blogging is for sissies.

so my buddy cindy issued a blogging challenge earlier this month. i didn't really accept, but... there she is, blogging her little ginger heart out.

what can i say? i'm trying to get into law school, people! and apparently no one reads posts about politics, because people don't read the news anymore, they just watch jon stewart. (pay no attention to the weeping behind the curtain.)

for now, i leave you with this:

Tall Ships

I'm not so good at blogging.

But I'm going to see the Tall Ships today in Duluth. Ever since I read C. S. Forester when I was a kid I've loved tall ships.


Eight of these beauties will sail into port today and tomorrow, and we have passes to climb aboard and take tours. (Unfortunately we're not sailing with them...)

I'll take pictures. :)

SALAMANDER TUNNELS.

So I'm watching the West Wing. Which is a great show, and interesting to me for a number of reasons. None of which are in this post.

A few weeks ago I watched the big block of cheese episode. Which contains this delightful clip:




Ah, me. A wolves-only highway. Good thing we don't actually do shit like that.

WAIT.

WE'RE BUILDING TUNNELS FOR SALAMANDERS.

Seriously? SERIOUSLY?

the constitution is free!

I'm working on something epic. EPIC. But you'll have to wait a bit longer to find out what it is. Or... I suppose you could just guess. That's cool too.

In the meantime, I just wanted to post a quick note about how to get a copy of the United States Constitution for FREE. On paper, I mean. It's all over the internet. But I love my pocket Constitution so much, I wish I had 300 more to hand out. Of course, mine's from the Girl Scouts, circa 1994, which makes it cooler than anyone else's.

(Mmmm. Thin mints.)

There are several different versions, and all are readily available. My second favorite is from the Heritage Foundation. All you have to do is follow this link and give them your address. You'll receive a pocket version in a couple weeks.

If you don't want the logo for a conservative think tank all over your copy, you can follow these links:

Constitution Facts (pay $3 shipping)
National Center For Constitutional Studies (pay $1 shipping for up to 9 copies)
Cato Institute (pay $4.95 for shipping)
TheCapitol.Net (send them a letter including two stamps)

Oh, you noticed? You mean the Heritage Foundation is the only organization that thinks it should be actually free? Those crazy conservatives. (And no, I didn't neglect to add anybody. These are the only legit sources I could find.) Of course, very few people actually know what the Heritage Foundation actually does, and it sounds harmless enough, so we can keep the embarrasing truth between us. I won't tell.

Liberty.

In Philadelphia in 1787, 55 men crafted a piece of writing that has never been matched in all of human history.

At the time, there was no nation on Earth governed with checks and balances on authority by those who were governed.

Our revolution has been the only true revolution of the people in human history. Every other "revolution" has ended in tyranny, and the oppressed people had to crawl their way back to the light.

The United States is unique. And a little weird.

The people of the United States have created for themselves something resembling that precious, lifegiving state: liberty. It was bought with blood.

But it will be taken away with paper. Thousands and thousands of pages of paper.

I intend to begin writing here to to sort out what we have, in laws and policy, and what we're losing in current and previous legislation. And possibly what we need to do to crawl back to liberty. I, like so many Americans, need to learn more about the Constitution, US and State Law, and the ideals behind them. I will try to be faithful to the facts but, as anyone who knows me can tell, I can't keep my opinions to myself. I hope you'll read them and respond.

what could be.

A while ago, a couple of images were taken that changed the way we think of the universe. We took the Hubble Telescope and picked a tiny point of space (and I mean TINY), and took a photograph. For no scientific reason - we just wanted to know what was there. Because we were curious. We pointed a telescope at a spot we thought was empty, and what we got was astounding.

The Hubble Deep Field:


Each one of these tiny points and oblong swirly bits is an individual galaxy. Each one contains billions of stars, and each of those stars could support several planets. The Ultra Deep Field contains even more:

I would encourage you to click on these images, and take a look at them in a higher resolution. Look at them for a long time. Let the magnitude of each image sink in. It's impossible, of course, for us to grasp the full importance of these photographs. But maybe we can get a hint of just how vast our universe is, and how far we have to go.

Watch this in full screen if you can:

oh hai!

Lookit! Posting! Daily!

