November 2004

It’s cheaper than London, and less people live there. Auckland is a lot like Seattle. It’ll be like an episode of “Lost” – only, with cities. Anyhow, I’m outta here. Taking tomorrow off to stay home and write, because really, you can only play so many rounds of Xuma.

“She wanted to be the heroine of her own life.” – Carol Emshwiller While on the phone with my dad last night, discussing my virulent rants here on Brutal Women, he asked me why I started this blog. There are several reasons for it: 1) I get to meet new and interesting people 2) I

It’s a lovely rainy November day here in Chi-town, and Al-jazeera has some news about Bush’s cabinet reshuffling (Colin Powell has had enough, and it’s rumoured that Rumsfeld is leaving), and here’s a neat 10 things the Chinese do better than we do from the Globe & Mail, and a boingboing reader sent in a

Deep breath. I’m home. No more bagels. My headache’s gone. I’m less nauseous. OK. Thoughts from Amp: The big mistake the Democrats, and most of the left, made was to believe that by winning elections we will change the country. Just the opposite is true. It is only by changing the country that we will

And, it appears my family has shown up in the comments section. I love the internet.

8:15am: Four more years of a nation led by criminals. I was making coffee with one eye on CNN when the news broke, and I called my dad, a man who’s spent many years fighting for good things, sometimes at great personal cost. “Get over it,” he said, “The way you feel now is exactly

Nick’s got some more good stuff up. I’ve been eating too many bagels, and have started in on the post-Halloween candy hidden all over the office. Not a proper binge, thank god, but not morsels I should be eating. Nick’s is a good reminder that they’re both shitty candidates. The Lesser of the Evils shouldn’t

I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whos frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on

Just got this from NARAL Pro-Choice America. I recommend signing up for their newslist. Help us (and yourself!) out. We’ve got a Supreme Court Justice not long for this world, and three more over the age of 65. Hitler’s just waiting for the old guy to die, and then we’re fucked. So — Here’s what

Am currently enoying some post-concession bagels here at work. Half our office voted dem. the other half, for Hitler. So it’s a mixed post-concession bagel bag. In other worklife news, one of our two accountants left her husband and kid, left her keycard in the office, and got on a plane Friday. She hasn’t come