Thursday, September 1, 2005
"In the First Amendment, the Founding Fathers gave the free
press the protection it must have to fulfill its essential
role in our democracy. The press was to serve the governed,
not the governors. The Government's power to censor the
press was abolished so that the press would remain forever
free to censure the Government. The press was protected so
that it could bare the secrets of government and inform the
people. Only a free and unrestrained press can effectively
expose deception in government. And paramount among the
responsibilities of a free press is the duty to prevent any
part of the government from deceiving the people and sending
them off to distant lands to die of foreign fevers and
foreign shot and shell."
--Justice Black. New York Times v. US. 403 US 713
"I had no love for the death's-head Hussars, nor for the mortars with the girls' names on them, and when at last the glorious days arrived, I unobtrusively went on my way."
-- Hugo Ball (1915)
Friday, September 2, 2005
I have been struggling with my thoughts and emotions concerning the tragedy on the Gulf of Mexico coast. I kept putting off saying much about it because I couldn't organize my thoughts and separate them from my anger and grief. As it turns out, I was wrong in my approach. The anger and grief is not proprietary, as Robert Majzels told me in an e-mail. Earlier today, he posted the following to the University of Buffalo Poetics list. [Used with permission]
From the news coverage we are getting up here in Canada, it appears
that those who have been hardest hit are African American people and
the very poor, people who had no books to begin with and no place to
go. Watching this unfold, and lacking the means to intervene in a
meaningful way is very difficult and enraging. It's striking that the
best a country that spends millions of dollars a day bombing and
policing peoples on the other side of the globe can do for its own poor
and disenfranchised is to herd them into the bleachers of flimsy sports
arenas without water, food or relief from the heat. And when the number
of these desperate people begins to attain a certain mass, they are
turned away, as in Houston. I can only conclude that racism and class
contempt are at the root of this indifference.
Giving blood to the (white) Red Cross, or books to poets, or funds to
the so-called charitable organizations, most of which money never
reaches the real victims, won't do it. This is class war. Once the
rebellion is quelled, the carpet baggers will move in and grab the
prime real estate. Then you'll see real levees go up in record time.
Perhaps, while the rest of the country watches on CNN, the people on
the ground will get organized. Maybe some African-American political
and religious leaders will help organize the homeless people down there
to march on the white neighborhoods of Texas and sit down on their
front lawns, instead of lining up in front of sports stadiums. Maybe
people in New York and Washington could mobilize to shut down their
cities until the situation in the South is resolved. No more business
From the point of view of people outside the US, you also have to
consider that these drastic weather changes are part of the global
warming and ecological breakdown for which the United States refuses to
assume its large share of responsibility. My heart and solidarity goes
out to the poor of Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama, as well as to
the people of Iraq, who have only begun to pay the terrible price for
the greed and stupidity of the democratically elected government of the
Shame on the USA, shame on its people. How much longer before we
finally see an end to this Great American experiment? We can't afford
Robert Majzels is a Montreal-born novelist, playwright, editor, and translator.
Quote of the Day: "We also often add to our pain and suffering by being overly sensitive, over-reacting to minor things, and sometimes taking things too personally."
-- His Holiness the Dalai Lama
A lot of the problem with the vast numbers of refugees from the Gulf coast is poverty. Thirty percent of the people in New Orleans live in poverty. Were it not for the warm weather, the suffering of these people would be worse. One thing we should, but probably will not, address is this poverty. We should never allow a city to have such numbers of people living substandard lives, without means to adequately take care of their needs, without transportation to safely evacuate in this kind of emergency situation. The biggest problems are not the recovery of the area and the successful rehabiliation of the population, but instead the things that need to be considered are our lack of compassion and the inequitable distribution of wealth in this country.
