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originally posted January 8th, 2008
It's been a while since I had one of these. In somewhat of a tone as my NOPE Blog and its sister the YUP Blog this one will now be dubbed the TWICE Blog.
The Mentor's word of the day is illustrious, mine is TWICE.
Twice (/twa?s/) [twahys]
–adverb
1. two times, as in succession Write twice a week.
2. on two occasions; in two instances I phoned him twice.
3. in twofold quantity or degree; in double the amount or degree twice as much
[Origin: bef. 1150; ME twies, equiv. to twie twice (OE twige, c. OFris twîa, OS tuuîo)]
This is the year. The year of change. The Bush dynasty will be finally over and maybe we can start to repair what has been done. Maybe we'll be able to move forward into the future and stop resembling the tyranny of the past. How Bush was allowed to serve not just once, but TWICE, is dumbfounding.
Politics in general is so fascinating: whether it happens on a national scale or around the fabric measure table at the local Jo-Anne's craft store. There is always someone vying for top dog position and the machinations some people pull are incredible, especially when looking from the outside in. (Sometimes not so very cool being the bitch dog in heat.)
I am undecided as of yet. I want to vote for Hillary because she's a woman, and I'm a woman. I think every woman should feel this little twinge of solidarity. Whether you use the nip to cast your vote or not is up to you. I have an old friend that never registered to vote. He's 40, like me. Yet, he always complained about the state of affairs in this country. I told him it was his fault. By not voting, he 'voted' to live in a society he didn't like. He uses the tired "my vote doesn't count" excuse. But last year, I took him to register. He swore that if Hillary ran for president, he would register to vote. We went in August. Now I don't mind talking politics with him. He calls me every week. Sometimes TWICE. whether she can win is a big question; especially now. If we look to history, black men got the right to vote before women. What is that phrase? History is always repeaing itself...(ahem, another form of twice?)
I was surprised by the outcome of the Iowa caucus. I had heard so much rhetoric about Obama being inexperienced and young. Even the crap about the African-Americans refusing to vote for him because he really wasn't "black" made me think he might not stand a chance. I've been impressed by Barak Obama since his speech at the 2000 Democratic convention. He's pretty smart and not as inexperienced as you might think. "Fresh" is the word I'd use to describe him. Fresh like just peeled corn or like peaches hanging on a bough after a cool rain with the sun rising in the background fresh.
As I stated before, Mr. Barry Eisler's post about Brand, Market Adoption, and President Obama is an insightful piece on the marketing of the candidates and how we as "consumers" choose our particular purchases. "Change" is the word being bantered about after the upset Obama pulled. Everyone is on the "change" bandwagon. His experience or alleged 'lack thereof' is no longer an issue. Obama breathes change. His demeanor, his words, and his skin color pulse the word change at every venue. Please go read it. I am planning on reposting it here soon, but go read it now. Mr. Eisler posted his thoughts on Sunday.
On Monday morning as I was listening to KNPR and 'Talk of the Nation', guess what I heard panelist Ms. Anne Mack talking about? The marketing of the candidates. What's up with that? TWICE in two days. Wow.
She got raked over the coals by the callers (not so much) who were insulted by being infered to as "consumers" but isn't that just what we are? We are the ultimate consumer! All those 99 cent and Family Dollar stores filled with crap we dont need didn't just spring up out of thin air. Have you ever stood in line at one of those places? Your $8 purchase will take you two hours to get home.
I swear, NPR radio heads can be so snobby. They don't realize we are so few in number comparitively. We may be informed but the rest of the world get most of their news right before watching Jeopardy on the local news channel. (Exactly how many of you were affected by the almost psuedo-wrenching, tearful Hillary last night. (Shades of Ellen and the destruction of women as a force spun around the back of my head.) Unfortunately, some will be affected by it. (Hey, I just realized, the setback of women....twice... well, almost twice.)
