Roland Hedley covers the Tiger Woods story.
And comes up with an angle every writer can appreciate:
DOONESBURY by Garry Trudeau

Because there’s always a vampire angle.
Roland Hedley covers the Tiger Woods story.
And comes up with an angle every writer can appreciate:
DOONESBURY by Garry Trudeau

Because there’s always a vampire angle.
Is anyone else having trouble?
My post from yesterday is all messed up.
I’m trying to post a comic strip right now and the words wrap around the strip.
Aargh!!!!
wrote about her run today
and inspired me to get off my butt
so I could also enjoy the relatively balmy December temps.
She included a fun post-run pic so I’m doing the same.
And if any of you are experiencing the almost-winter blahs,
I highly recommend a brisk run around the neighborhood.
You, too, could experience this kind of high!
(And WTF with LJ formatting?!)
I’m plotting today.

What are you doing?
Yesterday the Street Reach volunteers
bagged gifts for our annual toy drive.
This year we provided gifts for 1000 children
from about 320 families.
When families sign up they provide the sex and age
of each child and we give each a gift.
The gifts are sorted by age groups and we walk around
"shopping" for the right gifts which we put in a numbered bag.
Even though it’s a good cause, I get a little tense
because selecting gifts feels like sex-role stereotyping.
Dolls-for-girls and footballs-for-boys sort of thing.
(My family donated books but there weren’t nearly enough).
I’m putting together a list of suggestions for next year’s drive
and I thought you all might have some great gift ideas.
We especially fell short for the teens (and there were lots this year).
We try to keep the gifts at $10 or less (bought on sale).
I’d appreciate any sex-neutral suggestions.
Thank you in advance!
No, I’m not talking escalation in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Or health care reform.
I’m talking about how "the president has packed his economic team with Wall Street insiders intent on turning the bailout into an all-out giveaway."
Here’s the link that takes you to Matt Taibbi’s article, "Obama’s Big Sellout," in the current issue of Rolling Stone.
I forced myself to read the article.
I hope you’ll read it, too.
Obama and all those rich Wall Street bastards are counting on us not paying attention.
Knowledge is power
and until we understand the breadth
of greed and selfishness coming from the top,
we don’t stand a chance of stopping this.
For those more visually-inclined,
here’s a video of Matt Taibbi summarizing his article: Obama’s Big Sellout.
I absolutely recommend Mr. Taibbi’s work.
He’s smart and funny and cuts to the quick with his assesments.
He makes Rolling Stone absolutely relevant in this era.
I’m so glad Wildebeest has a subscription.
When is being nice too nice?
Stupid?
Or even dangerous?
Last night I walked out of a store to the parking lot.
An old, loud truck passed me.
As I reached to open my car door
I heard "Excuse me, ma’am."
It was the guy in the truck.
He had a story about being stranded
and needing gas money.
I told him I didn’t have my wallet and only had a credit card
but would look in my car for change.
He then asked me to go to a gas station where he’d clean my windows
in exchange for some gas.
I hesitated and told him I needed to check in my car.
I found four quarters, accidentally dropped one between the seats,
and took three out to the man.
It wasn’t until I handed him the money that I looked at him.
He looked a little volatile.
A bit scary.
But I see volatile and scary every week at the soup kitchen.
He thanked me and I walked back to my car.
A woman in an SUV was idling there, watching.
She said, "I was just making sure you were okay."
I thanked her and got in my car.
And then it all hit me:
I hadn’t thought twice about approaching that man’s truck.
Hadn’t thought twice about standing next to his door and open window.
Hadn’t thought about the big dog on the seat next to him.
I’m 5’10".
I regularly "bounce" people from the spaghetti dinner.
I’m used to people on the edge.
But none of that matters.
Last night I wasn’t paying attention to the situation.
And worse, I actually contemplated going to a gas station.
Whoa.
I need to maintain a sense of "me" in those interactions.
Giving is good until it’s stupid.
Today’s forecast was a high of 10 degrees.
This afternoon I was stir crazy
so bundled up and went outside to shovel.
I shoveled for just over an hour.
It felt good to get air and exercise.
I was very grateful for my mask.
But then I looked in the mirror
and noticed my cheeks are red.
A different kind of red.
Oh no!
Frostnip?
Frostbite?
I did a Google images search.
Ewww.
And whew.
I absolutely do not have frostbite.
Trust me on this one.
Today is cold as a witch’s tit.
At least, I thought it was.
Until I found this:
