tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60690342011-04-21T19:21:39.919-07:00Internal Mirror Planewhere the steric hindrance is low, the bases are strong, and it's all E2 all the time, babyraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comBlogger2161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-2075893268892080412007-02-26T18:25:00.000-08:002007-02-26T18:29:58.446-08:00On Being the Mom of People Whom I've Never Even Met and Who At Least Resemble Grown-upsSo I'm walking into the local university library, off to sort-of pirate their computer resources by checking my emails despite my non-student status, when one of the two non-handicapped young men entering just ahead of me presses the handicap button to open the door automatically. He's taller than I am, big andraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1171324130856016692007-02-12T15:46:00.000-08:002007-02-12T15:48:50.870-08:00Mine is 8.This makes me feel bad about eating those delicious chemical-y lemon cookies that you can get in the store for about a dollar per package.www.earthday.net/footprint/However, it also makes me feel good about being too poor to afford a car.Yay!raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1170718243562102612007-02-05T15:27:00.000-08:002007-02-05T15:30:43.576-08:00SignsSo where I live, there's a hospital. More than one, in fact, but this one is calledLovelaceMedicalCenter.And I don't know if it's by accident or on purpose, because of impending Valentine's Day or simply the awesomest prankery ever, but the sign on the north side of the building now reads:LoveMeraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1169080421211657432007-01-17T16:32:00.000-08:002007-01-17T16:33:41.233-08:00Humanities geekeryYesterday I developed about a thesis-and-a-half based on the theory that Michael Jackson is the most sensitive (albeit unconscious) cultural interpreter of our time.Either I went to school too long or I need more school.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1169080650364759722007-01-15T17:36:00.000-08:002007-01-17T16:37:30.366-08:00W2-Time ThoughtsI think that perhaps the only good thing about having no legal children is still being able to fill out the 1040EZ form. No dependents? No problem.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1169080916811507702007-01-03T15:46:00.000-08:002007-01-17T16:41:56.813-08:00Eeeee! It's just like my first gay-bashing!You know it's bad when you haven't even gotten dunked yet and you've already chalked up your first visit to the receiving end of anti-semitism in the workplace. I especially liked when she stated that my wearing a kipah was religious harassment and if I didn't make the clients my top priority, I should find another job.Hello, want ads! So nice to see raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1161641050590334302006-10-23T15:00:00.000-07:002006-10-23T15:04:10.610-07:00AmyBethMarkDavidWillLaurenJustinMatthewJohnAbbyKarenDanaChristyKeithJasonChelseaEthanJohnAubreyChaseCaitlinJennyPhilKristinCarlosAlyssaSaraDougMelanieEmilyBrooksStormMitchellraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1158808631030588912006-09-20T20:11:00.000-07:002006-09-20T20:17:11.076-07:00Sobre Mi Hijo, Que No Es Mi Hijo MasIn the end, all the insisting and fighting and pushing came down to this:She's right.And I know it.And I finally admitted it.And all the internal upset, anger, clenching, is gone. Hello, blank-ish and contentful soul. Time to start over again, to the one day, distractions down and hopes up (or at least not flagging), snapping free in the cleansing wind like raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1158098201142723872006-09-12T14:52:00.000-07:002006-09-12T14:57:04.926-07:00Mi ShebeyrachI got a call today saying that someone close to me might die tonight. He's had some big health problems all his life, so this illness isn't a huge surprise, but the suddenness is. He's been hospitalized for five days now and is just getting worse.So if my praying/thinking folks could send out some prayer or thoughts, I'd be grateful. His name is Corey ben Acoma.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1157311530421605222006-09-03T12:03:00.000-07:002006-09-03T12:25:31.713-07:00MirandoIn the past week I've seen:-- a business card for Milagro Painting. That good, huh?-- a newspaper advertisement from Veterans for Peace:EVERY DAYTwo American SoldiersDIE in Iraq!We think this is bad!(website and phone # follow)-- stencil graffiti readingONLYYOUKNOWHOW-- and of course, stencil graffiti readingSTENCILS ARETRENDYAnd then back when J and Caleb were visiting her mom, they wereraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1156382341199542732006-08-23T18:15:00.000-07:002006-08-23T18:19:01.213-07:00So yesterday I accidentally started a 12-step meeting . . .But it's not all my fault. The folks at the Peace and Justice Center were like "We've got a meeting room! You can have it for free! So! Pick a day! Monthly? Biweekly? Weekly? What? Let's go!"I'm not sure if I'm more scared that people won't show up, or that they will.Anybody in the ABQ area who is a survivor of sexual abuse: raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1155851165907712162006-08-17T14:42:00.000-07:002006-08-17T14:46:05.920-07:00Look, Mom!I just walked by the cutest non-Caleb child ever. She looks like she's about Caleb's age, and she was squatting in the dirt, having found something apparently very interesting, and was trying out all sorts of different prosidies to try to get her mother to pay attention to the mysterious Cool Thing. "Mom! Look! Mom, look! Look, Mom! Mom? Look! Mom! Look?" Awww. And