ARMS LENGTH

I call this self-portrait damn this phone is cool

Neighbor

G'bye, neighbor.

GET YOUR DESKTOP ON!

Super-sweet destop images from people you don't know:
Pixelgirl

My favorite is Dark Bunny:

SIGNS

Sign ideas for your next protest:

Who would Jesus bomb?

Let's bomb Texas, they have oil too.

Daddy, can I start the war now?

Look, I'll pay more for gas!

Bush-Cheney-Rumsfeld: the asses of evil.

How did our oil get under their sand?

Mainstream white guys for peace. (must be mainstream-looking white guys)

This guy right here don't want war. (should be smallish and hand written)


Though I don't suspect he's making may signs himself, my Dad sent me these sign ideas.

NO FIRST AMENDMENT IN SIXTH GRADE

Cynthis Hawes, principal of Laura Ingles Wilder Elementry in Littleotn, CO did not think that I, then a sixth grader, should wear my "How's Your As pen?" t-shirt to school. I was sent home. This kid is cooler.

UP & DOWN

It's been quite difficult not to get depressed about the state of our national affairs. The economy is in the crapper, the president is driving us to a war nobody I know understands, we're at like Burnt Crimson Alert (crazy-high-terror) based on what is essentially a prank, and Michael Jackson is just batshit-mad.

But my daily life is great. I really like my job, I love planning my wedding and I come to understand more each day just how perfect my fiance is for me.
And I got to drive Evan's shiny new car.

And my mom just sent me an e-mail telling my family that if we use our cell phone at the gas pump, we'll blow up.

I'm torn.

PPD

In 1999, I spent several days in Iceland at a Women in Democracy Conference. One woman in our entourage was a 30-ish Secret Service agent who was happy to be at the conference, a real departure from her full-time assignment: Presidential Protection Detail for Ronald Reagan.

I asked her what standing guard over someone who hasn't been seen in public for 10 years was "like"; "like" being code for, "Holy Crap. What the hell are you protecting him from?" She had kind words for the President and said that there were lots and lots of quiet hours. An exciting day was when Mrs. Reagan went shopping.

On this, the President's 92nd birthday, I can only imagine a crew of finely trained, heavily armed, fit and well dressed agents all sitting around, catching up on their reading.

Happy Birthday, Mr. President.

... a poet and private individual.

Billy Collins, the poet-laureate of the United States, has come out against the war in Iraq. Appointed by Bush, this in reaction to The White House canceling a poetry-literacy event in the East Wing last week, when they learned that several of the invited poets planned to voice opposition to the war.

So, Bush just lost the 'poet vote'.