Is there anything better on this planet than a warm chocolate chip cookie dipped in cold milk?
What a wonderful Sunday afternoon.
More Desegregation in The South
Monday, April 23, 2007
Students of Turner County High School [in Ashburn, GA] started what they hope will become a new tradition: Black and white students attended the prom together for the first time on Saturday.
My favorite quote has to be:
"There was not anybody that I can remember that was black," [Mindy Bryan] said. "The white people have theirs, and the black people have theirs. It's nothing racial at all."
So, it's a black-white thing, but it's not racial... at all. Gotta' love The South.
Hppay Anrrisveany JB!
Friday, April 20, 2007
Today, I have been a a sworn attorney for one year. I now have two reasons to celebrate 4/20.
Kaddish
More on the death of Liviu Librescu, the Holocaust survivor killed at Virginia Tech on Monday when he barricaded a classroom door with his body so students had a few more seconds to escape.
Debris
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Sifting through the news today yielded this article about one of those who died at Virginia Tech yesterday. Liviu Librescu endured the Nazis, the ghetto, and Nicolae Ceausescu before he found himself living in Virginia and working at Virginia Tech. Librescu made himself into a human barricade to give fleeing students a few more seconds to jump out the window.
Monday was also Yom Hashoah, the Day of Remembrance of the Holocaust.
Monday was also Yom Hashoah, the Day of Remembrance of the Holocaust.
Thbbp
I'm not a virgin anymore
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Today I received my first Bar Complaint. I am now a man.
Monday, March 19, 2007
I brought sexy back, but I had to throw it away because it smelled rotten.
So...yeah...I think Pink was much better than Justin Timberlake, but that may have been the Cirque du Soleil style show and the outfits. I think I enjoyed James Taylor more...I'm getting old. I must applaud Justin for doing a tequila shot on stage. I have to try that one.
Question? Why is it that when an artist says I love it here in <insert your town name> or I heard y'all like to get buck wild in <insert your town name>, people go nuts? Did they not know that they were in <insert your town name> before? Did they not like <insert your town name> before? Clearly <insert artist or group here> likes <insert your town name> because <insert artist or group here> is getting paid <insert percentage of exhorbitant ticket price/person or slang term for 'lots of cash'> to be in <insert your town name>.
Well, at least Timbaland was there.
So...yeah...I think Pink was much better than Justin Timberlake, but that may have been the Cirque du Soleil style show and the outfits. I think I enjoyed James Taylor more...I'm getting old. I must applaud Justin for doing a tequila shot on stage. I have to try that one.
Question? Why is it that when an artist says I love it here in <insert your town name> or I heard y'all like to get buck wild in <insert your town name>, people go nuts? Did they not know that they were in <insert your town name> before? Did they not like <insert your town name> before? Clearly <insert artist or group here> likes <insert your town name> because <insert artist or group here> is getting paid <insert percentage of exhorbitant ticket price/person or slang term for 'lots of cash'> to be in <insert your town name>.
Well, at least Timbaland was there.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
I am writing this post from the lounge in the Frankfurt airport, where I am partway between home (Dulles) and my final destination (Mumbai, or for those of you still stuck in 1990, Bombay). Dulles to Frankfurt to Mumbai: a triple-play for the ever flattening world.
I bought Indian Rupees. The exchange rate, after commissions, fees, and blood-letting, worked out to 30rs per $US. For those of you keeping score at home, that's a 33% price premium (the US dollar equals about 45 rs). Didn't some guy from Nazareth have something to say about the money-changers? But no, these must be different people.
I remarked at a party once that I preferred obvious bigots to the subtle, insidious kind. I stand by that statement, particularly after meeting a fellow from Canada in line to get my Lufthansa boarding pass. He was standing there with a cart of luggage and a neon sign that read, "I hate the swarthy." It would light up when he talked. He was truly entertaining, and went on at length about the Italians. There was a family of four in front of us bearing Italian passports. But his sign blinked on and off (mostly on), and I rather enjoyed watching him be a complete ass.
I am thankful for business class. He could not follow me past the door.
I bought Indian Rupees. The exchange rate, after commissions, fees, and blood-letting, worked out to 30rs per $US. For those of you keeping score at home, that's a 33% price premium (the US dollar equals about 45 rs). Didn't some guy from Nazareth have something to say about the money-changers? But no, these must be different people.
