why can't people be like animals? It would be bad if they were like sloths. too lazy. bad if they were like tigers/lions/bears... too dangerous. If they were indeed animals, they'd still have all their downfalls, along with their good qualities.
One would at least be able to read them easier.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Acquaintances
Here you thought there'd be this amazing blog... and I'm just going to merely suggest that myspace should give you the choice whether to add someone as a friend or an acquaintance. That way it would be more honest. It would be fun. You could upgrade people from acquaintances to friends and it would be awesome. Maybe they should go as far as adding a category for x-friends... no wait, that's as simple as 'editing' your friends list and hitting remove selected. :)
Just a thought. Oh, Happy Valentines Day btw. Just to let the 'long line of attractive men that are waiting to ask me out on hot dates' know.... I have plans... I'll be slaving fiendishly on the Collegian.
Just a thought. Oh, Happy Valentines Day btw. Just to let the 'long line of attractive men that are waiting to ask me out on hot dates' know.... I have plans... I'll be slaving fiendishly on the Collegian.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
a disclaimer
I'd like to point out that some of the prisoners have been convicted. Most are only held on suspicion of terrorist acts. Only a handful are actually active terrorists. As far as torture goes, there are suspicions that water-boarding is taking place at Guantanamo. If such techniques are used, they are most likely used only on the convicted terrorists to extract much needed information. Whether or not it is right is still up for debate.
Waterboarding consists of immobilizing an individual and pouring water over his face to simulate drowning, which produces a severe gag reflex, making the subject believe his death is imminent while ideally not causing permanent physical damage. According to Republican United States Senator John McCain, who was tortured as a prisoner of war in North Vietnam, waterboarding is "very exquisite torture" and a mock execution, which can damage the subject's psyche "in ways that may never heal." [taken from Wikipedia]
The use of this is stricktly forbidden by the U.S. millitary, but that does not apply to the C.I.A.
I'd also like to point out that all of this is ALLEGED information, supposed to be true, but not proven as fact. The only way one can see a clearer picture of what is going on is to read from many sources, on either side. Don't just take my word for any of this. If it provokes you to read more on your own and become more aware of the world around you, that is my intention.
One more question....why the HELL are we still in Cuba? The U.S. views Guantanamo Bay as a sort of lease, while the rest of the world sees it as if the U.S. occupation of Cuba never ended. Just another reason to close down Guantanamo Bay.
Waterboarding consists of immobilizing an individual and pouring water over his face to simulate drowning, which produces a severe gag reflex, making the subject believe his death is imminent while ideally not causing permanent physical damage. According to Republican United States Senator John McCain, who was tortured as a prisoner of war in North Vietnam, waterboarding is "very exquisite torture" and a mock execution, which can damage the subject's psyche "in ways that may never heal." [taken from Wikipedia]
The use of this is stricktly forbidden by the U.S. millitary, but that does not apply to the C.I.A.
I'd also like to point out that all of this is ALLEGED information, supposed to be true, but not proven as fact. The only way one can see a clearer picture of what is going on is to read from many sources, on either side. Don't just take my word for any of this. If it provokes you to read more on your own and become more aware of the world around you, that is my intention.
One more question....why the HELL are we still in Cuba? The U.S. views Guantanamo Bay as a sort of lease, while the rest of the world sees it as if the U.S. occupation of Cuba never ended. Just another reason to close down Guantanamo Bay.
Friday, January 5, 2007
a.m. musings on responsibility
Early morning musings on responsibility, choice, and freedom while bidding on a particular ebay listing...
Responsible. Either you are, or you aren't. Does one become known as responsible when they take on many responsibilities? Or does one achieve the title of Responsible upon the completion of those responsibilities taken on?
People in general try to be responsible. As children, we have few responsibilities. Cleaning rooms, taking baths, brushing teeth and washing hands...the list of childhood responsibilities seems endless at the time. We have all looked up toward adulthood with wide eyes, waiting for the day when we will get to drive the car, or get the big job, or more importantly, get to do whatever we want. The freedoms of life are what we seek. The ability to make choices that form our lives, day-to-day into what we want in the long run, our goals, hopes and dreams.
