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Sunday, December 26, 2004
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 Yes...I got the digital camera. The Kodak I wanted was sold out so I got the next one up in price. HP Photosmart 3.1 MP digital camera. So far so good. I have to get the first pictures I took off and into the computer. Christmas waz good. We had eats at mom. I found out my only living uncle left is back in the hospital with cancer. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer about 3 years ago. He had been on all sorts of medication and chemo. He has come out of remission now. He is that uncle that eveyone has...the one that smokes, drinks and stays in trouble. Could be all that partying caught up with him.
Friday, December 17, 2004
How many of you celebrate Kwanzaa? I do not. At least not yet. My father made a hand carved Kinara several years ago because my mom said she wanted to celebrate it. We never did. I tried to. The year my father made the kinara I got all the info ahead of time about kwanzaa for the family so we would know what to do, but it never panned out. Seems like there was some one thing we were missing so we could not do it. Now it just sits in the livingroom in an honored spot on one of my mom's display cabinets. There are many churches and groups that celebrate it. A few years ago I went to the first night of zwanzaa festival at the long shoreman hall where I live and it was good. There were all sorts of african vendors set up and african dance performers and food and all sorts of booths set up by black vendors. I might have to ask mom if she wants to try to dust off the kinara this year and maybe use it.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves,"
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves. And labor conditions at the north pole Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety, Released to the wilds by the Humane Society. And equal employment had made it quite clear That Santa had better not use just reindeer. So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid! The runners had been removed from his sleigh; The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A. And people had started to call for the cops When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops. Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened. His fur-trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened." And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows, Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation, Demanding millions in over-due compensation. So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife, Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life, Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz, Demanding from now on her title was Ms. And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion That making a choice could cause so much commotion. Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. Nothing that might be construed to pollute. Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot. Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise. Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys. Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. Nothing that's war-like or non-pacific. No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth. Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. For they raised the hackles of those psychological Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological. No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt; Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt. Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe; And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed; He just could not figure out what to do next. He tried to be merry, tried to be gay, But you've got to be careful with that word today. His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground; Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. Something special was needed, a gift that he might Give to all without angering the left or the right. A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision, Each group of people, every religion; Every ethnicity, every hue, Everyone, everywhere...even you. So here is that gift, its price beyond worth... "May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth." (c) Harvey Ehrlich, 1992 All the best to my e-mail friends for a Happy Holiday and a Prosperous New Year!
Monday, December 13, 2004
Yes...the true saga continues-->the true stories of all my failed relationships. Read the first 3 chapters in the Harrington saga on the side bar to the right.
I called Harrington on Sunday and he invited me over. I went over and asked for details about the trip. He told me the standard stuff you would expect to hear...they went on the beach, had a few drinks, had a few meetings. I went to the bathroom and just happened to look in the trash can when I threw my handtowel away. I saw a condom...at that time he did not use condoms with me so I immediately became suspicious. (That was back in the day when it was just a little safer to not use protection) I asked about the condom. He said that it was an old condom he found when he was cleaning out his suitcase that must have been in his suitcase for a long time. He had forgotten it was in there, it had been in there for so long. I did not believe that answer so I began to ask more details about the trip. I got some evasive answers so I asked more direct questions. Questions like..."did you take a woman to the beach with you?", and I demanded the truth. " Yes," was the answer. I was told he took the bitch that was the one typing his papers. I was livid. He had never taken me to the beach. We had a big ole' fight and I left. We did not see each other for about 4 months. He called and said he was sorry and came bearing gifts and saying that he wanted to see just me now and like a sucker I fell for it. We were on..dating again. Things were going well for a very long time. They were going well until the Sunday my shift at work got cancelled and I decided to surprise him with an unannounced visit. It was about 11AM on that sunday morning when I arrived at his house. It pays to make an unannounced visit. You learn so much. Harrington learned. He learned that Rambo can be anyone..not just Sylvester Stallone.