meanwhile raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1155248556862560292006-08-10T14:38:00.000-07:002006-08-10T15:22:36.933-07:00Belonging Be LongingWe went to the senior center today, vanful of developmentally disabled folks and two 21-year-old women. Unloaded everybody, got several earfuls of advice from seniors sitting outside, pushed two wheelchairs in and kept Client A from eating the tasteful decorative plants, trucked into the "social area."Where all of the eight-ish seniors seated at various tables stared at us raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1155164016082944822006-08-09T15:41:00.000-07:002006-08-09T15:53:36.130-07:00Awww.So today Client X (male, non-verbal) was chilling on the floor. Client Y (male) got tired of playing football with me and Mr. Schwarzenegger and some other folks, so he went to go sit in the recliner. Five minutes later:Client Z (female): Rachel, look at Client X! Look at Client Y!(X is all over Y's lap, leaning up on him and giggling)Client Z: X is flirting with Y! He's flirting with raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1154561654662830202006-08-02T15:46:00.000-07:002006-08-02T16:54:18.350-07:00Neon Deion and the guysI hear such a variety of laughs, these days. Can't walk, can't see, can't add, can't read, can laugh. And do, like gasping for air, like scream, like hiccup.I see such a variety of forms, these days. Arms bent over, hands turned around and over, tiny bodies, thick ones, skinny legs and all a man's strength (what's left of it) in a single arm, fingers like tree branches, raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1154387279572816292006-07-31T15:55:00.000-07:002006-07-31T16:08:46.976-07:00Half-White Men Can't JumpSo Caleb's about to be the next two-year-old version of Michael Jordan. Or maybe Dennis Rodman.He'll beg and beg and beg until we break down and take him to a park with a hoop. "Batball? Batball? Batball? Baketball? Eeeee! Baketball?" We'll truck over to the green space by my house or take the bus downtown, and "Baketball!" it is. He shoots, the ball goes about two feet raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1153950868629557052006-07-26T14:50:00.000-07:002006-07-26T14:54:28.646-07:00Paycheck to paycheck, big guns growing, etc.So I did the math and I have about 73 dollars left for food until the 2nd week of August when I get another paycheck. ($73.92, to be exact. Some of this may have to go toward laundry quarters also.) But I also have a personal trainer who is Arnold Schwarzenegger in a wheelchair and still likes me even though last week during personal care he fell outraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1153951464539653182006-07-07T23:54:00.000-07:002006-07-26T15:04:24.540-07:00Gainfully employedI got hired today. I get to work at a day hab program intended to improve quality of life for developmentally disabled adults, which is pretty freaking sweet.Conversation at bus stop:[we discuss the job of my long-haired male conversational partner, which is to do maintenance at a hotel, and his payment is that he can live there for free]LONG-HAIRED DUDE: So do you have a job raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1151437629444546352006-06-27T12:44:00.000-07:002006-06-27T17:22:24.120-07:00Jobs I have applied for in the past three daysmaintenance technician at about 3 different placespsychiatric technician for local prisonvictim advocate for survivors of domestic violencein-store personnel at Bob's Burgersin-store personnel at Papa John'sdishwasher at Frontiers Restaurantcashier at Frontiers Restaurantserver at some restaurant that doesn't actually seem to have a nameinstallation raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1148929828429528012006-05-29T12:07:00.000-07:002006-05-29T12:10:28.443-07:00Words to remember when my tiny son is at my evil mother-in-law's house far away from me and is having trouble with his asthma"I have a great belief in the fact that whenever there is chaos, it creates wonderful thinking. I consider chaos a gift."Thank you, Septima Clark, and thank you, KCher and other posse members.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1148069557468714432006-05-19T13:10:00.000-07:002006-05-19T13:13:15.820-07:00STREET POETRYA university English instructor recently introduced his class to what he termed "one of the finest, most elegant lines of poetry in the English language."" 'Walk with light,' " he quoted, and then repeated softly, " 'Walk with light.' Now isn't that a wonderful thing to say to someone?"The class agreed, of course, and wished to know the author."I suppose it's anonymous," said the raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1144764493463639952006-04-11T07:03:00.000-07:002006-04-11T07:08:50.646-07:00GraffitiApparently 'graffiti' is plural, and the singular's 'graffito.'"The real battle is for your mindWake up!" (6th Ave, between Summit and 4th St)"It's not just BUSH . . .it's systematic" (9th Ave, by the alley just west of High St)"Drugs hurt" (6th Ave and Summit)a drawing of a cat that has apparently just pooped (everywhere)(not that the cat has pooped everywhere, just that the drawings raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1144274202031473292006-04-05T14:48:00.000-07:002006-04-05T14:56:42.043-07:001 in 10, my assSo today I was in the Multicultural Center in the LMU Student Union helping plan an upcoming event, and we figured some stuff out, and then we left, and I was walking down the hall when a woman who used to watch Caleb back when she had more free time breezed past. "Hey, Liz," and I kept walking