Archive for August, 2005



In exile

Published on 31 August 2005

I’m hiding in the office at home with my dinner while Manuel the plumber investigates why the Sam Heck water is dripping from the light fixture/fan in the bathroom. Second time this has happened. I don’t know if our upstairs neighbors have been overfilling their jacuzzi or are really careless moppers or what. Not my […]


I’m an ass

Published on 30 August 2005

I don’t know why I post such stupid, frivolous stuff when I’m this upset. (See previous two entries.) Oh, some bottles of wine might be destroyed, boohoo. It’s too difficult to think about what the people in the Superdome are enduring, not to mention the thousands upon thousands of others either stuck on rooftops, wandering […]


Down the tubes

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Two of the three giant escalators at the T station near our house have been out of order for the past couple of weeks, so commuters in the morning have been taking the 117 stairs down to the platform. (Few people take the urine-fumed, pokey elevator.) This morning, a middle-aged woman behind me exclaimed, somewhat […]


Sickened

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Like many, I can’t stop thinking about the destruction left by Hurricane Katrina these past several days, and in particular, that to my beloved New Orleans. I know it could have been worse — the deaths and wreckage in Mississippi are proof — but the Crescent City holds a special place in my heart for […]


Some thoughts on the current chief executive

Published on 23 August 2005

Sometimes I need to be distracted from the usual mixture of fury and panic, even if only for a few minutes.

Although I Like a Good George W. Bush Joke as Much as the Next Guy, Some of Them Seem Gratuitous and Mean-Spirited.
Bush’s speechalist (requires QuickTime).