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Month: March 2005

  • Ongoing confession of a long-standing party-pooper pessimist

    Back in the early 80s, there was a lower economic area of Buckhead that began to eat itself in the hopes of attaining glory. We lived in the area right before it began to chow down. The name of the apartment “complex” may have been Oak Hill. My husband thinks it may have been Oak…

  • A Radiant Botanist’s Primer: Lesson one, on the weeds and the flowers

    From the NY Times which I see today has an article on megachurches (a subject I brought up in Friday’s post). When you ask people how Radiant has changed their lives, they will almost invariably talk about how it helped open their hearts. But there’s a kind of narrowing going on here as well, which…

  • Shadow Walking

    [clear] Shadow Walking by H.o.p. And here a proud mom struts her son’s stuff. H.o.p. did this when he was 5 actually. I always think he was 6 but he was 5 and had just discovered Photoshop. Was one of his first pieces in Photoshop. At age 5 he is superior here to anything I’ve…

  • Twenty years after The Scream

    Below “The Sun” 1909-1911. One of my favorites now. Obviously related to “The Scream.”

  • And she stole all the curtains and the dresser

    Consider this two posts in one. Happen (yesterday morning now) across the story at Pandagon. The IMAX movie, “Volcanoes of the Deep Sea”, banned at venues in southern states (GA, SC, NC and TX). Why? Because it mentions the dreaded big E word. Even the Fort Worth Museum of Science and History in Texas has…

  • Techniques that profit nothing and fantastic invasions

    Billmon’s left sidebar shows he’s reading Robert Gellately’s “Backing Hitler, Consent & Coercion in Nazi Germany”. I would post too in side bars what I read but the things I’m most influenced by I’ve been reading for 20 years, so wouldn’t be “things I’m reading” but “here’s my flesh and bone, looks suspiciously like paper…

  • A congregation of harpies

    So, I went from Alas, a Blog’s postings on Schiavo to Trish Wilson’s posting on Schiavo, after which she promised it would be a Schiavo-free zone. I commented and am now back here. I, too, hadn’t intended to blog on Terri Schiavo. Even last night after reading the latest at the NY Times, the argument…

  • The Sound of Music, i.e. "That’s Mary Poppins?"

    Image from Wikipedia Still too much in a flu (well, stomach bug) haze (my pregnant sister landed in the hospital with it Wednesday-Thursday, and thank goodness she’s OK) and staring at the wall being still not an option but an occupation, I am pulling out of Bigsofa archives a blog of “The Sound of Music”.…

  • Spring is when Jesus dies. I remembered this Sunday because the billboards were up

    Spring is nearly here. Virtually here. In the south, in Georgia, spring arrives early. One day in March you open your door and stumble over spring into summer. For the next couple of weeks summer and winter play badminton over spring’s head then send her off. Once a decade an ice storm will sweep through…

  • Road to Stone Bridge

    The below is from Stone Bridge. So in any case I went to college in 1959–maybe the problem was education–and quickly became a an activist in anti-segregation demonstrations, then soon enough a little bit beyond liberal, and by the end of the 60s a full-tilt revolutionary socialist. Though I have long since mostly reverted to…

  • Why the bass player cried that night

    Five or six years ago I tried blogging. We lived across the RR track, right next to the RR track, our too picturesque view of the world being the RR track and beyond it the large warehouse of a large dry cleaning establishment into which I never saw a single customer walk, which let the…

  • When I was seven I was told all about savings and interest

    I make rounds through the blogs, or start to. Alas a blog is down for the moment. “Permission denied” error. Seems an upgrade or change and PHP/MySQL is taunting them with it. Making note because this morning I was amused. Working with PHP pages can drive one nuts, especially when you grew up on HTML…