and there were two women standing there talking and I recognized one of them as Liz's raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1143768333956147752006-03-30T17:10:00.000-08:002006-03-30T17:29:08.020-08:00Joan C. Browningis a white woman who was part of SNCC way back in the beginning, and she came to LMU to talk tonight, so I bopped on over to the Union and sat for an hour and a half and got the top of my head taken off, so amazing was this talk.Just the physical fact of her is a witness. That was the whole point of the lunch-counter, the buses, the train integration-- the point was white bodies raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1143574384223457682006-03-28T11:31:00.000-08:002006-03-28T11:33:39.616-08:00Ishmael Reed is my hero.Reasons why include but are not limited to poems like the following:DRAGON'S BLOOD, by Ishmael Reedjust because youcant see d stones dontmean im not building.you aint no mason. howd fuck would you know.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1143491093911861152006-03-27T12:11:00.000-08:002006-05-29T12:12:14.623-07:00White privilege, part 2So I walk into my English class today knowing that the textbook contains eight poets, all of them white. I think well, maybe we'll get other readings to flesh things out a little.No.And I'm looking around the classroom, and I think well, maybe we're going to have one class member who isn't white.No.And then the professor, who is white, says she's going to read some poems raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1143474741175442042006-03-27T07:48:00.000-08:002006-03-27T07:52:21.186-08:00TeoMy brother has a beautiful poetic soul and I hope that never gets squished out of him even if he decides to be a business person or an accountant or whatever money-driven crap he's studying right now. From the e-mail he wrote me yesterday:It's hard finding absolutes and it sucks. I want to know 100% whether [nice, politically conservative Christian woman] would go out with me or not. I want raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1143142611702772762006-03-23T11:08:00.000-08:002006-03-23T12:03:31.816-08:00Cuando maduro, quiero ser la pagina "Entretenimiento" del Impacto Latino.?Por que? If you even have to ask, I know you have not read the "Entretenimiento" page of the Impacto Latino. It always makes me reir. Every time.This week:PEPITO Y LA COMPRA-- Pepito and his mom, or possibly just Pepito, or possibly just his mom, go to the grocery store repeating what needs to be bought: salt, mangoes, and raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1142443037269050872006-03-15T09:15:00.000-08:002006-03-15T09:17:17.280-08:00Quote of the Day,from an e-mail from some Christian dude associated with a group we worked with for Interfaith Dialogue Club:"The project of bringing heaven down to earth always results in bringing hell up from below."--Lesslie Newbigin in "Foolishness to the Greeks"What do y'all think?raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1142398227138503022006-03-14T20:44:00.000-08:002006-03-14T20:51:33.323-08:00My work here is done.About five minutes ago, I finished my last paper for the quarter. Its title is "I'll Give You a Fist to Fuck: Sexual Identity, Performance, and Power in Gayl Jones' Corregidora."Non-French Antoine laughed when I told him that. "Heh. So what's the actual title?"Yeah, that is the actual title.And it's a quote from the book.Corregidora is one hell of a novel.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1142203161058281742006-03-12T14:28:00.000-08:002006-03-12T14:41:44.800-08:00"Somnolescent Duck" would be a good name for a rock band.The other day when I walked by Mirror Lake, the ducks were still mostly asleep, each standing there at the edge of the water with its head all cranked around backward and tucked under a wing. Awww. I had to stop and watch them for awhile, as they woke, to notice how first the feet would shift and then the eyes would open and then they'd raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1142048327757257832006-03-10T19:09:00.000-08:002006-03-12T14:42:16.800-08:00"What you need is a woman."This title is an actual comment made to me by a (surprisingly sensible) classmate.We've only been divorced for what, three months now? Four?But there's a woman I know, and she's lovely, and she knows about linguistics and she laughs like rain and she smiles at me and her hair's pretty short and the general consensus from everyone I've asked is that I do have some kind raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1141597488273871092006-03-05T14:12:00.000-08:002006-03-05T14:34:40.796-08:00Seriously, dudes. Unpack it.So I have recently been charged with writing an 8-page paper about English-only movements in the US. Not so bad, right? Could be some good research, some points to make, an opportunity to develop arguments for and against each side . . . but wait. What's this fine print?I have to do it without talking about racism or classism.What?So here's the White-privilege article raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1141097222302242732006-02-27T19:21:00.000-08:002006-02-27T19:27:02.320-08:00Bachelor lifeSince J and Caleb are visiting New Mexico (left Sunday, be back Wednesday evening, G-d willing. If you have a car and would like to help me pick them up from the airport, that would be cool. Call her answering machine), where we're hoping to be moving at the end of this school year, my cooking efforts and skills have kind of gone into hibernation-- it's not as much fun to cook if raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1140494971413104622006-02-20T19:46:00.000-08:002006-02-27T19:44:35.866-08:00Not bitter. Just ex.So I finally gave up on Catholicism yesterday.If you don't want to marry me to my wife, do you really want to give me the Eucharist? Where do you decide where to draw the sacramental line?If you can see justice as a fragmented cause, where standing up for vulnerable and marginalized groups like the homeless is desirable but standing up for vulnerable and marginalized groups raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1139325405772525802006-02-07T07:15:00.000-08:002006-02-07T07:16:45.783-08:00"Leave our homos alone."This article makes me happy.