"For years, the public has assumed that the breasts of witches maintain temperatures at or around the freezing point of water," said team leader Phillip McCracken in a telephone interview. "Through a series of revolutionary experiments, we have been able to determine that they actually achieve an average temperature of 72 degrees Fahrenheit."
The researchers do not currently understand why witches’ tits — while certainly warmer than expected — are nearly 27 degrees cooler than the tits of normal humans.
"Unfortunately, theory behind the thermodynamics of thaumaturgic mammaries is sadly under-investigated," added McCracken.
Magdalena Chancerly, the president of the National Organization of Wiccans in Salem, received the news of the scientists’ findings with enthusiasm. "You can only hear ‘cold as a witch’s tit’ so many times before becoming offended. I, for one, am glad to have my breasts associated with the comfortable climate of spring instead of the chill of winter."
Michael Genrich is a Boston-based writer and compu-chimp. He accepts full responsibility for The Daily Instigator.
I stink at making up titles.
But with FRAMED, I thought I’d finally done it:
created the perfect title
right from the start!
It’s been FRAMED through
every single draft
and revision.
I was so proud of my multi-layered title.
But now it’s been pointed out that
FRAMED is too subtle for a middle-grade novel.
Sadly, I believe that’s true.
So now I need something else,
perhaps FRAMED plus subtitle.
Or maybe something completely different.
Have I mentioned I stink at titles?
Quick, who said this:
"So no – I do not make this decision lightly. I make this decision because I am convinced that our security is at stake in Afghanistan and Pakistan. This is the epicenter of the violent extremism practiced by al Qaeda. It is from here that we were attacked on 9/11, and it is from here that new attacks are being plotted as I speak. This is no idle danger; no hypothetical threat. In the last few months alone, we have apprehended extremists within our borders who were sent here from the border region of Afghanistan and Pakistan to commit new acts of terror. This danger will only grow if the region slides backwards, and al Qaeda can operate with impunity. We must keep the pressure on al Qaeda, and to do that, we must increase the stability and capacity of our partners in the region."
You’d be excused if you thought those words came from George W. Bush.
But you’d also be wrong because
those fearmongering words came from Obama’s speech last night.
Obama ended with this Bush-esque tangle of mixed metaphor and jingoism:
"America – we are passing through a time of great trial. And the message that we send in the midst of these storms must be clear: that our cause is just, our resolve unwavering. We will go forward with the confidence that right makes might, and with the commitment to forge an America that is safer, a world that is more secure, and a future that represents not the deepest of fears but the highest of hopes. Thank you, God Bless you, God Bless our troops, and may God Bless the United States of America."
Then Obama went back to the White House to pack his bags
for his trip to Oslo where he’ll pick up his Nobel Peace Prize.
said, "Carol Lynch Williams has created some kind of miracle in the THE CHOSEN ONE" and she was right. I finished reading it yesterday and could not stop thinking about it. High stakes and lovely writing.
said, "A beginning is filled with so much hope." Jeannine was referring to the blank page at the beginning of a project and I realized that that hope is what keeps me in the writing game. Each time I start a new book, I know the sky’s the limit on what I can accomplish.
Zippy’s mother once said "We’re talking about rulers and we end up talking about blue-green algae. Isn’t that strange?" I dug that 12/23/91 gem out of my old quote book because this past week I spent the day with my in-laws and was reminded how odd yet fun it is being a part of that family. (Although sometimes the odd outweighs the fun).
Anne Lamott said, "Hey, who fucking cares?" when she was in the bathtub, feeling down on herself as she stared at her post-pregnancy thighs. I think Anne’s wisdom applies to an awful lot of stuff in my 47-year-old life. Feel free to remind me of this sentiment when I fall into a shame spiral.
Yesterday I didn’t do a bit of writing.
I took the day off.
Instead, I aired out mattresses,
sprayed mini-blinds,
washed windows,
washed and rehung curtains,
and cleaned two bathrooms.
Today I worked on revisions
for about four hours.
I’m trying to decide which day’s work
gives me a greater sense of satisfaction.
My manuscript is almost ready to go.
On the other hand, those windows were really dirty.
Yesterday I had big plans for my revision work
and except for using 12-pt font and choosing the counter over the hair-covered floor,
I stuck to my plan.
Here is my original ending in all its glory.

