Monday, June 4, 2007

Mine is bigger than yours

So it would appear another terror plot has been foiled. Yay. Go team.

...but...what is all this 'it would've been worse than 9/11', 'it couldn't possibly have been as bad as 9/11' (paraphrased off the overnight news) argument over this? What are they thinking?

I say to them: does it matter? Is this a valid reason for argument?

I understand the need to benchmark all things in the US against 9/11 but it just reduces the participants to a 'my daddy is bigger than yours' argument that frankly makes me sickened to be a citizen of this nation. It's such a waste of resources to have our 'best and brightest' (a debatable point that) simply argue what was worse.

Why not argue for a better America? wouldn't that be more enjoyable to watch and *gasp* maybe actually SOLVE SOMETHING?

((yes I live in a fantasy land rose colored glasses and all. Feel free to join me - there's always room for one more to tilt at windmills and wish we thus for a better world))

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Annapolis -


---irony art thou


The picture above is of a sculpture prominently displayed in Annapolis at the City Docks in memorial to Alex Haley. I find it more than ironic that the least homogenous city I've found in Maryland (ok not counting far west or the Eastern Shore) happens to BE Annapolis. The incogruity just struck me yesterday - sort of like 'THAT'S what's wrong' - a distinct lack of color in the natives.


Then again maybe I'm just seeing tourists and the smart yokels go to Baltimore or Washington to sightsee

Friday, June 1, 2007

What is this and how did I get here?


Yeah go figure. Makes no sense to me either except I keep trying to have an anonymous blog and people keep finding me.

Odd bunch that - if I could hide from me I would - trust me.

If you stumble lightly down this trodden path just remember that it's nothing more than the thoughts of a free-spirited stifled artist hiding inside an monotonous accountant's body.

DAMN - that's depressing.

Do not look here for prose, poetry, or creative writing HA. I won't happen sadly. What hopefully *will* happen - when I find out HOW that is - is pictures and whining about whatever it is I choose to whine about - oh and the occassional movie review.

Enter at your own risk.

[EDIT: I found the button (thus shrieks the ex husband upon our last night together ... where did THAT come from?)