Sudan cynic

Listening to the radio this morning I heard the President warn Sudan that the U.S. will not avert its gaze from the genocide in Darfur. This is true. We will keep gawking at it displaying the same voyeurism that rubber necker do at the site of a Highway crash.

Follow the peoples' wishes

Call me a war monger if you so wish. I have to say, after hearing that the militants holed up in the Palestinian refugee camp were threatening to fight to the death, the people pleaser that I am says: "Give them what they want."

Cynic's Inc. 2

The headlines today read that Jerry Falwell died of a heart condition. The news to me was that doctors found a heart.

You've got mail

I was going to blog about my feelings of pride for finally subscribing to a daily newspaper. Turns out I found something better. I went and got the mail today. Nothing too exciting about that so far. I mean I do it at least once a week, twice now that we have Netflix. (My mailman must hate me for focing him to shove stuff in that small box.)
I went back up and realized that I had received three pieces of wrong mail. The last two digits of the appartment number matched the two digits of my mail box (the mail boxes are numbered sequentially the flats are numbered by floor with four digits) and the first name matched mine but for the last syllable "ce", instead of "t". I figured that I would be a good citizen and return his mail to my neighbor. First I was surprised to find out that it was indeed a she and then I realized that her accent was French, from Nancy. How funny it is to meet French people half-way across the world. It turns out that she works at the same school as my aunt-in-law. Life is funny. Laugh people. I said laugh.

MS-DOS

As some of you might know I started a new job yesterday. It's a small paper, The Newberg Graphic. I was already disapointed when I realized that they were worshipers of the dark side and ran an older version of XP - Pro. Imagine my stupor when I realized that the editing software we use to file our stories runs on MS-DOS. Yes, you read correctly. I write stories in white characters on a blue background and have only limited use of my mouse. (Left to right and it highlights.) But it's all good because they are going to pay for my entrance at the National Writers Workshop in PDX next month.

"It will stretch a little."

“It will stretch a little,” the dentist said as he introduced a cotton pad between my teeth and cheek. It joined another pad, a small drill, a curved mirror, a random number of gloved fingers, a water hose, and the tip of a vacuum cleaner.
“Breath through your nose as much as possible.” Such a simple action had suddenly become much more challenging now that two people were shoving fingers and equipment in my mouth. All this because I had cracked a tooth eating nut bread and that the chip had fallen off on a piece of chocolate. Chew slowly kids. It will save you a lot of pain.