fanny pax and the ethic of service
as i was standing in the station, waiting for my train to come back to the house, i noticed a flash. a run-of-the-mill DC tourist: i heart DC t-shirt, check. digital camera, check. bag with smithsonian logo containing something overpriced, check. fanny pack, check.
it was this digital camera that caused the flash that made me notice her. it’s the height of tourist season in DC. the school children have finished their state tests, so the schools have to figure out how to make sure they don’t tear down the walls for the month-and-a-half of not-much-to-do until they’ve done their 180 days. so, they come to DC wearing matching t-shirts. they sort of fade into the background.
but this one, i noticed. (more…)
henry ford and the demise of the community of compassion.
henry ford is responsible for the reddening of the US map. that damned assembly line gave us cars, televisions and bubble-wrapped lives.
people are friendlier in DC than they are in Atlanta. not because of the quality of their friendliness, but because of sheer quantity. (more…)
the olympic spirit.
i haven’t watched much of the olympics in turin.
(random aside: why the hell is NBC calling it “torino?” i mean, yes that it’s it’s proper italian name, but they didn’t use the greek name of athens in 2004 or the korean name of seoul in ‘88. i think it’s because turin sounds like urine. and torino sounds like a big manly truck. thoughts? opinions?)
anyway, despite my lack of television viewing, it has come to my attention that the biathlon is one of the neatest events ever — and the athletes are freaking incredible. they combine crosscountry skiing and shooting. i’d totally take it up. except that i live in georgia where it never snows. oh, and the puking part.
being sick is suckful.
no, i haven’t given up the blog after a mere 2 posts. my body has decided to give me a reality check. for my birthday, no less. maybe when one turns 28 one’s immune/respiratory systems shut down? dunno. wheels have been turning, though. posts on unitarian evangelism and my fat tooth are in the works.
in the meantime, what gender is your brain? mine is gender neutral, apparently. i sure wish the brain would communicate that to my uncomfortably shedding uterus. SDER (more…)
