Bumper Stickers

OK, in addition to my daily

Jesus is Lord - All Saints Baptist Church

I saw perhaps the BEST bumper sticker today:

20 January 2009
The End of an Error

Overheard

I overhear a lot of stuff, as I am sure you do. I am also surprised what people will say in the hearing of others. So I have decided to start a new segment, Overheard. I'll just post what I hear. If you hear anything crazy, send it to me. About the only rule is that it has to be a stranger that you overhear.

Here is my first entry:

Where: North Beach, San Francisco
What was I doing: Walking around waiting for a couple of friends to have dinner.

What I Overheard: I'm Irish - I have a short dick!

Stupid is...

I don't have a problem with people that want to stick around in the event of a hurricane. You don't think the storm is going to be as bad as the weather people are saying, you don't want to leave your house or your stuff, ok fine stay and be stupid but for christs sake send your children away to safety.

Art? Soup?

I love art. I like looking at it. I like wondering about it. But art by Damien Hirst makes me say - huh? I don't get any of it. Perhaps you are not supposed to get it, but I like art that I look at to make me feel something other than YUCK!



This is a cow - a real cow - dipped in formaldehyde and then the hoofs and horns painted with real gold.





This is well, an ashtray of cigarettes.

Mr. Hirst is having a show right now, an auction of his work that is expected to bring in about $120 million - yes $120 million. Who will buy it? It does make me wonder, do people buy this art because they like it or do they buy it just to have it? Is it a case of the Emperor's New Clothes? Everyone thinks it is crap, but no one will say it?

I wonder

I have been following the news story about Sarah Palin and censorship. The internet story is that she had an entire list of books that she wanted removed from the town library where she was mayor. The truth seems to be that when she became mayor she did call the town librarian in and ask what was the process for removing books from the library and she did fire the woman. The librarian was re-instated and she continued working in the town library for two more years. She left and has said it was just to difficult working for Palin as the mayor.

This hits very close to home, I love to read. I will read just about anything, but the things I don't want to read I can determine for myself that I don't want to read them, I do not need a mayor, governor or vice president telling me what I can't read or removing items they find offensive or don't want me to read.

When I was young we had a town library. It was small and it was a place I loved to go. It was also a place where the librarian knew me and knew my mother and knew what kind of books my mother and father felt were appropriate for me to read. The books I was allowed to read changed as I grew older, but there was always my mother's guiding hand on my library card and to me that is how it should be. I don't want someone else's mother telling me or anyone else (unless it is their kid) what they can or cannot read.

While I have not heard that she actually had books removed from her small town library, I wonder how thin the line is between inquiring what the process is for removing books from the library and actually burning them.

On the rocks

So, I called Mommy Dearest to ask if she ever made it out to Clingstone.  I knew she would come thru.  Of course, she said "we used to get into our row boats and go out there and rummage around".  

What does that mean?  Did you party out there - no they were a little young.  She told me that when she was about 12 she walked into the bar to get the oars to her rowboat and someone threw an apron on her to help out and that was the end of her wandering.

I asked "why do you think I never made it out there".  She said "well, a couple of reasons.  One, people lived there when you were young and two you did not have a row boat."

Hmm... good point. 

Yes, I do like cake

OK, for those of you who have seen my butt lately it is very apparent that I like cake.  My beloved bought me a pair of those MTB sneakers, the kind that roll back.  They are supposed to help your balance (yes, I could use that).  They are supposed to help your calfs.  I guess they are supposed to be good for you, but due to my center of gavity being so low and my ass so big, I just feel like a weeble when I wear them.  But I just had to post this, not cause it is going to help my ass get smaller, but because it is damn funny.

 

Learn something new every day!

My RI sister sent me a link today to something that we looked at just about every day while we grew up.  You all know I grew up on a little island in the middle of Narragansett Bay.  Well there was a smaller island, a rock really, not too far off shore, out by Wharton's shipyard, we called it the house on the rocks.  Its real name is Clingstone.  I never knew its story and I am really sorry that I didn't.  It makes me wonder did I live in a bubble.  Will I find out that members of my family knew all this?  Maybe have even been there?  But now that I know it can be rented during the summer, I just might get to know it better.  Ready for a trip my beloved?

Check it out and don't forget to check out the pictures.

Say it aint so!

I wrote the date today and was shocked that it was September! How can that be? It seems that just yesterday it was February and I was breaking a foot in Paris! Now begin the shorter days of fall which lead to the long nights of winter. How does time to by so quickly? Soon it will be 2009, I really did not think I would be alive to see the year 2000, so I guess every thing after that is just gravy!