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1137464346647017642006-01-16T17:43:00.000-08:002006-01-16T18:30:04.096-08:00Lift Every Voice and SingHappy birthday to the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.It's real easy to think "MLK Day-- got a dream, color of skin, content of character, whatever, let's move on," regardless of your beliefs, your skin color, your anything, and you know why? It's because all we ever hear is "I have a dream," and sometimes "I may not get there with you." What's needed here is a littleraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1137460025717441822006-01-15T17:00:00.000-08:002006-01-16T17:09:40.416-08:00Bromas para ustedesHave I told you my favorite joke? It goes like this:-- What did the cat say to the mouse?-- I'm going to eat you!HAHAHAHAHAHA!And yesterday I found my new favorite joke in the kids section of the Impacto Latino:-- Por que las almas de los ratones no llegan al cielo?-- Por el gato volador.I told this joke to J, and after ascertaining that it was in fact a joke and not just my raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1136772753203837052006-01-08T17:55:00.000-08:002006-01-08T18:12:33.266-08:00Oh man.So a few days ago the local newspaper published a picture of a note written by a trapped miner to his family. The picture was right on the front page, and you could read the note, look at the handwriting. It said something like "I'll see you all on the other side," and then off in the right margin it said "I just want to sleep," and the handwriting was all loopy and slanty and off-kilterraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1136479581811340242006-01-05T08:39:00.000-08:002006-01-05T08:46:21.823-08:00Mmm. Book.My favorite 25 from the past month (don't worry, 16 are kids' chapter books):Getting Mother's Body, Suzan-Lori ParksInvisible Life, E Lynn HarrisIf This World Were Mine, E Lynn HarrisAny Way the Wind Blows, E Lynn HarrisA Love of My Own, E Lynn HarrisNot Without Laughter, Langston HughesHarry Sue, Sue StauffacherAin't No Mountain, Sharon Ewell FosterThe Cheetah Girls, 1-16 (and raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1135981917519446562005-12-30T14:23:00.000-08:002005-12-30T14:33:14.156-08:00"Love child of James Earl Jones and Chuck Norris. But pale."He works at the post office on 18th, the one next to the Journalism Building, and his name is Terry (or so his nametag says-- you can't trust nametags, as anyone who's ever been to Disneyland knows), and I spent my 5 minutes in line trying to figure out what celebrity looks most like him. Richard Gere? Harrison Ford? The guy on Wheel of raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1135441066799726922005-12-24T19:58:00.000-08:002005-12-24T08:17:46.826-08:00Survivorsand it's cold, and the ice is pretty thick, and the woman up ahead of me's going quick. Maybe she's going the same place as me, and maybe we will be trading secrets before the night is over. Maybe she's going elsewhere. Who can know?and the doors are closed and I'm wading through the snow, trying all of them with little reason to hope, until the back back back door groans and eases raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1134842268419559032005-12-17T09:47:00.000-08:002005-12-24T07:56:33.686-08:00Who Da Man?Oh, my homos know this question. My homos dread this question, unless they are my homos who have developed fittingly snappy retorts like "G-d" or "B*tch, f*ck you." ('G-d' and 'B*tch, f*ck you': two things that look really odd when they appear in the same sentence, paralleled, right next to each other.)Yet this is the question that legions of misinformed straight people seem to feel raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1134182259498665192005-12-09T18:27:00.000-08:002005-12-09T18:37:39.510-08:00Immaculate Conceptionis the name of the parish my sweet G'ma Schu attends, out in Lakota City, and is the occasion for the following really lovely feminist-y homily from . . . creepy-Christian doom-sayers mid-jeremiad on the decaying values of our society? Homos distraught (for all the wrong reasons) over the ban on gay priests? The ladies and gentlemen of my field methods class? No. raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1135439419894823162005-11-23T07:42:00.000-08:002005-12-24T07:51:13.933-08:00Conversation Between Me and My BodySo I've been a vegetarian for about a month now. Not for moral or health reasons, just because [discussion of the autopsies I witnessed in EMT school] + [Jessica tearing chicken meat off the bone] = meat revulsion. The strange thing is how much the past month has reprogrammed not just my eating habits but also my eating desires, as illustrated by the following raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1131657522343826822005-11-10T12:57:00.000-08:002005-11-10T13:18:42.376-08:00Neo-MelubrinaSo. There's this drug designed to take care of little fevers, little headaches, flu-like symptoms, etc. -- it's supposed to be used the