princess bride in white
a lacy drift of jasmine -
the world celebrates.
Congratulations to the new Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Rant du jour - Birthers are Racist and Annoying
Birthers - you know who you are - enough. Enough with ragging on the President of the United States about whether he's American enough to be President, or is even an American at all. Stop it. No other President has been so harassed. You sound like a blast from the late 1950's, when racism passed for sophistication in certain circles. No, thank you.
Don't think, however, that I don't support the right to free speech. I do. I think the case of an out-of-town jerk who wanted to "protest" at a mosque (against the right of Muslims to be Muslims, as far as I can tell) may not necessarily have required jailing the guy. So, you're entitled to voice your opinion.
I just think you give your opinion its proper name. You are not protecting truth, justice and the American Way, you are being racist. This is not a citizenship issue, this is a "how-did-this guy-who-had-an-African-national-parent-get-to-be-in-charge" issue. You got the birth certificate, and none of you are satisfied. What are you going to ask for next? Mitochondrial DNA, to make sure his mama was really from Kansas? I wouldn't be surprised.
Why not be honest, drop the "birther" moniker, and proudly raise the flag of racial bias? Just admit you only want someone completely from your gene pool to sit in the White House. Better for the rest of us, and better for you. Look - Donald Trump wants to be your new best friend. Lucky you.
Don't think, however, that I don't support the right to free speech. I do. I think the case of an out-of-town jerk who wanted to "protest" at a mosque (against the right of Muslims to be Muslims, as far as I can tell) may not necessarily have required jailing the guy. So, you're entitled to voice your opinion.
I just think you give your opinion its proper name. You are not protecting truth, justice and the American Way, you are being racist. This is not a citizenship issue, this is a "how-did-this guy-who-had-an-African-national-parent-get-to-be-in-charge" issue. You got the birth certificate, and none of you are satisfied. What are you going to ask for next? Mitochondrial DNA, to make sure his mama was really from Kansas? I wouldn't be surprised.
Why not be honest, drop the "birther" moniker, and proudly raise the flag of racial bias? Just admit you only want someone completely from your gene pool to sit in the White House. Better for the rest of us, and better for you. Look - Donald Trump wants to be your new best friend. Lucky you.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Haiku du jour
silky falling rain,
evil pounding sinuses -
shoot me, shoot me now.
(This grumpy haiku was brought to you courtesy of the failure of my favorite sinus cocktail - Advil chased with coffee. Grrr. They expect me to show up with a brain, ya know.)
evil pounding sinuses -
shoot me, shoot me now.
(This grumpy haiku was brought to you courtesy of the failure of my favorite sinus cocktail - Advil chased with coffee. Grrr. They expect me to show up with a brain, ya know.)
Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Yeah, I have a Michigan accent
It's true, I checked.
go to www.michigannative.com. There's a pronunciaton guide and everything. I'm not sure I agree that a Michigan accent sounds like a pirate from Kentucky with a head cold. Not quite buying it. But, yeah, I do say some of the words the Michigan way.
go to www.michigannative.com. There's a pronunciaton guide and everything. I'm not sure I agree that a Michigan accent sounds like a pirate from Kentucky with a head cold. Not quite buying it. But, yeah, I do say some of the words the Michigan way.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Haiku du jour
brave blades of green grass
thrust through dark peat and white snow
rippling in the wind.
thrust through dark peat and white snow
rippling in the wind.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Welcome to Michigan - April Snow Showers
Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
No spring for us - it's spiteful.
April the calendar shows,
But it snows, but it snows, but it snows!
No spring for us - it's spiteful.
April the calendar shows,
But it snows, but it snows, but it snows!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Chartarum blog contribution
Frances - Playing Dead in the Road
Most good horror flicks kill off a few people before the credits. As an acting challenge, it sounds like a fun one – you get your big moment AND make the audience sorry for you. All you have to do flop over and feign stillness, right? No problem, dogs do it all the time. So when John said he wanted to get some footage of his intrepid cast both surviving and not surviving, it sounded really cool and dramatic. I was geeked.
Of course, it’s tougher than it looks. First, there was the environment. For me, that meant putting on the flannel shirt jacket as if the evening were cooling off (it wasn’t), smearing on sun block (a redhead thing), and topping off everything with a layer of Deep Woods Off (mosquitoes). Make up? Not needed.
Then, there was traffic. There we were, artistically laid out on the quiet country road, holding back on breathing and twitching, and a car came by. And another. Followed by yet another, towing a trailer with two ATVs. There was even a motorcycle or two that halted shooting because of the distant noise. Had we had this much traffic before? Never (quiet country road, remember?) On the upside, by the time the ATVs passed we could position ourselves pretty quickly.
Finally, there was the business of getting into a good death pose. I’m not trained. Actors are trained in fainting, fighting, dying, and giving birth while Atlanta burns. Me? Pure MSU – Make Stuff Up. So, I probably died very neatly each time - no scraps, stubs, or damage to the glasses. But when John circulated with his camera, I stopped all movement, even if there was a pebble in my shoulder blade, an insane itch, or the “Dead Skunk” song playing in my head (why?) I was going to be good and dead, and John would add the dramatic gore later through movie magic. Would half my face be gone, or would I just be eviscerated? Exciting stuff to think about as John carefully stepped around and through us.
My conclusion? Way cool, but dogs make it look easy.
See more at www.Chartarum.com
Most good horror flicks kill off a few people before the credits. As an acting challenge, it sounds like a fun one – you get your big moment AND make the audience sorry for you. All you have to do flop over and feign stillness, right? No problem, dogs do it all the time. So when John said he wanted to get some footage of his intrepid cast both surviving and not surviving, it sounded really cool and dramatic. I was geeked.
Of course, it’s tougher than it looks. First, there was the environment. For me, that meant putting on the flannel shirt jacket as if the evening were cooling off (it wasn’t), smearing on sun block (a redhead thing), and topping off everything with a layer of Deep Woods Off (mosquitoes). Make up? Not needed.
Then, there was traffic. There we were, artistically laid out on the quiet country road, holding back on breathing and twitching, and a car came by. And another. Followed by yet another, towing a trailer with two ATVs. There was even a motorcycle or two that halted shooting because of the distant noise. Had we had this much traffic before? Never (quiet country road, remember?) On the upside, by the time the ATVs passed we could position ourselves pretty quickly.
Finally, there was the business of getting into a good death pose. I’m not trained. Actors are trained in fainting, fighting, dying, and giving birth while Atlanta burns. Me? Pure MSU – Make Stuff Up. So, I probably died very neatly each time - no scraps, stubs, or damage to the glasses. But when John circulated with his camera, I stopped all movement, even if there was a pebble in my shoulder blade, an insane itch, or the “Dead Skunk” song playing in my head (why?) I was going to be good and dead, and John would add the dramatic gore later through movie magic. Would half my face be gone, or would I just be eviscerated? Exciting stuff to think about as John carefully stepped around and through us.
My conclusion? Way cool, but dogs make it look easy.
See more at www.Chartarum.com
Monday, April 11, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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