Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Image from Wikipedia
Read this article: Where are all the bees going?

Evidently we have something other than global warming to worry about and it is SERIOUS. It is called Colony Collapse disorder. Be afraid. Be very afraid...

Albert Einstein. "If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe, then man would only have four years left to live.'


Wednesday, April 18, 2007

H. L. Mencken, who wrote in The American Mercury for April 1924 that the aim of public education is not

to fill the young of the species with knowledge and awaken their intelligence. . . . Nothing could be further from the truth. The aim.. . is simply to reduce as many individuals as possible to the same safe level, to breed and train a standardized citizenry, to put down dissent and originality. That is its aim in the United States . . . and that is its aim everywhere else.

From the article Against School by John Taylor Gatto.

Evidently Americans eat 100 acres of pizza a day or 350 slices per second (can anyone say Obesity problem?). If all the pizza in America was saved up for a month I could go out in the ocean and build a pizza island and be king. I of course would have to hire a navy to keep hungry people from eating my island.

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Friday, April 13, 2007


Kurt Vonnegut
November 11, 1922 - April 11, 2007
Damn, another great one gone...

Thursday, April 12, 2007

You never know when your number is up, when the fat lady is going to grab you by the balls and make you sing that last swirling high note for her. This thought might make some decide to take up rock climbing, hang gliding or BASE jumping, to really, in their minds, start LIVING. I’m not advocating living your life like some sort of goddamn kamikaze. What I’m trying to say is that you just never know and that maybe it doesn’t hurt to be prepared. That’s why I concentrate on fending off death. I don’t go dancing crazily about and acting like some damn fool trying to live a life that would make me uncomfortable because the truth is everyone is WATCHING and they think you look like a huge ass pirouetting under that disco ball. I carry my roscoe, my Mom’s brass knuckles and an attitude forged from my life on the streets. Go ahead, laugh, be a dove and shove a posy at me but when that bad man comes in the darkest hour with his fists full of sharpened steel I’ll be ready to smash his teeth in and you, you’ll probably be dead.
--Private Detective Burma Ludlow

I have a question for you. I'm doing a little research for my next book and I was wondering what books you read that you couldn't put down. You know the page turners that keep you up half the night? I think I have the main character nailed down that I want to use but my plot needs beefing up. Thanks...