A Quest for the Daily Good
Because I own and drive a vehicle, live in a home thick with petroleum-based products, and the miscellaneous impacts of my carbon footprint, I am a part of this ecological nightmare’s cause.
Because I own and drive a vehicle, live in a home thick with petroleum-based products, and the miscellaneous impacts of my carbon footprint, I am a part of this ecological nightmare’s cause.
To say that my heart dropped to the lowest ocean depths possible with the BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, and to say that my fury with loud mouthed hypocritical politicians and their pundits has raised my blood pressure to blast me out from the lowest ocean depths, is more than a marginal metaphor.
When the same search term shows up on this blog’s statistics, I smell buzz, interest and something’s going on. “Rahm Fama” and variations of his name, keep showing in my search engine terms. So, I’m smelling meat. Really. Meat. As I reported in January https://charmainesmusepallet.wordpress.com/2010/01/06/chef-rahm-fama-vegetarians-be-advised/ vegetarians and PETA advocates, be advised, Chef Fama, “a kid from Santa Fe,” was under consideration for a new Food Channel program, Meat Masters. Rahm slayed the bull and won the position. Chef Rahm Fama is The Meat Master and […]
While I’d love to be her perfect child, my imperfections lead me down the road that erases Mother’s perfection from my memory. Understand I’m not her worse child. Others far exceed my lack of respect, but if I was one of her finest, I’d always practice what I preach.
Route 66 traverses my American life. My father bought a canvas radiator water bag for the blue and white 1955 Chevy wagon. We packed fried chicken, buttered white bread, hard-boiled eggs and Oreo cookies in a basket, and left California behind to see the USA in our Chevrolet eastbound on Route 66. When school returned each September, the iconic “What I did Last Summer” essays by classmates told tales about live lions, snake pits, dancing Indians, and buffalo burgers all experienced along the […]
And while all these hippies were free loving each other, “they begat the Credit Card Generation.” (I’m still thinking this had to have been a parody.)
There you go again politicizing and “religious-cizing” the natural disaster in Haiti. From here on out I will not purchase anything advertised on the broadcast/print media that help fund these old idiotic white men.
Welcome Tiger Woods to The Cockamamie Club.
“…And then there was our former Miss California, Carrie Prejean , who during her hormonal rampant teen time, videotaped some solo sport which she “innocently” sent to her lonely boyfriend. It wasn’t sex. And one must also understand that because she’s a model, sexiness is her job…”
350 is the optimum PPM of carbon dioxide in our atmosphere. This Saturday, Oct. 24, 2009, you can learn more about how you can help bring our present 387 PPM of carbon dioxide back down to a safe level.