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Saturday, December 29, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Sweet Charity
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SANTIAGO (Reuters) - A Chilean prostitute has auctioned 27 hours of sex to raise money for the country's largest charity during an annual fund-raising campaign.
Maria Carolina became an overnight celebrity in the conservative Roman Catholic country, making news headlines and appearing on talk shows since she made her unusual donation to the televised charity event, which runs for 27 hours starting on Friday evening.
"I've already auctioned off the 27 hours of love," Maria Carolina told Reuters on Wednesday, saying she had raised about $4,000. "One of my clients already paid. It seemed like a good deed to him."
Adult prostitution is legal in Chile. Chile's two-day Teleton fundraiser is endorsed by television stars and aims to raise funds for poor, disabled children.
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I don't suppose it's going to happen here anytime soon, but, wow, what a concept -- having sex to help poor, disabled children.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Song of Childhood
Song of Childhood By Peter Handke
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?
When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.
It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.
When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.
When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.
When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop, the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.
When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?
When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.
It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.
When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.
When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.
When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop, the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.
When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
As it Was, As it Is
As the world around us changes with blazing speed, it’s nice to happen on a spot that hasn’t changed in decades, and that’s a stretch of road between York Springs and Mt. Holly Springs, Pennsylvania. Peters Orchard store is along this road; it seems the same today as when my parents stopped there with me many years ago after a day searching for antiques.
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This time of year you’re always knocked over by the smell of fresh apples when you walk into the place, and I always think ‘ah, still here, still the same.’
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Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Prime Time Snapshot
If you had watched the most-watched programs in each time slot last week:
Monday
Dancing with the Stars
Samantha Who?
CSI Miami
Tuesday
NCIS
Dancing with the Stars
Law & Order; SVU
Wednesday
CMA Awards
Thursday
Survivor: China
CSI
Without a Trace
Friday
Ghost Whisperer
Women’s Murder Club
Numb3rs
Saturday
Cops
Criminal Minds
48 Hours Mystery
Sunday
NFL Football
60 Minutes
Extreme Makeover
NFL Football
Desperate Housewives
We like dancing stars, country music, some reality shows, some football, and lots of crime.
Monday
Dancing with the Stars
Samantha Who?
CSI Miami
Tuesday
NCIS
Dancing with the Stars
Law & Order; SVU
Wednesday
CMA Awards
Thursday
Survivor: China
CSI
Without a Trace
Friday
Ghost Whisperer
Women’s Murder Club
Numb3rs
Saturday
Cops
Criminal Minds
48 Hours Mystery
Sunday
NFL Football
60 Minutes
Extreme Makeover
NFL Football
Desperate Housewives
We like dancing stars, country music, some reality shows, some football, and lots of crime.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Annoyances
Presidential debates. Do we really need this many, and do we really need to have them this far from the election. No and no.
People who read while they’re walking. It’s dangerous, and you look stupid. Stop it.
People who use cell phones while driving. It’s not an urgent matter that your best friend Jill know you’re driving around aimlessly, that you couldn’t get a spot out of your blouse last night, and that your husband has a wart on his toe. Shut up and drive.
Wireless headsets on cell phones. Hey Buddy, are you talking to me? We’re out in public here. I don’t want to hear you chatting up your secretary or outlining your grand plan to reorganize the office. Please, SHUT UP!
BMW drivers. We should demand mandatory valium doses for these aggressive bastards. Aggressive behavior is fine in many situations, but not on the highway.
Shrinkwrap packaging. Jesus, it takes crowbars and knives to get into some of this stuff. Can’t someone invent a simple way to open this shit.
Hey, I feel all better now.
People who read while they’re walking. It’s dangerous, and you look stupid. Stop it.
People who use cell phones while driving. It’s not an urgent matter that your best friend Jill know you’re driving around aimlessly, that you couldn’t get a spot out of your blouse last night, and that your husband has a wart on his toe. Shut up and drive.
Wireless headsets on cell phones. Hey Buddy, are you talking to me? We’re out in public here. I don’t want to hear you chatting up your secretary or outlining your grand plan to reorganize the office. Please, SHUT UP!
BMW drivers. We should demand mandatory valium doses for these aggressive bastards. Aggressive behavior is fine in many situations, but not on the highway.
Shrinkwrap packaging. Jesus, it takes crowbars and knives to get into some of this stuff. Can’t someone invent a simple way to open this shit.
Hey, I feel all better now.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Mae West Said
- Between two evils, I always pick the one I haven't tried before.
- When women go wrong, men go right after them.
- I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.
- Sex with love is the greatest thing in life. But sex without love - that's not so bad either.
- Too much of a good thing can be simply wonderful.
- When women go wrong, men go right after them.
- I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.
- Sex with love is the greatest thing in life. But sex without love - that's not so bad either.
- Too much of a good thing can be simply wonderful.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Solar
Twenty teams of college students from around the world are building a village of solar-powered homes on the Mall. The buildings will be judged in architectural, comfort, lighting, engineering and other calegories. The winner will be announced tomorrow.
The University of Maryland team currently tops the leader board.
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The entry from the University of Madrid
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
A TV Guide
Tom Shales of the Washington Post is my favorite TV critic. In last Friday's column, he summed up the new TV season:
What a freak show prime time has become. You’ve got your satanic messenger boys, your time-traveling sad sacks, your psycho chefs, homicidal housewives, superhero slackers, crazed sugar magnates, fox-trotting has-beens, and, oh yes, a town populated and governed by kiddies.
What a freak show prime time has become. You’ve got your satanic messenger boys, your time-traveling sad sacks, your psycho chefs, homicidal housewives, superhero slackers, crazed sugar magnates, fox-trotting has-beens, and, oh yes, a town populated and governed by kiddies.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Friday, September 07, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Wee Little Houses
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Circus people occupied the houses in the 1920's, and in the basement of the second house was a speakeasy and a brothel.
Small immigrant laborers (boysenberry pickers) lived in the houses until recently when the subprime mortgage crisis forced them out into the nearby hills.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
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