way ibuprofen or acetaminophen is. Its generic name is metamizole sodium, and it's been banned in the US since 1977, in most European and some African countries since the 1980s or 1990s. Why? Because it suppresses your immune system. Sometimes (raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1130958891823890902005-11-02T11:13:00.000-08:002005-11-02T11:14:51.833-08:00"The command, after all, was 'Take and eat,' not 'Take and understand' "raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1128127383265077112005-09-30T17:03:00.000-07:002005-09-30T17:43:04.033-07:00I wonder sometimes what to believe.Does it matter that I pray or that I work or that I stay?Do the words that rise like smoke from incense burners in my throatonly evaporate in evanescent days? Does the praiseI sing to G-d to make me bigger reconfigureany kind of larger scheme or is it lost? What's the costin this world or any otherof the lies we fake? words we break? soul we smother?Does He raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1128123799373637992005-09-30T16:36:00.000-07:002005-09-30T16:44:03.143-07:00Speaking of "arguing about semantics"Hey, do I have any semanticists/pragmatists out there who know about anaphora and distance relations?How do you personally parse these sentences and why?(1) "It's Shabbat and I have a kipa in my pocket and I'm reading about acoustic and auditory phonetics because G-d is good"(2) "I almost dropped Caleb when we saw the drunk white college guy because he raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1127787051832842892005-09-26T18:33:00.000-07:002005-09-30T16:45:43.086-07:00Benedict is still my PopeAnybody surprised? No, I thought not. Oh, look, it's people with "AIDS: G-d's Punishment for Gays" signs. And look behind them! Smug non-Catholic Christians talking shit about the True Church! Which is worse? I'm not sure!Dear Christians who aren't Catholic but still feel the need to make uninformed, unhelpful comments about my Church, putting me in the awkward and raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1127574813110896752005-09-24T08:09:00.000-07:002005-09-24T08:13:33.116-07:00Taking the #8 north to Karl and 161-ish,J met a woman yesterday and talked to her about toddlers. Said "It's so hard with the baby sometimes. I'm not sure how to make it." Lady replied, "Oh, no, you'll be fine. It's not that bad. You can do it. I did it." Enquiring later in the conversation, J discovered that said lady recently left each of her three kids with their dads and took off for araeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1125765838738201302005-09-03T09:16:00.000-07:002005-09-03T09:44:00.380-07:00Confessions1. Sometimes when Caleb and I are out and white people stare at us or ask me questions like "Where'd you get him?", I pretend like I don't speak English. (TO CALEB: "Calebcito, miras las personas blancas? Estan pendejas pinchas." TO WHITE PERSON: "Uh . . . sorry . . . sorry . . . no ingles . . .")2. When I was little, I used to see how much of my juice I could pour into my raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1125766226836090962005-09-01T11:44:00.000-07:002005-09-30T16:49:03.450-07:00Canciones!The other day on the bus I made up a song for J:No tengo hambrey no tengo hombre asipero tengo dos hombrosY te quierote amote adoroY yo quiero hacerte feliz.English translation:I'm not hungryand I don't have a man eitherbut I do have two shouldersand I love youI love youI love youAnd I want to make you happy.She made up a song for me:We're on the bus doo doo doo doo doo dooWe're on the raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1123632716593241242005-08-09T17:04:00.000-07:002005-08-09T17:11:56.596-07:00Babies, "ABABABABAAAAA," and Boobs, Lots of Boobs: La Leche League ReturnsUnder what other possible circumstances can you go to the public library and sit for an hour and a half in a room and listen to people talk openly and enthusiastically, with complete strangers, about their nipples? I like it because I can talk my broke-ass Oaxacan Spanish to the little blond babies and tell them how raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1123511785620610292005-08-08T07:17:00.000-07:002005-08-08T07:36:25.660-07:00Stuff seen on/out the window of the COTA bus yesterday1. My own reflection in the window (by which I mean "in other people's hair grease")2. The cutest non-Caleb baby ever in life, who was 10 months old, passed out in her mother's arms, and possessed of the most adorable foofy little ponytails. Sigh. Sometimes I just want to put Caleb in a tiny ruffly pink dress with shiny ribbons in his raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1118175788925584022005-06-07T12:19:00.000-07:002005-09-30T16:51:39.993-07:00LOGIC WORKSHEET FOR JEW HATERS**"But how do I know whether or not I'm a Jew hater?" (1) If you are a non-Jew who has ever played catch or keep-away with somebody's kipah, you are a Jew-hater. (2) If you have ever attempted to get someone to "accept J-sus Christ as [his/her] personal L-rd and Savior," you are a Jew hater. (3) If you watched that "The Passion of the Christ" movie nonsense and it raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1117040331720148122005-05-25T09:55:00.000-07:002005-05-25T09:58:51.726-07:00Psychology H508The preliminary results of J's study, for those who participated, and for those who did not:1. Black people are scared of Mexicans.2. Mexicans are scared of black people.3. White people are scared of everybody. They're just like, "Oh, shit, we're gonna die."