Thanks to the amzing tech skills of !!Russ!!, the blog is now updated to the newest version of MT. What does that mean? Not a clue :) It looks really different behind the scenes, so I guess I have a lot of new stuff to learn.
Russ adds: my skills are not so amazing - comments are not yet functional. I'll be working on them until I get the problem resolved.
This happened in the town near where my family lives in Utah.
Parents in danger: The boy breaks free of duct tape, plunges knife five times into the man's back
I'm a big fan of the show 4400, and one of the stars Billy Campbell. But he hasn't been around much this season. Why? Turns out he spent thirteen months crewing on the Picton Castle. How cool is that?
An excerpt from a recent interview:
As for Campbell, who was a crew member of the Picton Castle, he said he appreciated being able to go on his adventure. "I don't remember the precise conversation, but I do remember saying to my agent, 'You know, I'm going to be on a boat for 13 months,' and being shocked when she came back and said, 'Well, they're OK with that,'" Campbell said. "I thought for sure I'd never hear from those guys again. And then, of course, the conversations after that sort of went, 'But they want to know if they need you a few months earlier than 13 months, is that OK?' I said, 'Well, let them know that I'm circumnavigating the planet, and the moment I get back to my starting point, I'll be happy to come back.' And the next conversation was, 'Well, if they need you a few weeks earlier ... ?' But it kept on, and I kept thinking, 'Well, they're probably going to cut me off at some point and say, "You know what? We've thought about this again ... ."' But it never happened, so I was thrilled. It must be one of the only jobs in the world that I could have that would allow me to take a year and sail around the world."
Massachusetts Gov. Mitt Romney told the California GOP convention Saturday the United States should encourage foreigners with skills to immigrate, while discouraging those who come here illegally and without skills.
"It is wrong for us to build an absolute concrete wall against those with skills and enterprise," he said, referring to foreign students who come here for advanced study, "and have a wide open door for people with no education and no skills.
In Christian-Muslim relations, peace not served by ignoring history
~ by Denver's Catholic Archbishop
And this, on a related note from the Bishop of Rochester, Michael Nazir-Al, in England: Multiculturalism is to blame for perverting young Muslims
The Christian Science Monitor is running an 11 part series written by Jill Carrol, the reporter who was kidnapped in Iraq. It's absolutely chilling.
A small example:
As we stood in the small kitchen, Abu Ali, the insurgent with the salt-and-pepper beard who had abducted me, proudly declared that his wife wanted to die.
"Um Ali wants to be a martyr. She wants to drive a car bomb!" he said, beaming.
Of course, she'd have to wait, since she was now four months pregnant. It is forbidden in Islam to kill a fetus at that age, he explained.
"Oh, OK, OK, oh wow," I said. I feigned confusion while I tried to think of what to say.
The chaos of dinner preparation swirled around us. The kitchen was typically Iraqi: a cramped space with thin metal countertops that have no cabinets beneath.
Someone had sewed a skirt for the countertop out of gaudy fabric, but one part had torn away. Next to the refrigerator was a giant freezer, covered all over with stickers advertising Maggi-brand soups.
Three children played around our feet - all progeny of the would-be bomber.
I was still unused to captivity, still learning the boundaries, both physical and mental, that my kidnappers had imposed. I didn't want to offend. But I was shocked at the talk of a mother's suicide; shocked that Um Ali would blush at her husband's praise of this plan.
"Oh, I didn't know women could be car bombers," was all I could muster.
Later I was told that this was the only way women could be part of the mujahideen. The men could have the glory of fighting in battle. Women got to blow themselves up.
How do you reason with such people? I honestly don't see how you can.
A friend turned me onto del.icio.us last week, and it's kewl! Never again will I lose track of that particular article I read a few days ago that I wanted to read again or blog about. and I don't need to email myself links from work to home anymore. Now I have one set of bookmarks I can get to froom anywhere.
When a leader has to beg its people to stop murdering baby girls -- oh right, they're not actually babies, they're fetuses. My mistake.
Thought some of you might like to go read it.
I haven't been doing much serious blogging lately. It gets to the point where you're saying the same things over and over again, and nothing changes. I've felt for awhile that this must be what it was like to live in the 1930s and to feel like you're screaming the danger from the rooftops and no one hears. How else can you explain history that seems intent on repeating itself over and over? When the party in opposition can't wait to take back a majority in November so they can start impeachment proceedings? Do they genuinely not see the danger? Or are they too enamored of power that they don't care about the danger their actions put us in? How else do you explain our elected officials who would shackle the ability of the NSA to listen in on those who would murder us, our families, our children? The war isn't coming -- it's here, right now. And before it's over many of us will have died at the hands of fanatical apocalyptic butchers who's warped and evil ideology demands they murder in the name of their god. The bell is tolling and time's about to run out.
If you want to read something that perfectly illustrates my mind set these days, please read this. It's one of those rare articles that I'm saying you really must read.
Observing the events of today—the hesitation and uncertainty, the stubborn clinging to the fantasy that the enemy can be appeased if we just keep talking and find the right diplomatic solution—I now feel that, for the first time, I really understand the leaders of the 1930s. Their illusion that Hitler could be appeased has always seemed, in historical hindsight, to be such a willful evasion of the facts that I have never grasped how it was possible for those men to deceive themselves. But I can now see how they clung to their evasions because they could not imagine anything worse than a return to the mass slaughter of the First World War. They wanted to believe that something, anything could prevent a return to war. What they refused to imagine is that, in trying to avoid the horrors of the previous war, they were allowing Hitler to unleash the much greater horrors of a new war.
Today's leaders and commentators have less excuse. The "horror" they are afraid of repeating is the insurgency we're fighting in Iraq—a war whose cost in lives, dollars, and resolve is among the smallest America has ever had to pay. And it takes no great feat of imagination to project how much more horrible the coming conflict will be if we wait on events long enough for Iran to arm itself with nuclear technology. Among the horrific consequences is the specter of a new Holocaust, courtesy of an Iranian nuclear bomb.
So while you may not see as many blog posts from me, I'm still around and still as totally pessimistic as I've always been.
My latest longish fic is up and posted. A little different that it's an inserted scene into the Highlander episode 'Forgive Us Our Trespasses. A story in my usual series.
I get lots and lots of catalogs, mostly filled with the same sort of stuff, so not so much in the temptation to buy category. Until today. I got a catalog from a place called Boden in England, and they have a U.S. catalog branch-- whether it's new, I don't know. Oh. My. Goodness!! The clothes are perfect, exactly to my taste, and the kinds of things I never really see here. Then there's the shoes and boots! I could do some serious damage to my bank account if I let myself. So I'm going to file the name of the place away for the day I do have some spare cash for clothes shopping, and in the meantime, just drool over the catalog!
I've joined the ranks of paid advertisers! You'll notice five text links over on the sidebar now, and those are the ads. No popups, or whirling animation, just simple old text.
I've posted two new stories.
Both in the short to very short range.
.... For those of you troubled by the lingering idea (instilled in youth by parents obsessed with the benefits of "enjoying the sunshine") that a life spent reading is a life half-lived, your worries are over. Not only does sitting with your nose in a book positively influence others' opinion of you, it could actually - get this - lead to sex. A third of those surveyed said that they "would consider flirting with someone based on their choice of literature". It's finally official, people. Reading is hot.
Well, duh! Just think about that photo from the Source that's floating around with Methos holding the book. Yes, there's another one of him all kitted out in leather, but it's the book pic that's sexy. Not to mention I spent my entire childhood with my nose in a book, and I refuse to blame reading for being a dork. Heh.
The rest of the article is here.