So I work in an office. With cubicles. And I can hear EVERYONE sniffle and cough and sneeze, and then reach for their tissues. I think it's sort of hilarious, and I really want to pull pranks on people. For example, how much better would it be if there was suddenly a kitten under that last tissue you pulled:

It would make my day, anyway. I leave you with a Lolcat.

daily posts? meh.

I seem to have trouble blogging on a regular basis. (See: procrastination.)

But my dear gingery friend Cindy is doing a blog-a-day, and dammit, she is the QUEEN of procrastination. If she can do it, so can I.

I think.

...Maybe not.

Update: I now officially work for a certain non-profit organization which shall not be named herein. I actually like it. (I even get paid!) It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside to work with high school and college students on starting new events in their schools. Which means my blog may be less snarky in the future. It depends entirely on Barack Obama's approval ratings.

In the attempt to beat Cindy in our (non-) Non-Competitive competition to see who can actually do it (that she doesn't know about yet), I shall follow her lead and post random facts ON A DAILY BASIS. Watch out, world.

Fun fact #1: My mom reads my Tweets. Also my blog. Hi Mom!

Fun fact #2: While clueless and potentially dangerously politically apathetic, Jill is super cool and has a blog. That I didn't know about. Go read it and bask in the awesome. She also loves adverbs, seriously, but not as much as Topher, who loves them adverbally. (But don't make fun of Jill's grammar. It won't do any good anyway. And watch out for Topher's GIFs.)

Fun fact #3: This is the kind of thing I look at when I'm feeling uncomfortable with my level of Star Trek fanaticism. It makes me feel cool.

a cautionary tale.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who didn't watch the news. She was a happy teenager, as teenagers go, and carefree, and able to be kind to the people around her.

But then, one day, she found something called a Remote Control. Lost for centuries, somewhere within the Sea of Crumbs and Change that rests deep beneath the Couch Cushions, the Remote Control was said of old to be a powerful device that could cause lethargy, loss of willpower, and end meaningful relationships. It was said to be able to show its Master nearly anything through the use of its evil puppet, the Television. But this particular Remote Control was especially adept at showing the viewer the doings of other Peoples. Specifically, the People of a land called Washington D. C.

When the girl found the Remote Control, and saw what the People did in the place called Washington, the girl began to change. She became restless, frustrated, angry. Her friends did not understand what she saw, and became alarmed, and warned her not to view what the Remote Control showed her. She tried to resist its power, and spent hours screaming her head off at the dreaded Television, but it was all for naught. The Remote Control had her in its evil clutches.

In an effort to help the girl, an ancient Healer told her about a purging technique that used something called a Blog. The girl began to Blog, and it seemed to help. But soon, even the Blog lost its power, and the Remote Control beckoned again. She was trapped, sucked into the world of the People of Washington, forever to lament and bemoan the doings of its inhabitants. Their pull was too strong, and her friends fear she may never escape.

And so, children, when you next find yourself floating on the Cushions above the Seas of Crumbs and Change, resist the temptation to seek the power of the Remote Control, lest you find yourself trapped in vistas of a land even more hideous than Washington D. C. You could end up trapped forever in a story like.... Twilight.

(EEEEEEEK!)

a short note about wodka.

THERE'S TOO MUCH VODKA IN MY VODKA.

Slowly, I'm trying to convince myself that vodka is worth drinking. So far... it's Zamir to my Bourdain. Without the fangirls, and with the Turkish massage.

People have been trying to convince me of the virtues of this slimy offense to the senses (albeit with chameleon-like properties) since freshman year. At times, the chorus has been rather desperate: "It doesn't taste like anything, Jess, here, take a shot!" "It's better than whiskey, I promise!" "My god! Don't you like Bloody Marys?!?" "You can make it from potatoes! YOU'RE IRISH, YOU'LL LOVE IT!"

All through the conveyor belt pressures of college drinking culture, I stoutly refused to accept it as fit for human consumption. I have chosen instead the much more macho whiskey and rum families, and oh what a welcome they provided.

But, here I am, sipping a Bloody Mary cautiously. Maybe it's the vodka fangirls ("Bartender, make me a shot! I don't care what, something that tastes good! I want to get wasted and dance badly!"), maybe I feel like I missed out on the Luce Brunch Experience (and the subsequent vodka/tomato induced afternoon comas), maybe it was Chekov. Who always drank Wodka.


("Scotch? T'was inwented by a little old lady from Leningrad.)