some days, but people do like me.
just not like that.
HERE.
provided for.
right here.
i already knew i'd be bagging up several items to donate. old clothes that are still in good condition, a box full of picture frames i never use anymore. i expected to find those things stuffed in my closet, taking up unnecessary space.
i have found some things i forgot about.
like my braces. from when i was 12.
i've found a lot of stuff that needs to be thrown out, and i know that, but it's still hard. there's absolutely no reason for me to keep binders full of notes from college. i have no idea why perusing them makes me emotional.
i laughed when i found my sociology papers. thats right, i kept the papers too. STEPNICK. i turned my professor's name into an epithet. i hated that class. which is funny, because i love sociology now. but it also funny to read the notes because i forgot how bold i was in that class. i guess the first assignment was a list of questions that we had to answer. and one of them was about WebCT, belmont's innovative intranet discussion boards. at least they felt it was innovative. i felt it was a joke, and a waste of time. and most of that first paper was about that. i was basically like "if you feel that forcing us to answer questions on a discussion board will produce honest thoughts and natural dialogue, i disagree, but i'll do it because you tell us to." phrased in lots of creative ways. STEPNICK.
anyway.
i guess for one class we had to write down our long-term goals. and i remembered, as i read them again, that i didn't desire a single one of them. i was just writing down what i felt like i should aim for. so weird. the last goal was actually "live in Texas until i die." heh. i think my family thinks that's still my goal...i haven't quite had the heart to tell them...no...
on a different sheet of paper, i found some short-term goals.
1) graduate in august with honors, magna cum laude.
i settled for cum laude, but still feel proud.
2) find a real job
i have adjusted my definition of "real." so...done.
3) go to brazil to visit my sponsored child.
still a goal, but more long-term now.
4) write a song.
have absolutely no desire to do such a thing anymore. although i did find a journal of when i used to attempt it, way back in 2003. gross.
5) pay off student loans.
laughable!
i can't put my finger on why i have held onto these things, and why i want to still. they're in a pile of trash right now, where they should be. i kept my first planner, and my first notebook full of notes, and a few things like that. but not much else. and i want to cry! i'm not going to. it's just...there.
who knew i had such silly idols sitting in my closet? notes and tests. matching folders and notebooks. maybe it's because they're tangible, unlike my memories. and putting my hands on them takes me back. i don't just have to remember, i can see.
i found a journal from high school, too. oh boy, was i a mess. i was also incredibly full of hope. part of me wants to give my old self a realistic slap in the face, but the other part of me says...maybe you were better off that way. slightly insane, though.
i don't know what assignment this is for, it was just a stray piece of notebook paper from my Christian Doctrine class. dated 3/30/06. almost four years ago. right before i graduated.
There is no lasting peace outside of Christianity. Peace is really important to me. How am I going to find a job in the music industry if no one is ever hiring? How will I pay off my debt without a "real" job? What do people think of me? Why do boys like other girls better than me? Where am I going to live when I graduate? What will I do when my very old car dies since I have no money? Where should I look for a job - what state?*
Peace.
Whom have I in Heaven but You?
And earth has nothing I desire besides You.
My flesh and my heart may fail
but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
...
But as for me, it is good to be near God.
I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge,
I will tell of all Your deeds.
- Psalm 73: 25-26, 28
ahhh, change. your winds are blowing again.
*music industry, shmusic industry.
my debt owns me, i've accepted it.
my narcissism handles this one some days, but people do like me.
just not like that.
HERE.
provided for.
right here.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
babysitter FAIL.
every now and then i get called to babysit for this one neighborhood group at my church, whenever their regular person can't do it.
i don't know who she is, but she has a bit of a mess to clean up next week.
every single time i watch them, the kids beg me to tell stories that they can act out. as brilliant, witty, hilarious, clever, and creative as i am...i am not good at making stories up on the spot.
they demanded a tale involving a castle, a princess, adam and eve, a monster, and spiderman.
this is how it almost went.
me: once upon a time, a princess lived in a castle. it was a very big castle, with many rooms. she could play in her room, in the library, in the toy room, even in the king's room. in adam and eve's room. in spiderman's room...but there was one room she was not allowed to play in. the secret room. one day when she was exploring the castle, she heard a very strange noise coming from the secret room. she went up to the door to listen, heard some sort of animal, knocked on the door, and..."
one of the children: don't go in the secret room! DON'T GO IN THE SECRET ROOM!!!!
yeah...
i accidentally scared the crap out of them...
i don't know who she is, but she has a bit of a mess to clean up next week.
every single time i watch them, the kids beg me to tell stories that they can act out. as brilliant, witty, hilarious, clever, and creative as i am...i am not good at making stories up on the spot.
they demanded a tale involving a castle, a princess, adam and eve, a monster, and spiderman.
this is how it almost went.
me: once upon a time, a princess lived in a castle. it was a very big castle, with many rooms. she could play in her room, in the library, in the toy room, even in the king's room. in adam and eve's room. in spiderman's room...but there was one room she was not allowed to play in. the secret room. one day when she was exploring the castle, she heard a very strange noise coming from the secret room. she went up to the door to listen, heard some sort of animal, knocked on the door, and..."
one of the children: don't go in the secret room! DON'T GO IN THE SECRET ROOM!!!!
yeah...
i accidentally scared the crap out of them...
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
yack.
i haven't been blogging as much lately.
quick updates:
- i am walking the half-marathon in april.
!
it's fun to have specific goals for each week. 4 miles here. 9 miles there.
- i just started reading "the art of war" by sun tzu. i know it's probably wrong to be impressed with myself, but i so am.
- i've gotten to hear lots of live music lately. the best kind of music.