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Funny how the only black man is fired and not allowed to finish out his contract. Timing is everything but it seems suspicious to me.
In the hours after Ty Willingham was fired by Notre Dame, ESPN News analsyst Trevor Matich (who looks, by the way, as if he could bench-press the entire College GameDay cast) implied something was askew about Willingham's firing. Noting the Irish wins over a pair of top 10 programs (Michigan and Tennessee) this autumn and the fact that other ND coaches had struggled in their third seasons without being fired, Matich wondered aloud "if there isn't something else going on here." I'm not sure what to infer from what Matich said, but here's what I know: Two of Notre Dame's previous five coaches before Willingham, Gerry Faust and Bob Davie, did struggle in their third seasons. Davie went 5-7 and Faust 7-5. Neither improved significantly in the two more seasons they were allotted and, in retrospect, perhaps the university should have pulled the trigger on their tenures earlier. The other three coaches -- Ara Parseghian, Dan Devine and Lou Holtz? Each won a national championship in his third season in South Bend. Ty Willingham was not fired because he failed to win a national championship. Ty Willingham, who by every account is a man of impeccable integrity and character, a man possessed of both wisdom and intellect, was fired because�1) under him the Irish no longer had any fight and 2) Notre�Dame did not want to miss out on a chance to hire Urban Meyer�. It wasn't Willingham's 21-15 record that did him in so much as the manner in which Notre Dame so often lost the past three seasons. The Irish have lost by 30 or more points 20 times in their more than 118 seasons. Five of those 30-point losses occurred during Willingham's tenure. Holtz and Devine, for the record, never lost by that many. Parseghian did so twice, and one was the infamous Anthony Davis game in which USC rallied from being down 24-6 to winning 55-24. Faust lost by that margin only once, his final game, the 58-7 beatdown at Miami. For those of who attended Notre Dame and regularly check the "Cannot Attend" box on invitations to weddings that take place in autumn (unless it's specified in the invite that a big-screen TV has been secured for the reception hall), the past two seasons have been especially ignominious (see, I attended a bastion of academia!). The 38-0 shutouts by both Michigan and Florida State in 2003, for example.�Or the trio of 31-point losses to Southern Cal. The eight losses by three touchdowns or more. You can make the argument that Notre Dame does not have the talent to match up with those teams, and maybe you're right. But the margin of those losses suggest something more insidious than a disparity in talent; those routs suggest that as a team (not as individuals, but as a team), Notre Dame lacks strength of character. And that flaw goes back on the coaches. September 9, 2000, was my lowest moment as a Notre Dame fan and alum. The top-ranked Nebraska Cornhuskers invaded South Bend and so did their fans. So many alums had scalped their tickets to Husker fans that Notre Dame Stadium became a sea of red. The rest of us were a sea of red faces. It was embarrassing. Or ignominious. I was ashamed for Notre Dame and not one member of that football squad could have failed to notice that, by and large, their fans had sold them out (not the students; Notre Dame students are loyal to the nth degree; they're even holding a rally for Willingham on Wednesday on the steps of the administration building). More here
 VIENNA, Austria (CNN) -- Dioxin poisoning caused the disfiguring illness afflicting Ukrainian opposition presidential candidate Viktor Yushchenko, doctors at an Austrian hospital said Saturday. Doctors said at a news conference that they suspect a "third party" administered the poison in September, possibly by putting it in Yushchenko's soup. In Ukraine, the prosecutor-general is reopening a probe into Yushchenko's illness, according to the Interfax news agency. A previous investigation, by another prosecutor who has since been fired, had been looking into the possibility that biological agents were used. Yushchenko faces Prime Minister Viktor Yanukovych on December 26 in a repeat of last month's vote. Yanukovych was declared the official winner, but the Supreme Court threw out the results because of voting irregularities. The director of the private Rudolphinerhaus clinic in Vienna said there was no doubt that Yushchenko had eaten or drunk dioxin, but could not say whether the poisoning was intentional. "What we can say at this point is that this concentration constitutes an amount which is 1,000 times above the normal levels that you would find in blood or [skin] tissue," said Dr. Michael Zimpfer, who noted that doctors at his and other European clinics had conducted tests during the past 24 hours. MORE!