Shades of the movie Idiocracy are taking place in Naples. All the dumps are full. Trash hasn't been picked up in two weeks. Scary. See what I mean about consumers? Maybe if we stop trying to conquer hair loss and prolonging erections we won't have to worry about that happening here. And then...and then I heard another story about a city in Italy (...uh, that was Naples, Italy by the way). It was about the drowning of Venice and how everyone owns two pairs of vivd colored rain boots and how no one lives on the first floor... of anything. That's TWICE my attention was pulled towards Italy. What's going on?
My precious Kolchak has somehow spawned a doppelganger. Everyday, when I get home from work, my pretty little kitty runs to greet me and follow me into the house. She scratches the tree and then rolls in the dirts and then makes me hold the door for her waiting until she comes in.
I came home the other day and she just started yowling at me. Kolchak is not a talker. She didn't roll in the dirt. She didn't scratch at the tree and she wouldn't follow me in. She just yowled at me some more. And then another long-haired, black, yellow-eyed cat emerged from the bushes, hissed at her twin, rolled in the dirt and then walked into the house. Too freaky. My roommate keeps feeding Doppelganger and it hangs around all the time so I'm confused on a daily basis now. Doesn't help that my cat loves her pet dog.
Lastly, on Sunday I was supposed to meet a computer friend in real life. Once a month I drive out to pahrump, NV. The owner of the property I'm buying lives out there so I make the tank-ful trek to go make my payment. I hang around for a couple of hours oohing and ahhing over the horses and feeding the chickens. I love the drive out. Great for contemplation and singing loudly. For about a month I've been e-mailing someone who lives out there and we had agreed a month prior to meet in real life. Plans had been made, agreed upon, and I even forfeited my phone number. No call. I'm getting ready to leave Pahrump and finally..."I'm sick. Don't think its a good idea." Nothing like waiting until the very last freakin' minute! Yeesh! Last Saturday, I was supposed to meet a friend for a movie. No call. I call. "I'm sick. Don't think it's a good idea." didn't happen just once...nope...that's right, TWICE!
That's it for me. Think I'll hide out for a couple of weeks. I'm just a little freaked out. Talk to you after the New Hampshire primaries.
Stay informed,
Erma.
COME PLAY WITH ME!
originally posted January 8th, 2008
It's been a while since I had one of these. In somewhat of a tone as my NOPE Blog and its sister the YUP Blog this one will now be dubbed the TWICE Blog.
The Mentor's word of the day is illustrious, mine is TWICE.
Twice (/twa?s/) [twahys]
–adverb
1. two times, as in succession Write twice a week.
2. on two occasions; in two instances I phoned him twice.
3. in twofold quantity or degree; in double the amount or degree twice as much
[Origin: bef. 1150; ME twies, equiv. to twie twice (OE twige, c. OFris twîa, OS tuuîo)]
This is the year. The year of change. The Bush dynasty will be finally over and maybe we can start to repair what has been done. Maybe we'll be able to move forward into the future and stop resembling the tyranny of the past. How Bush was allowed to serve not just once, but TWICE, is dumbfounding.
Politics in general is so fascinating: whether it happens on a national scale or around the fabric measure table at the local Jo-Anne's craft store. There is always someone vying for top dog position and the machinations some people pull are incredible, especially when looking from the outside in. (Sometimes not so very cool being the bitch dog in heat.)
I am undecided as of yet. I want to vote for Hillary because she's a woman, and I'm a woman. I think every woman should feel this little twinge of solidarity. Whether you use the nip to cast your vote or not is up to you. I have an old friend that never registered to vote. He's 40, like me. Yet, he always complained about the state of affairs in this country. I told him it was his fault. By not voting, he 'voted' to live in a society he didn't like. He uses the tired "my vote doesn't count" excuse. But last year, I took him to register. He swore that if Hillary ran for president, he would register to vote. We went in August. Now I don't mind talking politics with him. He calls me every week. Sometimes TWICE. whether she can win is a big question; especially now. If we look to history, black men got the right to vote before women. What is that phrase? History is always repeaing itself...(ahem, another form of twice?)
