If Jamaica’s Red Stripe beer wasn’t so bad ganja might not have become so popular.
Thus, we might have Red Stripe to thank for reggae music.
If Jamaica’s Red Stripe beer wasn’t so bad ganja might not have become so popular.
Thus, we might have Red Stripe to thank for reggae music.
Reading this account of no handrails in the Chinese Olympic stadiums brought me back to my days spent dodging open wells and dangling telephone wires in that oh-so-safety-conscious country known as China.
Want to know what its like being a delegate to the Democratic National Convention in Denver? Set your interweb viewer thingamabobs to the blog of N.C. Rep. Ty Harrell. Ty’s promising a behind-the-scenes account of the goings-on in Denver. Ty is also Twittering as TyHarrell.
Thanks for taking us along, Ty! I look forward to your posts.
Wow, am I ready for bed already! Its been a very busy weekend, to say the least.
Friday afternoon, Kelly’s parents arrived to spend the weekend with us. We all went out to Royal India for dinner Friday evening. The next morning Kelly and I fixed breakfast for everyone before we headed downtown to watch the house moves.
The first house was already across the street and the second was just crossing the road by the time we got there around 10:30. They didn’t move much for the next hour, though we were there for one spectacular tire-blowing. Bam! That thing blew up like a bomb! Of course, the blown tire meant all the work had to grind to a halt while the tire was replaced. Having the patience of a saint must be a job requirement of house movers.
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I was visiting my dentist yesterday when he and his assistant began discussing the allegedly-underage Chinese gymnasts. The assistant had noticed a new tooth in one of the gymnast’s mouths.
“If they’re sixteen, they’ve got all of em,” my dentist remarked as he went on with his work.
“Aha!” I thought as I remembered the crucial role dental records play in police investigations. Teeth don’t lie. They’re often used in investigations to determine the age of a victim.
Earlier this week a “hacker” fluent in Chinese discovered official spreadsheets showing that gymnasts He Kexin and Jiang Yuyuan are actually 14. The New York Times has also found similar evidence. Yet, the IOC today says “no proof exists” and stands by the Chinese. Unbelievable.
I’d like to believe in the pureness of Olympic sport but there’s far too much money involved for it to be pure. I wouldn’t put it past China to pull a fast one, nor for the IOC to look the other way. Both aren’t exactly known to be trustworthy.
The N&O editor cheerfully set science aside with today’s headline Feds debunk 9/11 conspiracy theories. The story is about NIST’s report claiming the 47-story WTC7 building’s structural failure was due to fire.
Like hell it was. At least the Associated Press’s headline (“Feds: Fire took down building next to twin towers”)was not so judgmental against those who can plainly see NIST’s theory is bullshit.
In light of the Bush administration’s blatant politicization of science at every possible turn, wouldn’t you think that announcements like these deserve a more critical eye? Wouldn’t a healthy grain of salt be prudent? At the very least, perhaps not be so dismissive of those skeptical to the “official” story?
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The mess of tomato plants my dad gave me are about ready to provide their first fruit. There are over a hundred tomatoes on the vines: mostly cherry and grape tomatoes but a handful of the larger, Cherokee purple kind.
One of the privileges of growing up in the South is enjoying home-grown tomatoes. Its been a while since I’ve grown them myself so I’m especially anxious to give these a try. Next year I might turn the lawn in my whole backyard into a huge garden, planting corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, and much more.
For y’all who are local, you might find me delivering a bag or two of gift tomatoes to you. If you’re lucky!
I walked out at dusk tonight to put out the recycling. Looking up I was pleased to see at least three bats merrily plucking mosquitoes out of the air.
Snack away, my furry flier friends. Just don’t make our gable vent your home anymore, KTHXBYE.
This month marks 16 years since I first came to Raleigh. And my jury summons asked how many years I’ve lived in North Carolina which made me realize I’ve been in North Carolina a total of 20 years. That’s over half my life. Wow. Not exactly a native, but still impressive.
Secret Separation
The Fixx
We are passengers in time
Lost in motion, locked together
Day and night, by trick of light
But I must take another journey
We must meet with other names
You touched my heart so deeply
You rescued me now free me
Don’t watch me cry just see me go
I’ll take away the strongest feelings
You will ever know
There will be no more isolation
In our secret separation
You touched my heart so deeply, you rescued me
Now free me
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