"You can't sing anymore, you can't dance anymore, you can't drive anymore -- but you can still write,"
Sunday, July 31, 2011
QUOTE OF THE DAY
Saturday, July 30, 2011
When AUTHORS Attack . . .
“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”
- William Faulkner on Ernest Hemingway
“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”
- Ernest Hemingway on William Faulkner
Friday, July 29, 2011
QUOTE OF THE DAY
Drawing upon modern Catholic social thought and the work of Thomas Aquinas’ political thinking, the goal of law and political authority is to serve, enhance, and protect the common good of society ... It is perhaps ironic – or tragic – that the common good is the one element that seems to be missing from the current national debate.
Some of the more extreme elements seem entirely willing to let the whole system come to a crashing halt rather than think about long-term solutions that seek to protect the common good of all involved.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
"No One Will Cry Mercy Like Her."
in which my greater self rose up before me accusing me of my life with her extra finger whirling in a gyre of rage at what my days had come to. what, i pleaded with her, could i do, oh what could i have done? and she twisted her wild hair and sparked her wild eyesand screamed as long as i could hear her This. This. This.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
QUOTE OF THE DAY
I've thought a lot about this since yesterday. I've stewed over it. Rued over it. And as drunkenly ridiculous as this may sound, I think America needs groups like the Westboro Baptist Church to crop up every once in a while.
Why? Because they show us the wrong way to live. They show us what hate really looks like, thereby solidifying many of our beliefs in true justice, love, tolerance, and equality.
So thank you, WBC, for being such major jackasses!
And remember kiddies, if the Westboro Baptist Church hates you, that must mean you're doing something right!
- Danielle B, Jezebel.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
I REALLY Am At A Loss For Words
(Via White Whine)

This actually reminds me of the story my mom told about taking her Head Start kids on their first trip to a farm. It was a wonderful educational day for urban kids, and they saw lambys, and duckys, and chickys, and piggys.
They also got the chance to have some wholesome milk, fresh from the cow.
Needless to say, they freaked.
To them, milk came from the store, in cartons. "THAT WAS GROSS!"
Many swore off milk altogether once assured that, yes, this is actually where their milk really originated.
Many swore off milk altogether once assured that, yes, this is actually where their milk really originated.

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