And here, after hours of agonizing and brain-sweating,
is the cut and paste version of my revised ending.

I don’t think I could’ve slogged through all that without
a huge visual aid.
Word processors are grand
but nothing beats paper and scissors.
Not even rock
(sorry, couldn’t resist).
I’m reworking my ending.
I’ve realized it reads like GROUNDHOG DAY.
Similar things happen over and over.
Diluting the action.
But I’ve got so many characters and so many plot lines
I’m not sure how to figure it all out.
It’s a bit intimidating.
I’d like a hovercraft that allows me a bird’s eye view
of everything that happens in those twenty pages.

But I don’t have such a thing so I’m going to settle for
printing out those pages
in larger font
and spreading them out on my floor.
Note to self: vacuum up dog/cat hair, first.
I just got home and found an email in my inbox from Muffin & John.
I thought to myself, "Do I know a Muffin & John?"
I opened the email and found this photo.
I’ve never seen this kid in my life.
And I’ve decided I don’t know Muffin & John.

You might be thinking to yourself
"What’s the big deal? Stray email, is all."
Oh, yeah?
Stray email doesn’t explain last week’s text message to my phone
with an attached photo of a baby and the caption: My new nephew.

Is it time for me to start freaking out?
I’m working hard on revisions.
Rewriting the ending.
I know some of you are working hard today, also.
My writer buddies.

We’re all in this together.
I just went into my backyard with a camera hoping to capture a colorful birthday shot
for Melodye ( ) and Laura ( ).
There’s not much color out there.
Then I found this pincushion flower (scabiosa)
that a couple weeks ago was buried beneath about three feet of snow.

I realized this little flower-that-could perfectly symbolized two of the strongest and most vibrant women I know.
Melodye and Laura, here are my wishes for a happy day
and a coming year full of love and laughter. . . . .
Not sure if
and noticed
but today while they were busy revising,
I snuck away.
Not because I wanted to avoid my revisions
but because I was in a tangled situation
and had gone as far as I could go.
I needed word from afar.
So I went outside and tackled my garden-run-amok.
Tore out some stuff that needed to go.

Two and one-half hours later when I went inside,
there was a shift.
I’d received word.
And now my tangle is one step closer to resolution.
All hail the Implements of Destruction!
Both literary and garden-ary.

But tomorrow I’ll be back for more.
This is brilliant.
Glenn Beck hoisted by his own petard.
Watch it and laugh
(because laughter’s all we got right now).
AGNES by Tony Cochran