What is dioxin? Dioxins and furans are some of the most toxic chemicals known to science. A draft report released for public comment in September 1994 by the US Environmental Protection Agency clearly describes dioxin as a serious public health threat. The public health impact of dioxin may rival the impact that DDT had on public health in the 1960's. According to the EPA report, not only does there appear to be no "safe" level of exposure to dioxin, but levels of dioxin and dioxin-like chemicals have been found in the general US population that are "at or near levels associated with adverse health effects." . Dioxin is a general term that describes a group of hundreds of chemicals that are highly persistent in the environment. The most toxic compound is 2,3,7,8-tetrachlorodibenzo-p-dioxin or TCDD. The toxicity of other dioxins and chemicals like PCBs that act like dioxin are measured in relation to TCDD. Dioxin is formed as an unintentional by-product of many industrial processes involving chlorine such as waste incineration, chemical and pesticide manufacturing and pulp and paper bleaching. Dioxin was the primary toxic component of Agent Orange, was found at Love Canal in Niagara Falls, NY and was the basis for evacuations at Times Beach, MO and Seveso, Italy. Dioxin is formed by burning chlorine-based chemical compounds with hydrocarbons. The major source of dioxin in the environment comes from waste-burning incinerators of various sorts and also from backyard burn-barrels. Dioxin pollution is also affiliated with paper mills which use chlorine bleaching in their process and with the production of Polyvinyl Chloride (PVC) plastics and with the production of certain chlorinated chemicals (like many pesticides). More
Agent Orange Agent Orange was an herbicide employed during the Second Indochina War commonly referred to as the Viet Nam War. Agent Orange was not the only herbicide sprayed in Vietnam although, due to its intensified usage, it is the herbicide most commonly mentioned and blamed for health problems in connection with that period in history. There were two other herbicides, an insecticide and a chemical irritant used during the Second Indochina War. They each were called by code names: Agent Blue, Agent Orange, Agent White, CS and Malathion. Agent Blue: code name for cacodylic acid (dimethyl arsenic acid; 371.5 km/m3) Agent Orange: code name for mixture of 2,4,5-T (2,4,5.-trichlorophenoxyacetic acid; 545.4 Kg/m3) and 2,4-D (2,4-dichlorophenoxyacetic acid; 485.1 kg/m3), altogether weighing 1 285 kg/m3; a herbicide; associated with the (2,4,5-T moiety is the impurity dioxin (2,3,7,8-tetrachlorodibenzo-p- dioxin). Agent White: code name for a mixture of an approximate ratio of 4:1 of 2,4-D (2,4-dichlorophenoxyacetic acid; 239.7 kg/m3) and picloram (4-amino-3,5,6-trichloropicolinic acid; 64.7 kg/m3) CS (o -chlorobenzalmalonitrile), an anti-personnel (harassing) agent, was used as an irritant from 1964 to 1970. Malathion (S-(1,2-dicarbethoxyethyl)-0, 0-dimethyldithiophosphate), an insecticide, was sprayed from 1967 to 1972. Agent Orange (A-O) and Agent White (A-W) contain mixtures of plant hormone mimicking compounds which destroy plants by interfering with their normal metabolism. Agent Blue (A-B) destroys vegetation by preventing plants from retaining moisture. These chemical products were used in Viet Nam during the years 1961 to 1971. The three year period from 1967 to 1969 herbicide usage was at its heaviest. A-O (61% usage) and A-W were effective against dicotyledonous plants (two leaves emerging from seed) and A-B (11% usage) was used for monocotyledonous plants (single leaf emerging from seed). A-W and A-O were used to destroy the forests of South Viet Nam while A-B was mainly used for the destruction of grain crops, particularly the staple crop of rice. The levels of usage for military operations was 20 to 40 times greater than for normal agricultural usages. These chemicals were dispensed by fixed-wing aircraft and ground troops. Loss of foliage, flower and fruit occurred within two to three weeks after spraying. Not all of the trees died and a large percentage of those surviving trees were permanently damaged. Environmentally, because it was in a tropical area, there was an increase in soil nutrient loss and an acceleration in soil erosion. Dioxin has an environmental half life of about three years or more and has shown up in the food chain. The effect of A-O on humans has been an area of intense debate for the past two decades. It has now been thoroughly established that dioxin is a very potent poison. It can cause a wide range of organ and metabolic dysfunctions. In laboratory animals dioxin has shown to be carcinogenic (causing cancer ) and teratogenic (causing birth defects) and mutagenic (causing genetic damage).