I have come to one conclusion about responsibility and freedom. Freedoms that are sought can only be achieved upon the taking on of great responsibilities. It is a delicate balancing act we perform between our choices, responsibilities, and in turn, our freedoms in life. Just something to think about.
Happy New Year everyone!
Responsible. Either you are, or you aren't. Does one become known as responsible when they take on many responsibilities? Or does one achieve the title of Responsible upon the completion of those responsibilities taken on?
People in general try to be responsible. As children, we have few responsibilities. Cleaning rooms, taking baths, brushing teeth and washing hands...the list of childhood responsibilities seems endless at the time. We have all looked up toward adulthood with wide eyes, waiting for the day when we will get to drive the car, or get the big job, or more importantly, get to do whatever we want. The freedoms of life are what we seek. The ability to make choices that form our lives, day-to-day into what we want in the long run, our goals, hopes and dreams.
I have come to one conclusion about responsibility and freedom. Freedoms that are sought can only be achieved upon the taking on of great responsibilities. It is a delicate balancing act we perform between our choices, responsibilities, and in turn, our freedoms in life. Just something to think about.
Happy New Year everyone!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Fish, Indie Parties, and the Lack of Keys
1:47 a.m. Monday night. I locked my keys in my car at the YMCA. Not cool. Luckily I had friends there who took me back to school. It was slightly snowing. My room was warm and inviting. There were two new animals in my room (not that we have any animals yet) but there they were. The smallest goldfish I have ever seen. Dyan and Andrew picked them out at Walmart. We elected to name them Mulatto (one has black on it's fins), and tweed, slightly bigger than Mulatto. They are cute. We decided that it was time to clean off our "nov 3 is gonna be NIIIICE" slogan, and now there is a special christmas message for all to see. You'll have to stroll towards the girls dorm from college ave. I'm pretty sure you'll spot it. Enjoi & Goodnight.
Oh, I recently discovered that I dont want to be a republican or a democrat. I'm not sure where this leaves me. I am exploring my Indie options as far as parties go. Who needs a party anyways?
Then there is the whole school of thought (which I happen to believe in as well) that no party other than the republicans or the democrats will ever be elected, so I should just pick one and vote for them so that my vote will actually matter in the whole scheme of things. I'm not sure what I believe anymore. It is on my mind though. I'm tired of the whole stodgy republican approach, but democrats are too ADD for me. They mean well, but can never get organized enough to do anything. Well, I have a while to contemplate this still... until fall of 2007, right? I sure hope so.
Goodnight for reals.
Oh, I recently discovered that I dont want to be a republican or a democrat. I'm not sure where this leaves me. I am exploring my Indie options as far as parties go. Who needs a party anyways?
Then there is the whole school of thought (which I happen to believe in as well) that no party other than the republicans or the democrats will ever be elected, so I should just pick one and vote for them so that my vote will actually matter in the whole scheme of things. I'm not sure what I believe anymore. It is on my mind though. I'm tired of the whole stodgy republican approach, but democrats are too ADD for me. They mean well, but can never get organized enough to do anything. Well, I have a while to contemplate this still... until fall of 2007, right? I sure hope so.
Goodnight for reals.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
an utter catastrophe
You may or may not have been aware of my vehicle situation. For those caught unaware, I will elaborate on my means of transportation.
In the summer of 2004, a black '96 Toyota Tercel came into my life via means of a large settlement check I received. We have been inseperable ever since. We've covered a lot of ground, driven to TN and back, spent summers carwashing in the shade (with a black car, it's too hot to wash in the sun), running over the occaisonal tumbleweed (still under my car btw.) and hitting the occaisonal cyclist. We've even had near death experiences such as driving in Portland on black ice.
Lately, my car has been winding down. Don't get me wrong, she still runs great. This past summer, I managed to rip a hole in my seat, and back under a tree, snapping off my antenna. Don't ask me how, I don't know. I purchased nice leather seat covers to cover the hole and protect it from further damage that might occur over the next few years that I drive my car. One evening, the girls and I were heading out for an exciting saturday night event. We were all dressed up. One girl was so excited that she accidentally snapped off my passenger door handle. The door can still be opened, but it requires a bit of skill. Today, months later, I snapped off my driver's side door handle. At least both sides of my car are now identical.