Keep trying, Agnes.
I’m right there with you.
There are many out there beating the "Muslim=haters" drum
regarding yesterday’s tragedy.
This essay provides insights not provided by the shrieking media.
Focusing on Ft. Hood Killer’s Beliefs Are an Easy Out to Avoid the Deeper Reasons for the Massacre
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It’s hard to pinpoint what’s the most shocking thing about Major Malik Nadal Hasan’s shooting rampage in Fort Hood, Texas. I’ll start with this: there’s nothing all that ground-breaking about it. Happens all the time, it’s just that we’re a nation of amnesiacs who forget all the unpleasantries, and refuse to learn the valuable lessons.
For starters, Fort Hood is located in Killeen, Texas — where one of the deadliest rampage shootings in American history took place in 1991, when an unemployed ex-Navy enlistee, George Hennard Jr., crashed his pickup into a popular cafeteria, pulled out two handguns (Hasan also used two handguns), and murdered 23 people before taking his own life. The day before the massacre, Hennard was eating a hamburger in a local restaurant watching the Clarence Thomas confirmation hearings and, according to the manager, “When an interview with Anita Hill came on, he just went off. He started screaming, ‘You dumb bitch! You bastards opened the door for all the women!’”
So yesterday’s Fort Hood shooting isn’t the worst or most deranged mass-killing in Killeen’s history — not by a longshot. The mainstream media is enabling the screaming about the Muslim traitors in our midst, but Hasan killed far fewer Americans than the white, racist George Hennard. And they were bested by the federal government in nearby Waco Texas, in 1993, when federal forces slaughtered some 75 men, women and children in the Branch Davidian compound.
But in what may seem like a strange coincidence, Maj. Hasan and Killeen are connected to another American shooting rampage. Killeen held the record for America’s worst shooting massacre until 2007, when Virginia Tech student Seung-Hui Cho shot and killed 33 fellow students. And Malik Nadal Hasan graduated from Virginia Tech in 1997. Both Hasan and Cho were bullied and harassed — Hasan’s cousin told reporters that after 9/11, his military comrades regularly abused him, calling him “camel jockey.” But the cousin insisted that Hasan’s opposition to the war didn’t grow out of the bullying, but rather from the stories he heard while interning as a psychiatric counselor to veterans from the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. Hasan even hired an attorney to try to come to a settlement with the US government and leave the service, but they wouldn’t settle for a deal and instead forced him to deploy. He apparently fought it up to the day before his deployment — and instead of going to the war, he brought the war to the US military.
As is often the case, the wrong lesson was learned, and the solution was more guns and more militarization of society: after the Virginia Tech massacre in 2007: a new pro-gun student group was formed, calling for the arming of as many students as possible. The group is called Students for Concealed Carry on Campus, and today it claims over 40,000 members on over 363 campuses. Likewise in 1991 after the Killeen shootings, the state of Texas responded by enacting a law freeing up gun owners to carry concealed weapons. It was President Bush who signed the law as TX governor in 1995 — and it was also Bush in 2008 who signed the first federal gun control law in 13 years after the Virginia Tech massacre.
So Hasan, whose parents came to the US from Palestine, had plenty of personal connections to “Made in the USA” violence and massacres; and yet there’s a frantic attempt to make him out to be a crazy Muslim monster hell-bent on killing Americans. Why would he need to take inspiration just from them, when Americans already provided so many excellent examples of how to mass-murder fellow Americans?
Fort Hood, the largest military base in America, has seen its share of violence as well. For one thing, it holds the record for most soldiers killed in Iraq and Afghanistan — 685 so far — and though we don’t know the figures, it’s reasonable to assume that Fort Hood is responsible for a sizable percentage of the tens or hundreds of thousands killed in those countries since America invaded them. Over the same period, 75 soldiers have committed suicide at Fort Hood, ten in 2009 alone — the highest of any base. In just one weekend in 2005, two soldiers who’d returned from Iraq killed themselves in separate incidents. Last year, in something right out of Full Metal Jacket, Specialist Jody Michael Wirawan, 21, of the 1st Cavalry Division, shot and killed his lieutenant, then killed himself when police arrived. And life in Killeen isn’t much nicer: it has one of the nation’s lowest median incomes and highest crime rates. Earlier this year, a 20-year-old Fort Hood soldier was killed by a Killeen cop who claimed he killed the soldier after being dragged underneath his SUV; the dead soldier’s mother filed a lawsuit claiming that the cop was notoriously out-of-control and violent, and that he shot her son while the car was pulled over.
All of this violence and despair led Fort Hood’s commander, Lt. General Rick Lynch, to build a post-traumatic stress disorder complex called the Resiliency Campus, featuring a Spiritual Fitness Center for soldiers to meditate, and a Cognitive Enhancement Assistance Center. As though a spiritual fitness workout routine could resolve the underlying cause of why a Resiliency Campus was built in the first place.