- i'm moving soon. i'm going to live with another human being again. i hope i don't act like an animal.
- today i had to tell a kid in my class not to chew on someone else's jacket. yeah. never had to go there before.
- i had my first real conversation with my niece on the phone! i've tried before, but she just stares at the phone. she jabbered a lot this time! a couple times i didn't understand one little syllable, but my sister would say that she was trying to tell me a story about something that happened to her that day. how cute is that. and one time i made her laugh. and one time she called me Jesus. and she can count and say her ABC's. and there's a baby in her mommy's tummy. that makes 2 nieces for me! i feel so lucky. it's such a delight to love kailey.
- its 10pm. my blogging law forbids me from saying anything else.
quick updates:
- i am walking the half-marathon in april.
!
it's fun to have specific goals for each week. 4 miles here. 9 miles there.
- i just started reading "the art of war" by sun tzu. i know it's probably wrong to be impressed with myself, but i so am.
- i've gotten to hear lots of live music lately. the best kind of music.
- i'm moving soon. i'm going to live with another human being again. i hope i don't act like an animal.
- today i had to tell a kid in my class not to chew on someone else's jacket. yeah. never had to go there before.
- i had my first real conversation with my niece on the phone! i've tried before, but she just stares at the phone. she jabbered a lot this time! a couple times i didn't understand one little syllable, but my sister would say that she was trying to tell me a story about something that happened to her that day. how cute is that. and one time i made her laugh. and one time she called me Jesus. and she can count and say her ABC's. and there's a baby in her mommy's tummy. that makes 2 nieces for me! i feel so lucky. it's such a delight to love kailey.
- its 10pm. my blogging law forbids me from saying anything else.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
spidey sense.
i think i've mentioned that i read glenn greenwald, on salon.com. a political blogger. he's made a couple statements in the past few days that i really like...
one post was about how there are lawyers in our country stepping up to represent people accused of terrorism or being terrorists in our country, and it damages their careers and reputations. they do it because "we" (this country) boast of our sense of justice and everyone's right to a fair trial, and they actually believe that.
"We all have a tendency to look back on shameful events in our nation's history -- slavery, the internment of Japanese-Americans, the McCarthyite witch hunts -- and like to believe that we would have been on the right side of those conflicts and would have vigorously opposed those responsible for the wrongs. Here we have real, live, contemporary McCarthyites in our midst -- Liz Cheney and Bill Kristol -- launching a repulsive smear campaign, and we'll see what the reaction is and how they're treated by our political and media elites."
that thought can apply to so many things. how do we feel about accused (please note the emphasis) terrorists getting a chance to present their case (because there is no evidence against a lot of them)? but also...what do we do about sex trafficking? childhood slavery? will we look back and be proud of where we stood and what action we took? or be ashamed because we pretended it wasn't happening, or because we were biased and prejudiced?
and:
"There are many legitimate ways to measure Craziness; the extent to which one deviates from the orthodoxies of the political establishment is most assuredly not one of them. If anything, given the character and record of the American political establishment, such deviation is a necessary (though not sufficient) condition for actual sanity."
i know i've mentioned that i voted third party in the presidential election, and i feel better about that decision every time i think about it. i'm not crazy! and neither is the guy i voted for.
and here's a fun quote from the federalist papers:
pause. who am i?? reading political blogs, reading the federalist papers...i feel like i'm too ridiculous to care about these things. it seems like i shouldn't be allowed to even speak of them. one time i wrote an ode to nyquil in haiku form. and now i'm quoting alexander hamilton. anyway...
"Necessity, especially in politics, often occasions false hopes, false reasonings, and a system of measures correspondingly erroneous."
i see that. people try to make change in our nation and government because that change really needs to be made. but without an appropriate amount of consideration...well. we'll see, won't we.
one post was about how there are lawyers in our country stepping up to represent people accused of terrorism or being terrorists in our country, and it damages their careers and reputations. they do it because "we" (this country) boast of our sense of justice and everyone's right to a fair trial, and they actually believe that.
"We all have a tendency to look back on shameful events in our nation's history -- slavery, the internment of Japanese-Americans, the McCarthyite witch hunts -- and like to believe that we would have been on the right side of those conflicts and would have vigorously opposed those responsible for the wrongs. Here we have real, live, contemporary McCarthyites in our midst -- Liz Cheney and Bill Kristol -- launching a repulsive smear campaign, and we'll see what the reaction is and how they're treated by our political and media elites."
that thought can apply to so many things. how do we feel about accused (please note the emphasis) terrorists getting a chance to present their case (because there is no evidence against a lot of them)? but also...what do we do about sex trafficking? childhood slavery? will we look back and be proud of where we stood and what action we took? or be ashamed because we pretended it wasn't happening, or because we were biased and prejudiced?
and:
"There are many legitimate ways to measure Craziness; the extent to which one deviates from the orthodoxies of the political establishment is most assuredly not one of them. If anything, given the character and record of the American political establishment, such deviation is a necessary (though not sufficient) condition for actual sanity."
i know i've mentioned that i voted third party in the presidential election, and i feel better about that decision every time i think about it. i'm not crazy! and neither is the guy i voted for.
and here's a fun quote from the federalist papers:
pause. who am i?? reading political blogs, reading the federalist papers...i feel like i'm too ridiculous to care about these things. it seems like i shouldn't be allowed to even speak of them. one time i wrote an ode to nyquil in haiku form. and now i'm quoting alexander hamilton. anyway...
"Necessity, especially in politics, often occasions false hopes, false reasonings, and a system of measures correspondingly erroneous."
i see that. people try to make change in our nation and government because that change really needs to be made. but without an appropriate amount of consideration...well. we'll see, won't we.
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