let's see what happens

i read an article in this week's new yorker twice today. it is a non-objective, yet informative take on "true conservatism" from the nixon administration to the present. the first time i was distracted by george packer's obvious rants, but the second time i considered it more interesting. other than the obvious fluff, i enjoyed the more inconsistent view of republican support by evangelicals, neoconservatives, libertarians, young people and boomers. and then i realized that my political opinions are obvious too and that i am much more a product of my generation and my region of origin than i am usually ever willing to admit. so who can blame him. or me. or baby boomers who didnt experience free love, drugs & an attempt at civil rights or who were born again after the sixties, the ones who actually felt guilty not complying with military violence like their patriotic fathers. other than that, the article taught me, yet again, the impossibility of knowing what conservatism means these days....or what ideas like pat buchanan's (bush-hating pat buchanan) really mean. that man must wear flip flops in december because he is old and has hot flashes and rejects the fashion-saavy youth of today. the thing i partially successfully embrace as a republichater is the admiration for unwaivering stubborn defensiveness. after all, it is repetition that makes lincoln chaffee a traitor.



there is something about the word "believe" that i just dont trust.....

but maybe politicians have faith in more than their tax breaks and power affairs.

myanmar is not a chocolate bar.

i missed you. all three of you. but get off my back, already. im a busy girl & you arent paying me.
for no reason other than the fact that i was going to (finally) post something today anyway.....

i thought i would give you a little input into my hero for the week, miz victoria woodhull. this chick was rad. and if the dresses she wore werent so constricting, i would say she'd make a pretty badass action figure. talk about someone who reeeeeally stood for progress. barack who?

ooooh, THAT guy. you know, as far as the whole election thing goes, i feel as though i have come full circle. i used to think big ears had all the answers, back at the last dnc. then he just annoyed me. now, i think he is doing alright with what he has been handed. all in all, i think there is no golden prez, so we may as well go with the answer that best attempts to acknowledge the following statement:

we are screwed.

a. shoes
b. orange juice
c. golf

everybody knows golf is our only hope.

sometimes i feel as though life is like a good zombie movie & our only sources of joy are dennis hopper's creepiness & sky flowers. (thanks, noy.)

i read this article by the wc team yesterday about gin & television. so on my way to work this morning, as i walked through a crowd of zombies, i wondered: are we really waking up from our tv-induced haze? or is tv telling us we are? i can get on my high horse and preach the way of the last remaining live humans, but i am a zombie, too. my chosen poison may be a bit more subtle, but i have been bitten by the bug of convenience & luxury just as much as the LOST fanatics. a wise man once told me that no glass is half full or empty. it just has some liquid in it.