(paraphrase courtesy of the magnificent JR Henry)raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1116346478857437522005-05-17T09:11:00.000-07:002005-05-17T09:18:32.583-07:00Free Tibet, Free Mumia . . .Free G-d.I am not making this up; I saw it on the sidewalk as little-b ben and I were walking back from the stadium where we didn't have class. I pointed it out to him and suggested we should determine where He was imprisoned and write some letters, yo, or go jailbreaking or something. ben suggested that perhaps it would be futile, as G-d could be dead already.FREE G-Draeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1115111714078844982005-05-03T05:39:00.000-07:002005-05-03T02:15:14.080-07:00Whetstone LibrarySometimes the world seems like a very big and scary place. Things like this and this and this (and this and this and this and this) happen, and there's really very little a person can do about it but worry, and wait, and wonder. A person starts to think, sometimes, that it's about time to activate Emergency Back-Up Plan #17 and head for the woods and subsistence-farm, sing raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1113516485082110052005-04-14T15:05:00.000-07:002005-04-14T15:08:05.083-07:00HaShem, Homos, and HellWell-written article about the perils of (a) being gay or (b) reparative therapy.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1112891579787254502005-04-07T09:30:00.000-07:002005-04-07T09:32:59.786-07:00Bio 597 Writing 1Assignment: State your theoretical orientation (I agree with the courts' decisions about Terri Schiavo OR I disagree with the courts' decisions about Terri Schiavo), then write 50 words or less arguing for the OPPOSITE side.PERSISTENT VEGETATIVE STATEI disagree with the courts’ decisions about Terri Schiavo.This is not about life. This is about continuing a poor imitation of itraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1112799842740276412005-04-06T08:02:00.000-07:002005-04-06T08:04:02.740-07:00Seen on 18th StAn old gray Honda Accord, model year 1990 or so, with the following license plate:RST N PCEand the following little plastic thing aroung the plate:Cincinnati College of Mortuary ScienceCincinnati, Ohioraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1110817397922143402005-03-14T08:14:00.000-08:002005-03-14T08:23:17.926-08:00CalebcitoRaise your hand if you, in the past 24 hours, have made a loud, delighted squeaking noise.Raise your hand if you, in the past 24 hours, have made a loud, slightly less delighted angry noise.Raise both your hands if either of those noises was prompted by the state of your diaper.Raise your hand if you, in the past 24 hours, have drunk a cup of milk in under 15 seconds.Raise your hand if raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1110464854212376902005-03-10T06:26:00.000-08:002005-03-10T06:27:34.213-08:00Hey, J?I promise to do my best, and if at any time my resolution lapses, pen me a few fierce vitriolic words and you shall receive by the next post a lachrymose & abject apology in my most emotional hand writing. --Rupert Brooke, letter to James Strachey, July 7, 1905raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1110145651884048602005-03-06T13:45:00.000-08:002005-03-06T13:47:31.886-08:00Practical MagicA week ago, I discovered what love is.Love is two people with colds sitting side-by-side on the floor passing a roll of toilet paper back and forth while staring exhaustedly, bemusedly at the screaming 4-month-old sitting in his car seat in front of them. A different flavor of love is that same congested couple, three minutes later, tossing the toilet paper into the car seat and raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1110818942786882662005-03-01T11:44:00.000-08:002005-03-14T08:49:02.793-08:00Guys! Guys! I know how to run a company into the ground!But really, I can't take credit for it. I've learned by observing the masters at the aptly-named Low Morale Ambulance Company. Heed these words of wisdom:--- Guard the parking passes with your life. Threaten the nice receptionist / data entry grandmotherly lady with DEATH if she hands out more than one parking pass to each employee, raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1109354435253881952005-02-25T09:59:00.000-08:002005-03-01T16:35:09.886-08:00E. Annie Proulx is my heroWhy? Let's start with Brokeback Mountain.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1107791599467956652005-02-07T07:27:00.000-08:002005-02-07T08:40:36.516-08:00Where does the time go? Probably Arizona for vacation.
All right, here's a summary of my very own personal January. I hope y'all will tell me about yours (because unless you're the roomies or my mom, I probably wasn't around for much of it).
Happiest moment: looking at Caleb one afternoon and realizing that he is rapidly becoming huge (he's three and a half months old, weighs 20 pounds, and is raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1105551987745225702005-01-12T09:45:00.000-08:002005-01-12T09:46:27.746-08:00Sorry, Everybody
I'm sure most of y'all have already seen this, but for those who haven't: Hee!
My favorite: http://www.sorryeverybody.com/gallery/single/se54.jpg/
raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1107791785966685372004-12-28T07:54:00.000-08:002005-02-07T07:58:06.826-08:00Gainful employment and whatnot
Hear ye, hear ye. As of December 27, 2004, I am employed as a part-time EMT-Basic at a private ambulance service that we shall for the sake of protecting the guilty refer to as Low-Morale Ambulance Company, or LMAC for short.
raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1102304313518434552004-12-05T19:03:00.000-08:002004-12-05T19:42:30.776-08:00December 25th
Okay, so I hate Christmas.
