This reads like something out of the Soviet Union! Though the university would probably consider that a compliment.
This is the sort of thing we can look forward to if Hillary gets her way.
I was listening to the radio, and hear that Brandi Carlile is performing in town this weekend. I think, cool! I love her music! Buy her CDs even. So I decide to do a little investigating. I find the website for the concert, which turns out to be called 'Monterey Music Summit', a two day music festival. Okay so far. Then I see the fist announcement at the top of the page:
Hey Friends. Are you as excited as we are? Well, Presidential candidate Dennis Kucinich is! He just informed us that he and Elizabeth will be showing up Sunday evening to introduce his good friend Michael Franti from the stage. He will also say hello to supporters at his booth in the World Market area.
Okeeee.... so now my enthusiasm has taken a blow. But, hey, Brandi! So I look around the website some more. My enthusiasm then takes an almost lethal hit when I read this:
The Monterey Music Summit is a multi-medium, interactive arts festival created to serve as a forum for new thought and inspired intervention regarding the critical political and social issues of our time. The Monterey Music Summit features some of the most relevant contemporary and historically important musicians from a variety of genres....
Performers are invited to participate not for their talent and popularity alone, but also for their willingness to speak openly on current political matters, and for their commitment to positive social change.
Okay, not even for Brandi will I inflict this sort of thing on my poor blood pressure. Can you imagine, two days, surrounded by the kind of scary left wingers that only Santa Cruz and the Monterey Peninsula can produce? Me either. I don't like to be that frightened!
Sorry Brandi, but I'll just stick to listening to your CDs! Love you though.
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2 The Urfs wus witout shapez An wus dark An scary An stufs, An he rode invisible bike over teh waterz.
3 An Ceiling Cat sayz, i can haz lite? An lite wuz.
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The rest at the link.
In Olso Friday, the 2007 Nobel Peace Prize was not awarded to the Burmese monks whose defiance against, and brutalization at the hands of, the country's military junta in recent weeks captured the attention of the Free World.
The prize was also not awarded to Morgan Tsvangirai, Arthur Mutambara and other Zimbabwe opposition leaders who were arrested and in some cases beaten by police earlier this year while protesting peacefully against dictator Robert Mugabe.
Or to Father Nguyen Van Ly, a Catholic priest in Vietnam arrested this year and sentenced to eight years in prison for helping the pro-democracy group Block 8406.
The rest here.
As if Al weren't enough of a pompous windbag already! He'll never shut up now. Peace prize [snort]
I wrecked my back, then I was sick, and then I was away. Now I'm back!
Spent the weekend in L.A. at LCA, which was very awesome. Got to hang with friends I hadn't seen in over five years.
Down in the extended entry is my Friday con report. Saturday and Sunday to follow.
We got to Woodland Hills around 430pm, after a really quick drive. We actually made it in a little under six hours, which was excellent time. After checking in, we called Jen She answers her cell, and I hear her shouting that it was okay, it was Ith and Nin! Turns out she was being scolded for having her cell on and was telling Jayne it was okay, because it was us and we'd arrived. We head down to the ballroom, and come to find there's a panel going on with Torri Higginson and two other guys, and that Jen was on one side of the room and Jayne on the other! Oh yay, we're famous [g] Turns out that our ringtone is the Imperial March too boot! We checked in, got our event bags and badges, hugged Bev, and took our seats.
The panel was just wrapping up and the auction segment started. I'll admit, I'm not a big Weir fan. It's not that I dislike the character, I just don't mind much one way or the other. But Torri is an absolute delight. Funny, sweet, engaging. I'm very glad I had the opportunity to meet her. I won my one and only auction item, a Riddick crew jacket. I've been wanting a windbreaker/rain jacket sort of thing and this was that, so it was practical. And it's a nice dusky blue with grey inserts. Torri came up to me after I'd won and shook my hand and thanked me. Very nice of her!
At this point, I need to explain the 'smut bucket'. It's an LCA tradition to have a smut bucket. Basically it's a receptacle for participants to put money in it whenever they have a naughty thought about one of the guests. One way to create more naughty thoughts is to place bills in front of the guest, and when they bend over to pick it up, more naughty thoughts and more money for the bucket. This year's 'bucket' was Jack Bauer's man-purse aka 'the magic bag'. Over the course of the weekend, there were guests as well as attendees tossing money all over. In front of each other, into the bag, you name it.
Okay, so, cash had been placed in front of Torri and she wanted to be creative about picking it up. So, she did the splits, then picked it up with her teeth! What a gal!
The session ran late, so we dashed back to the room to freshen up before the party/buffet that started at 7pm. Had a drink in the bar, then headed up. The food was great. Finger food, but substantial with an awesome cheese display! I'm a fan of anything that give me cheese. There were also little fancy cakes and tarts and chocolate covered strawberries. The DJ lights were giving Nin a headache, so we hung out in the seating areas on the mezzanine so we could still socialize, but not be blinded. Nin and Jen did drink runs down to the bar (they had a specialty cocktail Jen and I were very fond of, and of course, single malts for Nin), and I ate more cheese. So, I'm sitting there, by myself, and who do I see at the party bar? Why Fayed! Actually it was his portrayer Adoni Maropis, but I didn't know his real name then [g] He's absolutely gorgeous! Pardon the fangirl squee here for a moment... SQUEE! And I'm happy to report, he's also a really nice man as well.
After a little more drinking and eating, and visiting with Jayne for a while, we decided to head for our room. Glo had gone on a few hours before since she wasn't feeling well, so Jen hung out in our room for a bit before we all decided it was time to hit the hay!