I remarked at a party once that I preferred obvious bigots to the subtle, insidious kind. I stand by that statement, particularly after meeting a fellow from Canada in line to get my Lufthansa boarding pass. He was standing there with a cart of luggage and a neon sign that read, "I hate the swarthy." It would light up when he talked. He was truly entertaining, and went on at length about the Italians. There was a family of four in front of us bearing Italian passports. But his sign blinked on and off (mostly on), and I rather enjoyed watching him be a complete ass.
I am thankful for business class. He could not follow me past the door.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
the cross goes on the table next to the dresser and the code on the ripped up note is 2-10-4420. I have no idea where to go next. don't take the drug - it will kill you.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Just an update...
Since the guy that rear-ended us (while drunk) and drove away 14 months ago was convicted of leaving the scene and paid a $50 fine, he has also been convicted of:
Being drunk in public - Guilty in Absentia, $25 fine
Speeding (79 in a 65) (so you know he was going faster than that) - Guilty in Absentia, $70 fine
Driving on a suspended license, 3rd offense - Guilty - he showed up for this one!, sentenced to 6 months, with 5 months and 20 days suspended sentence, 30 day suspension of license (like that's going to do any good!)
Expired State Tags - Guilty in Absentia, $30 fine
Expired Inspection - Guilty in Absentia, $30 fine
And this is just in Albemarle County, just in the last year. There's also a $96 fine for doing 64 in a 45 in Fluvanna County...it's amazing, they just can't seem to catch him doing more than 15 mph over the limit! He must be a very consistent speeder.
And his birthday is in 5 days! Happy Birthday, man!
Since the guy that rear-ended us (while drunk) and drove away 14 months ago was convicted of leaving the scene and paid a $50 fine, he has also been convicted of:
Being drunk in public - Guilty in Absentia, $25 fine
Speeding (79 in a 65) (so you know he was going faster than that) - Guilty in Absentia, $70 fine
Driving on a suspended license, 3rd offense - Guilty - he showed up for this one!, sentenced to 6 months, with 5 months and 20 days suspended sentence, 30 day suspension of license (like that's going to do any good!)
Expired State Tags - Guilty in Absentia, $30 fine
Expired Inspection - Guilty in Absentia, $30 fine
And this is just in Albemarle County, just in the last year. There's also a $96 fine for doing 64 in a 45 in Fluvanna County...it's amazing, they just can't seem to catch him doing more than 15 mph over the limit! He must be a very consistent speeder.
And his birthday is in 5 days! Happy Birthday, man!
Monday, February 19, 2007
Irony.
So I get to work this morning a tiny bit later than usual (10 minutes or so). The lot turns out to be full of cars as there's a meeting here today. As I drive up the far row, someone leaves. AWESOME!
As I sat listening to an interesting XMPR piece on the history of election fraud, I realized that I was missing my laptop. Obviously there was no parking available when I returned 20 minutes later.
Damn you Murphy.
So I get to work this morning a tiny bit later than usual (10 minutes or so). The lot turns out to be full of cars as there's a meeting here today. As I drive up the far row, someone leaves. AWESOME!
As I sat listening to an interesting XMPR piece on the history of election fraud, I realized that I was missing my laptop. Obviously there was no parking available when I returned 20 minutes later.
Damn you Murphy.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
If anyone wants to come to Florida (Destin in particular) to celebate their Irish Heritage, just let me know when to pick you up from the airport. All you need to bring is a green dress, some running/walking shoes, and your drinking A-game. I promise you won't be disappointed.
Monday, February 05, 2007
In case my dear husband forgets to mention it, I want to let everyone know that for the second time, UVA has decided to admit him as a student.
Yes folks, that's right...Mr. B is going to be a double Hoo.*
*According to the Admissions webpage, this means that he is "academically competitive; [has] successfully held positions of professional responsibility related to the management of information technology; and demonstrate[s] qualities of character such as motivation, maturity, tenacity, integrity, ability to work with others, self-reliance, and leadership. " I don't know about the ability-to-work-with-others part, but the rest sounds about right. Congratulations, hon.
Yes folks, that's right...Mr. B is going to be a double Hoo.*
Wa-hoo-wa!
*According to the Admissions webpage, this means that he is "academically competitive; [has] successfully held positions of professional responsibility related to the management of information technology; and demonstrate[s] qualities of character such as motivation, maturity, tenacity, integrity, ability to work with others, self-reliance, and leadership. " I don't know about the ability-to-work-with-others part, but the rest sounds about right. Congratulations, hon.
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