I need to find 2 door handles to replace those that are now broken. There seems to be a plethora of Tercels on the WWC campus. Maybe I'll just snag a couple of their door handles...or I could just switch cars with the other girl who owns the same car as me... now there's a thought!
In the summer of 2004, a black '96 Toyota Tercel came into my life via means of a large settlement check I received. We have been inseperable ever since. We've covered a lot of ground, driven to TN and back, spent summers carwashing in the shade (with a black car, it's too hot to wash in the sun), running over the occaisonal tumbleweed (still under my car btw.) and hitting the occaisonal cyclist. We've even had near death experiences such as driving in Portland on black ice.
Lately, my car has been winding down. Don't get me wrong, she still runs great. This past summer, I managed to rip a hole in my seat, and back under a tree, snapping off my antenna. Don't ask me how, I don't know. I purchased nice leather seat covers to cover the hole and protect it from further damage that might occur over the next few years that I drive my car. One evening, the girls and I were heading out for an exciting saturday night event. We were all dressed up. One girl was so excited that she accidentally snapped off my passenger door handle. The door can still be opened, but it requires a bit of skill. Today, months later, I snapped off my driver's side door handle. At least both sides of my car are now identical.
I need to find 2 door handles to replace those that are now broken. There seems to be a plethora of Tercels on the WWC campus. Maybe I'll just snag a couple of their door handles...or I could just switch cars with the other girl who owns the same car as me... now there's a thought!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
A Shameless Review
A few of you may be aware of how excited I was that Borat came out in Walla Walla today. The excitement was soon replaced with sharp, excruciating waves of nausea upon viewing the hotel scene. If you have seen the film, you will know what I am talking about. I almost dont even want to look at men in the same way any more. Especially those of eastern european descent. I couldn't watch for a whole 10 minutes. the male nudity was so bad.
Coming from one who evangelized this film, this may seem a harsh rebuke. However, all male nudity aside, the film was rediculasly crass, but funny. Racial slurrs were interspersed amongst many an awkward social situation, and the theater was full of laughter. I had to catch myself a few times when laughing about a chocolate face/vanilla face joke. Other memorable parts were the extended table tennis scenes, the description of Borat's deseased wife, and frightened children running from an ice cream truck with a bear in it. The thing that takes the cake is in a scene close to the end, where Borat bags his bride-to-be, Pamela Anderson, at one of her book signings, and passes it off as being a Khazak tradition. Rediculous...
If you are okay with extreme male nudity, go ahead and watch this movie, but be warned. If you are faint at heart, but enjoy racial slurrs, awkward situations, and the sexist repression of women, also proceed with caution. If you have no moral objections to anything and absolutely no class whatsoever, by all means, be my guest in viewing this controvercial and seemingly plotless reality movie with no shame or regret.
If you have questions or comments or object completely... I'd love to hear about it.
Coming from one who evangelized this film, this may seem a harsh rebuke. However, all male nudity aside, the film was rediculasly crass, but funny. Racial slurrs were interspersed amongst many an awkward social situation, and the theater was full of laughter. I had to catch myself a few times when laughing about a chocolate face/vanilla face joke. Other memorable parts were the extended table tennis scenes, the description of Borat's deseased wife, and frightened children running from an ice cream truck with a bear in it. The thing that takes the cake is in a scene close to the end, where Borat bags his bride-to-be, Pamela Anderson, at one of her book signings, and passes it off as being a Khazak tradition. Rediculous...
If you are okay with extreme male nudity, go ahead and watch this movie, but be warned. If you are faint at heart, but enjoy racial slurrs, awkward situations, and the sexist repression of women, also proceed with caution. If you have no moral objections to anything and absolutely no class whatsoever, by all means, be my guest in viewing this controvercial and seemingly plotless reality movie with no shame or regret.
If you have questions or comments or object completely... I'd love to hear about it.
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