I like Advent. I like waiting for J-sus, and asking Him please to show up soon because all the persecution/injustice/suffering etc. are not fun and are getting old, and I like fasting and praying and longing. What I don't like is the nonsense that creeps into what really is just the nicest birthday party ever. I mean, why do we give each other presents? raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1102023558826442532004-12-02T13:19:00.000-08:002004-12-02T13:39:18.826-08:00Fly Guy
Okay, so today I finished writing a paper on Edward B. Lewis, and dammit, if you need a little dose of sweet old man (and who doesn't?), you really ought to read about him. This guy, working quietly at a time when lots of folk were bickering loudly and publicly back and forth about whether or not genetic research was important, essentially united all viewpoints into the correct answer, raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1102307370236868182004-11-22T20:20:00.000-08:002004-12-05T20:29:30.236-08:00Sweet Miss Emily
My cousin (well, at least one of the many) is very sarcastic and very funny.
em3785: hey
em3785 returned at 10:51:16 PM.
jugglefire5: howdy!
jugglefire5: ready for school to be over?
em3785: how are you doing?
em3785: oh yes
em3785: all i have are finals
em3785: how about oyu?
jugglefire5: same! I've got a final for the paramedic class tomorrow, a molecular genetics final raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1100812358977406572004-11-18T13:11:00.000-08:002004-11-18T13:12:38.976-08:00It's not really a surprise, but . . .
Colin Powell is a really cool guy.
raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1100460424060888852004-11-14T10:28:00.000-08:002004-11-14T11:31:17.590-08:00Choices and charity
Today at Mass it was made abundantly clear to me that I have a choice, as far as the Church is concerned, between Catholicism and my fiancee and son. A person can feel this sort of thing coming, but it was kind of a shock anyway, the great religious equivalent of a fellow waiter dumping a pitcher of ice water down the back of your shirt at the end of a shift.
So here's the raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1099975005297058542004-11-08T20:30:00.000-08:002004-11-08T23:50:19.866-08:00In the morning when I rise
We've decided that the poor baby is probably going to grow up to be a priest or something. He'll be crying, I'll sing him secular music, and he'll cry harder. He'll be crying, I'll bust out with the Give Me J-sus, and he'll be all quiet and happy. This is not surprising given that he used to kick J pretty hard during hymns at Mass when he was in utero, or that he went raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1099575378834948062004-11-04T05:25:00.000-08:002004-11-04T05:36:18.833-08:00Letter to the editor of the Weekly Standard
This morning, I read this article.
This morning, I wrote this letter to the editor, who will probably ignore it, but sometimes a person just feels a duty to respond.
Dear Mr. Editor,
I don't know if this information was available to the writer of this article at the time, but Ohio law did not, before the passage of Issue 1, make any allowance raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1099509997419108792004-11-03T11:23:00.000-08:002004-11-03T11:26:37.420-08:00Issue 1 passes, and not by a little, either.
So apparently 62% of the voting population of my state feels it's necessary to screw over old people and straight but non-traditional families in order to keep me from obtaining health insurance for my son or being able to stay with my fiancee when she is hospitalized.
But it's still a really nice day outside.
raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1098758446830609402004-10-25T19:36:00.000-07:002004-10-25T19:40:46.830-07:00Baby boy, you stay on my mind
October 18th at 14 09 (that's 2:09PM to the non-military, non-EMSy folks in the field), the baby got born. He is still a boy and was 20.75 inches long, weighing 6 pounds, 13 ounces. Labor was 34 freaking hours and worth every second. We saddled him with two middle names in a burst of late-night, sleep-deprived inspiration: Caleb Elijah Louis. (Elijah is my raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1096480983915836602004-09-29T10:36:00.000-07:002004-09-29T11:03:03.916-07:00P-Cards and Puzzlement
There are some things you're prepared for when you start medic school. You expect to be tired all the time, and you expect to stick needles into people, and you expect to be reciting cardiac-care algorithms out loud in your sleep. You expect to spend a heretofore-unprecedented amount of time hanging around fire stations and trying not to die from secondhand smoke. (raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1096308665268292572004-09-27T10:54:00.000-07:002004-09-27T11:11:05.270-07:00Aaaaand the winner is . . .
-- you, who, after a blissful hiatus from this infrequently-updated whatever-it-is, are gifted with an equally-wonderful return to normal operations. Heh. Or something.
--me, because I get to keep sticking needles in people this quarter, and am starting to learn how to be a drug dealer, kind of. Also, I get to live with the Realist, the Mad Chef, and the Cutthroat raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1093879476596638502004-08-30T08:23:00.000-07:002004-08-30T08:24:36.596-07:00Oh, man, y'all. Blogger keeps eating my posts.
raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1093879397079014632004-08-30T07:38:00.000-07:002004-08-30T08:23:17.080-07:00raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1092929714093770272004-08-19T07:48:00.001-07:002004-08-19T08:35:14.093-07:00raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1092929683649547562004-08-19T07:48:00.000-07:002004-08-19T08:34:43.673-07:00raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1089074387275952612004-07-05T17:25:00.000-07:002004-07-05T17:40:08.763-07:00I'm sorry, Mama
So I've been cleaning out my closet. . .