I was surprised by the outcome of the Iowa caucus. I had heard so much rhetoric about Obama being inexperienced and young. Even the crap about the African-Americans refusing to vote for him because he really wasn't "black" made me think he might not stand a chance. I've been impressed by Barak Obama since his speech at the 2000 Democratic convention. He's pretty smart and not as inexperienced as you might think. "Fresh" is the word I'd use to describe him. Fresh like just peeled corn or like peaches hanging on a bough after a cool rain with the sun rising in the background fresh.
As I stated before, Mr. Barry Eisler's post about Brand, Market Adoption, and President Obama is an insightful piece on the marketing of the candidates and how we as "consumers" choose our particular purchases. "Change" is the word being bantered about after the upset Obama pulled. Everyone is on the "change" bandwagon. His experience or alleged 'lack thereof' is no longer an issue. Obama breathes change. His demeanor, his words, and his skin color pulse the word change at every venue. Please go read it. I am planning on reposting it here soon, but go read it now. Mr. Eisler posted his thoughts on Sunday.
On Monday morning as I was listening to KNPR and 'Talk of the Nation', guess what I heard panelist Ms. Anne Mack talking about? The marketing of the candidates. What's up with that? TWICE in two days. Wow.
She got raked over the coals by the callers (not so much) who were insulted by being infered to as "consumers" but isn't that just what we are? We are the ultimate consumer! All those 99 cent and Family Dollar stores filled with crap we dont need didn't just spring up out of thin air. Have you ever stood in line at one of those places? Your $8 purchase will take you two hours to get home.
I swear, NPR radio heads can be so snobby. They don't realize we are so few in number comparitively. We may be informed but the rest of the world get most of their news right before watching Jeopardy on the local news channel. (Exactly how many of you were affected by the almost psuedo-wrenching, tearful Hillary last night. (Shades of Ellen and the destruction of women as a force spun around the back of my head.) Unfortunately, some will be affected by it. (Hey, I just realized, the setback of women....twice... well, almost twice.)
Shades of the movie Idiocracy are taking place in Naples. All the dumps are full. Trash hasn't been picked up in two weeks. Scary. See what I mean about consumers? Maybe if we stop trying to conquer hair loss and prolonging erections we won't have to worry about that happening here. And then...and then I heard another story about a city in Italy (...uh, that was Naples, Italy by the way). It was about the drowning of Venice and how everyone owns two pairs of vivd colored rain boots and how no one lives on the first floor... of anything. That's TWICE my attention was pulled towards Italy. What's going on?
My precious Kolchak has somehow spawned a doppelganger. Everyday, when I get home from work, my pretty little kitty runs to greet me and follow me into the house. She scratches the tree and then rolls in the dirts and then makes me hold the door for her waiting until she comes in.
I came home the other day and she just started yowling at me. Kolchak is not a talker. She didn't roll in the dirt. She didn't scratch at the tree and she wouldn't follow me in. She just yowled at me some more. And then another long-haired, black, yellow-eyed cat emerged from the bushes, hissed at her twin, rolled in the dirt and then walked into the house. Too freaky. My roommate keeps feeding Doppelganger and it hangs around all the time so I'm confused on a daily basis now. Doesn't help that my cat loves her pet dog.
Lastly, on Sunday I was supposed to meet a computer friend in real life. Once a month I drive out to pahrump, NV. The owner of the property I'm buying lives out there so I make the tank-ful trek to go make my payment. I hang around for a couple of hours oohing and ahhing over the horses and feeding the chickens. I love the drive out. Great for contemplation and singing loudly. For about a month I've been e-mailing someone who lives out there and we had agreed a month prior to meet in real life. Plans had been made, agreed upon, and I even forfeited my phone number. No call. I'm getting ready to leave Pahrump and finally..."I'm sick. Don't think its a good idea." Nothing like waiting until the very last freakin' minute! Yeesh! Last Saturday, I was supposed to meet a friend for a movie. No call. I call. "I'm sick. Don't think it's a good idea." didn't happen just once...nope...that's right, TWICE!
That's it for me. Think I'll hide out for a couple of weeks. I'm just a little freaked out. Talk to you after the New Hampshire primaries.
Stay informed,
Erma.
COME PLAY WITH ME!
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