Thank you, Anya!
This is my blog. I speak for no one but myself here. The words I write, the images I post, and the articles I link to interest no one but me. I stand by what I put here, however, it is not a reflection of time, effort, or particular care. I just want a clearinghouse of what does interest me and a space to spout out poorly written and thoughtout rants. Consider this a disclaimer.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Just fun!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Catholic Schools Week
TEA had a piece of "art" displayed at the Empire State Plaza from Catholic Schools Week. (Irony in full effect, as it was the lobby day for the Charter School people, so we have real private schools that are doing good work and active and involved in the community and the awful Charter Schools that do nothing but...well...suck money out the the public school system and
have no accountability to the voters and members of the community.)
Anyway, here are some pictures.
The Art
The Artist and his piece.
Assm. Canestrari spoke.
Bishop Hubbard spoke as well.
have no accountability to the voters and members of the community.)
Anyway, here are some pictures.
The Art
The Artist and his piece.
Assm. Canestrari spoke.
Bishop Hubbard spoke as well.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Ever notice?
Safe Spaces
I have a neighborhood bar.
It is, in fact, one of the reasons I moved to this neighborhood.
I may be, as self described a gadfly (which is really important in this day and age as the MSM has given themselves over to being mouth pieces for the Powers that Be...whores) one that is suspected to br writing about what I gather (or hear outright) at my neighborhood bar.
But that is the thing...
I love the bar.
I love the various mix of people who are there.
And yes, I hear things there that are probably for not public consumption....
The point is...
The bar is a place that I don't hook up in, I don't date in, and I don't talk about what I hear.
It is something that allows me to sleep at night.
And that I had to defend myself, and my various pseudonyms, is...irksome to say the least.
I have nothing in my life but my word and my honor, and even for a HUGE payday, I would not sell them out.
It is, in fact, one of the reasons I moved to this neighborhood.
I may be, as self described a gadfly (which is really important in this day and age as the MSM has given themselves over to being mouth pieces for the Powers that Be...whores) one that is suspected to br writing about what I gather (or hear outright) at my neighborhood bar.
But that is the thing...
I love the bar.
I love the various mix of people who are there.
And yes, I hear things there that are probably for not public consumption....
The point is...
The bar is a place that I don't hook up in, I don't date in, and I don't talk about what I hear.
It is something that allows me to sleep at night.
And that I had to defend myself, and my various pseudonyms, is...irksome to say the least.
I have nothing in my life but my word and my honor, and even for a HUGE payday, I would not sell them out.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Oh, Joss
Why do you do things that that?
Jenny
Amber
Fred
Book
Wash
and now this?
Come on, dude!
I love you and your writing...but...man...
Jenny
Amber
Fred
Book
Wash
and now this?
Come on, dude!
I love you and your writing...but...man...
8 Days Later
8 Days Later from Trevor Wild on Vimeo.
via Nerd With Swag
This is how I described this to a friend who likes the zombie film genre:
A seven minute zombie short about a lone soldier looking for survivors after a zombie apocalypse.
Really well shot and the music is fairly awesome...running away from zombies while the Shins play in the background...awesome!
WAMC and Away We Go
A Video Blog for Monday, February 1st, 2010.
WAMC's Pledge Drive Page
Or Call 1-800-323-9262
And if you are looking for a movie about adults for adults, please check out my favorite movie of 2009, Away We Go. (The New Yorker review)
WAMC's Pledge Drive Page
Or Call 1-800-323-9262
And if you are looking for a movie about adults for adults, please check out my favorite movie of 2009, Away We Go. (The New Yorker review)
Sunday, January 31, 2010
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