Those of you in the audience who are already moaning know that this is always high times, heralding the rediscovery of the veritable essence of Truth, Beauty, and Justice themselves, if by "the veritable essence of Truth, Beauty, and Justice themselves" you mean "truckloads of dust bunnies and other assorted useless crap." However, over raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1088472572967173562004-06-28T18:23:00.000-07:002004-06-28T18:29:32.966-07:00About Time: about brokenness
Tonight, O L-rd, I pray for our enemies,
that they might become our friends.
I pray for our friends,
that they might find joy in their labors.
I pray for those labors,
that they might be fitting and good in your sight.
I pray for hurting and for healing,
and for what is spoken and what is left unsaid,
for what is broken and what is mended,
for doors closed and thoseraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1086875277989936912004-06-10T06:47:00.000-07:002004-06-10T06:47:57.990-07:00Cinematic genius from Jodi
http://mm.dfilm.com/mm2s/mm_route.php?id=1842950
raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1086648656477321842004-06-07T15:50:00.000-07:002004-06-07T15:51:32.903-07:00Guilt and Longing
"If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people to collect wood, and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea."
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery
raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1086648237752039352004-06-07T15:43:00.000-07:002004-06-07T15:43:57.753-07:00If you give a (spiritual) mouse a (spiritual) cookie. . . mmmm. Spiritual cookie.
"If we pray, we will believe; if we believe, we will love; if we love, we will serve." -Mother Teresa
raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1086488704890664412004-06-05T19:15:00.000-07:002004-06-07T05:30:29.900-07:00Good G-d
To my good and giving, loving, living L-rd:
thank you so much for goodness, kindness, mercy, and bagels,
for flying and for fighting and for skies,
for rocks and trees and squirrels and bees and Saran wrap.
thank you for reason, seasons, joy, hijab, and mousetraps,
for people, for the Hours, for inexpensive whiskey sours, and for whos and whats and whens and hows and whys.
thank you forraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1086293694515322282004-06-03T13:13:00.000-07:002004-06-03T13:40:01.900-07:00Ouch! Barb, I thought this was a cookie!
Found magazine. Check it out. My personal favorite is the find of the week for July 20, 2003, but November 23, 2003 is also wonderful. March 16, December 15, December 1: also worth a look.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1086099048414256262004-06-01T07:10:00.000-07:002004-06-01T07:11:28.780-07:00Storms and Fortitude
I know there is a G-d, and that He hates injustice. I see the storm coming, and I know His hand is in it. If He has a place and a part for me, I believe that I am ready.
--Abraham Lincolnraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1085513435260187602004-05-25T12:29:00.000-07:002004-05-25T12:30:35.260-07:00Words of Wisdom/RelationTips from the man who sleeps outside Sullivant Hall
"You ain't gotta be perfect. You just have to keep showin up."raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1085274015603579942004-05-22T17:59:00.000-07:002004-05-22T18:00:52.483-07:00She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the lightbulbs.
-J.D. Salingerraeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1085274230114355462004-05-22T16:01:00.000-07:002004-05-22T18:03:50.116-07:00Spring
Yep, it's that time of the year when tests are coming, massive end-of-the-year culmination projects are looming, and I'm handing you pieces of other people's brains because mine is occupied with other concerns. Hope you enjoy the inimitable J. Salinger.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1084057109804495152004-05-08T15:58:00.000-07:002004-05-08T16:02:59.110-07:00Aesthetics
Some interesting thoughts on beauty.raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1084075677198227702004-05-05T21:07:00.000-07:002004-06-07T05:30:58.973-07:00As a energy-dissipating wire with resistance 523 ohms, baby
Quotable quote from J.H.: "You only own two CDs? That's kind of hot. No, seriously, that's hot."raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1083632946483636782004-05-03T18:09:00.000-07:002004-05-03T18:13:24.216-07:00. . .
And I was yet aware that this was only a moment, that the world waited outside, as hungry as a tiger, and that trouble stretched out above us, longer then the sky.
--James Baldwin, opening quote from Wonder When You'll Miss Me, by Amanda Davis
raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6069034.post-1083536504133456692004-05-02T15:21:00.000-07:002004-05-02T15:45:27.950-07:00Toward Tradition-- a "tradition" of banding together to overcome the twin evils of Islam and separation of church and state, which are of course the real enemy at a time in our history when the world violent-crime rate has jumped ten percent, genocide's taking place in Sudan, Kazakhstan's got a huge quantity of the heavy weapontry of the former USSR and it's in the middle of a civil war, you can raeschuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05748901114492928874noreply@blogger.com