Copyright � B.J. Wrights It happened in the kindergarten class, Right at the table where they were having snack. Joanie asked the question and they all sat back: "Mr. Slater? Can Santa Claus be black?" Poor Mr. Slater didn't know what to say, Christmas vacation was twenty days away. There were snowflakes to cut and Window wreaths to be hung, Christmas cards to be painted, And Christmas songs to be sung. He hadn't time to think What Christmas was about, In twenty more days, School would be out! Why couldn't they wait And ask their questions then, When mommies and daddies Were home to answer them? "Mr. Slater? Can Santa be thin? Is Santa Clause always a him?" Mr. Slater looked at twenty pairs of eyes, Twenty children of every shape and size. He ate a bit of cracker and finished his drink. "Children," he said, "I'll need some time to think." As soon as class was over, He ran down the hall, Skidded 'round a corner, Crashed into a wall. Ran up the steps to the second floor, Rapped on the window of the principal's door. "Ms. Frazer, Ms. Frazer, what can I do? The children asked these questions That now I ask of you: Can Santa Claus be black? Can Santa Claus be thin? Does Santa always have to be a him?" "Mr. Slater, it's a difficult task To find answers to the questions you ask. I think with these I'll need some assistance, But I'll get you the answers with a little persistence. Ms. Frazer turned in her swivel chair, Picked up the phone and dialed Mr. Dare. Mr. Dare was the head of the P.T.A., He called for a meeting the very next day. "Thank you for coming," He began with a greeting. "I'd like to get right to the point of this meeting. Mr. Slater, in charge of the kindergarten class, Needs the answers to some questions And he needs them fast." "Can Santa be black? Can Santa be thin? Does Santa always have to be a him?" The parents didn't know what to say, Christmas vacation was nineteen days away. There were cookies to bake and lights to string, Gifts to wrap and carols to sing. They hadn't time to think What Christmas was about, In nineteen more days School would be out! Why did children have to ask questions when Parents had no time to sit and answer them? "Well, Parents? Are there any suggestions? Do we have any answers To these difficult questions?" "Who knows best What Christmas is about? Let's ask Santa!" Someone called out in a shout. The secretary of the P.T.A. Sent a letter to Santa the very next day. The reply came back very, very fast, Addressed to Mr. Slater And the kindergarten class. Dear Mr. Slater, Dear Girls, Dear Boys, Once a storywriter caught me bringing you toys. The year he spied me opening my sack, My skin was white, my boots were black. You probably know how that story goes . . . I laid a finger aside my nose? All these years, needlessly, That story worries children who don't have a chimney. All year long I listen to the news, Read people's thoughts, see people's views. At the end of the year, when I see what's needed most, I take that shape, like a Christmas ghost. I can pass through keyholes, windows and locks, Apartment buildings, hospitals, tents, and trailer lots. One year I used a wheelchair in place of my sleigh, Once I was blind and had to feel my way. It's hard to understand when I don't leave a toy: You can't unwrap a gift like hope or health or joy. My skin has been black, white, yellow, red, brown; My eyes have been slanted, crossed, and round. Sometimes I have been a she: All these things are a part of me. You may not believe all this is true, But that's okay, boys and girls, because . . . I believe in you. ---
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