if the government really were concerned about all the suicides and PTSD cases, they could have prevented Mj. Hasan’s murder-suicide mission before it happened. It would have been easy: Hasan had pleaded with his superiors not to be sent to Iraq, where he was scheduled to be deployed, but his requests were denied. RIght-wing bloggers like Michelle Malkin and some mainstream outlets have seized on reports emerging that Hasan supposedly voiced opinions sympathetic to suicide bombers. But if he was an Al Qaeda sleeper-cell suicide bomber himself, it makes no sense why he’d a) argue with fellow soldiers that the wars are wrong and we should withdraw; and b) that he tried to get out of being deployed to Iraq. The 9/11 terrorists did their best to “blend in” and pretend like they were as American as apple pie, because the point is not to draw any attention to yourself if you’re a terrorist planning to suicide bomb a military base. Moreover, the timing of his shooting, the day before he was to be sent off, shows that his desperation had reached the limit. What this suggests is that the massacre could have been avoided if Maj. Hasan’s objections were taken into account.
Maj. Hasan’s opposition to the Iraq and Afghanistan wars puts him where the majority of Americans are today. And he’s not the first soldier at Fort Hood to protest the war. Desertion rates have soared since the Iraq invasion, and Fort Hood has had some high-profile objectors making the news this year, such as Spc. Victor Agosto, who was court-martialed in August after he refused to go to Afghanistan, and Sgt. Travis Bishop, who filed for conscientious objector status after serving in Iraq for 14 months.
Going back to Vietnam War, Fort Hood was famous as the site of one of the first anti-war protests in 1965, when the so-called “Fort Hood 3” refused to be shipped off on the grounds that the war was wrong and illegal. Three years later, the movement expanded: hundreds of African-American GIs protested plans to deploy them to the 1968 Democratic Convention in Chicago, and 43 were court-martialed. It was a heroic act: US troops and cops staged one of the bloodiest police-on-citizen episodes in modern history. In 1971, the Fort Hood United Front, made up of soldiers from the base, marched into Killeen, even though the city refused to grant them a permit; hundreds were arrested.
Today, if you read through some of the forums out of Fort Hood, the antiwar mood is clearly strong and clearly a problem for the authorities. So they’ll do their best to paint Maj. Hasan as a Muslim loon. The rightwing has been trying for years now to equate opposition to the wars with pro-terrorist, anti-American sentiment, and by the poll numbers today, that would make most Americans anti-American terrorists.
You can already see the dark, rank heart of the American Soul in anonymous messages posted on underground right-wing sites like Free Republic, a few of which are posted below:
Why is anyone surprised?
We already have a DIRTY MOSLEM TRAITOR in the Oval Office.
What’s one more moslem piece of garbage?
* * *
[Quoting a previous posting] **If you are Islamic, you may not serve in our military. Period.**
I’m getting closer to:
If you are Islamic, you may not serve in our military live in this country.
Period.
* * *
I’m getting closer to:
If you are Islamic, you may not live.
* * *
The story is still fresh and there’s a lot we don’t know, and there are still a lot of conflicting reports and confusion. Since Hasan will be tried in a military court, the American public will only learn whatever the military wants us to learn. And to a nation slipping deeper into its own amnesiac fog, the last thing we want to learn are the painful, threatening truths.
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Read more of Mark Ames at eXiledonline.com. He is the author of Going Postal: Rage, Murder, and Rebellion: From Reagan’s Workplaces to Clinton’s Columbine and Beyond.
As you know, I’m a big fan of Silver Freckles.
The talented Laura ( )made a bracelet especially for me.
Now Laura is having a contest that runs through HER BIRTHDAY, November 12!
The DRAWING is on her birthday!
Gifts for us!
How cool is that?
Here’s how you participate:
1.post this contest on your blog, including a link to www.SilverFreckles.com. (feel free to pull a picture of a bracelet from the site).
2. Then go to Laura’s NEW BLOG and comment on the giftaway post———
http://lauraludwighamor.blogspot.com/2009/11/silver-freckles-promo-and-giftaway.html
and put your blog address in these comments, so Laura knows where it is mentioned, then on NOVEMBER 12–LAURA’S BIRTHDAY! she will draw a name from OVER THERE and that person will win a bracelet from Silver Freckles!
The best part? You do not need to have freckles to enter this contest.
(Although I’ve got lots of freckles if that helps my cause, Laura).
*** BONUS!! If someone pulls the contest from your blog and gives YOUR BLOG credits Laura will enter your name a second time!
***DOUBLE BONUS if you have previously purchased a bracelet from Laura your name is entered again and again for each purchase!
Laura is also on Facebook now and you can follow her at SILVER FRECKLES!
(She’s going to have a Facebook contest in December).
Join the LAURA’S BIRTHDAY/SILVER FRECKLES PARTY!!
What could be more beautiful than silver freckles?
AGNES by Tony Cochran
And here I was thinking "bus jump" was the key element to a publishing contract.