Whales command my attention for a day.
Guest author, Jim Terr (www.JimTerr.com), presented the following on June 2, 2009 on KUNM in Albuquerque. He said what I’ve been thinking throughout this nomination of Sonia Sotomayor and the negative turn of the word empathy. Empathy By Jim Terr Click for mp-3 audio You can also hear the live version at http://kunm.org/audiohurl.php?s0=060209TERREMPATHY.mp3&t=Y I’ll bet you didn’t know “empathy” was a bad word. In fact, in my book, it’s one of the best words, one of the best qualities, a person […]
To be this rested.
“A male vertebrate is not in charge,” claims Paul Hawken. Is this why I hear the scream of white men gone wild?
It was a geezer fest at casa Coimbra over Memorial Day Weekend. While I’m wont to reveal spouse’s and my closet secret–emotional American Idol fans–after some excellent Central Coast zins and syrahs, the secret slipped out. While railing against the political machine, our guests, whose nomdeplume shall be Melvin Fox and Patty Cake, opened the door with, “Our political system is as screwed up as American Idol. Lambert should have won.” “You guys watch American Idol?” I gingerly solicited, thinking that people like Fox and […]
Mix up some zest of Pelosi with eye of Newt and you are on your way to a nasty political brew.
Hopefully Farrah Fawcett made a career fortune so that she can survive the cost of cancer treatment.
June 25, 2009 update: Editor’s Note: We are sorry to hear of Farrah Fawcett’s passing. We pray that she rests in comfort now, and we wish her family and friends peace in her passing. To watch or not to watch, that is the question. Do I allow myself to wallow down the depths of celebrity culture? Do I watch my usual TCM classic movie instead? Do I continue plowing through a very boring classic novel? I’m wondering about tonight’s Farrah Fawcett documentary. Other […]
I say, Elizabeth, you go girl, flog that sucker.
“It would be a good idea to find your mother’s grave,” spouse gently suggested. “Sure, someday we’ll do that,” was my oft-repeated and irritated response. The inevitable visit took place on Sunday. All I knew was that Jean Haley, my mother, was in section H of Los Angeles’s historical Angelus-Rosedale Cemetery. Also in this cemetery are my matrilineal great-grandparents, grandparents, and an aunt and uncle. All people I barely knew in life. We never sat around a dinner table together. Section H […]