The petroleum industry needs to quit raking in obscene profits and start using some of the money realized from this artificial elevation of prices, using the illegitimate 'supply and demand' construct as justification, to build more refining capacity and gasoline pipelines into areas such as West Virginia that don't have them and therefore pay more for the product than people in more populous and affluent parts of the country. The poor always pay the price for everything. It's time some equity is introduced into the machinations of society. Anyone have any suggestions?
Saturday, September 3, 2005
Here's a notion. I've been doing all manner of little things, trying to help anyone I can affected by the Katrina disaster. If any of the people who frequent this site would like to make a donation of funds, use my "Donate" buttons, scattered about this website. Oh, look, there's one now!
I'll put one at the top and bottom of this page as well. There are existing buttons on the front page and on the Information page as well. All funds collected for the forseeable future will be turned over to the American Red Cross, or you can donate directly to them by calling their toll-free number, 1-800-HELP-NOW.
Quote of the Day: "What took you so long? I'm extremely happy, but I cannot let it be at that. They did not take the lead to do this. They had to be pushed to do it."
-- Nellie Washington, 70 (from the Convention Center in New Orleans, Courtesy of MSNBC)
You can go to the Craig's List website or the New Orleans Times-Picayune site for more information on what you can do to help or to locate loved ones or friends who lived in the area. I'll be posting more information as I uncover it. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, September 6, 2005
I think I've gone into shock. Instead of the anger and sadness I would normally feel because of the disaster on the Gulf Coast and the aftermath of ineptitude and disgrace, I feel numb. Stunned is more likely the condition. I've read the newspaper articles and editorials, the columns and the cartoons. I've seen the images on television, in newspapers, and on the Internet. I've read all manner of beautiful essays and poems and the outpourings of sad and angry hearts, and while they have stirred me at some deep level, the surface is still calm -- too calm.
The quote for today is something we should all remember, especially right now. Where it says Indian, read "human."
Quote of the Day: "The true Indian sets no price upon either his property or his labor. His generosity is limited only by his strength and ability. He regards it as an honor to be selected for difficult or dangerous service and would think it shameful to ask for any reward, saying rather: Let the person I serve express his thanks according to his own bringing up and his sense of honor."
-- Ohiyesa of the Santee Sioux (Charles Alexander Eastman)
I think I know one or two people like that. I strive to be that way, but mostly fail.
Friday, September 9, 2005
I don't feel a whole lot like doing anything today, particularly writing something here. I don't know why. Maybe it's the sadness about death and the world not working the way I want it to. Maybe it's a sort of post-coital depression. I finished my book about Camille Pissaro by Irving Stone: Depths of Glory. I really enjoyed reading about the lives of the Impressionists, especially Pissaro. I have new appreciation of the man, and a better understanding of him. I need to go look at his work now so I can better appreciate that as well. I really didn't want the book to end, but they all must. Yesterday, Dan Waber, who did the spread of my "Minimalist Concrete Poems" on his Logolalia website, sent me a brief note, :
Thought you might be interested to see this referrer [sic] to your entry on the minimalist concrete poetry site:
I sent the professor a note, but have yet to get a reply. I was all up and happy about this turn of events, since the University of Iowa has one of the premier English Departments and writing programs in the known universe, and that I'm being taught along side of e.e. cummings and WCW swelled my head momentarily. My book that was suppose to be published this year has been canceled, so I took this event as encouragement to seek another, perhaps a major publisher to spread the word. Today, I don't feel so encouraged about it. I will, however, once Jim sends me the originals back, add to them, scan everything at high resolution, put them on a mini-CD and start sending them out to organizations like Taschen, Knopf, and some of the other publishers of the books of poetry and art that I have in my collection. This might be a good time to get a copy of Writers Market.
Quote of the Day: "All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware."
-- Martin Buber
Bonus Quote of the Day: "I am a man of very strong passions and while I am stirred by them nothing can equal my impetuosity. I forget all discretions, all feelings of respect, fear and decency. I am cynical, impudent, violent and fearless. In my calmer moments I am indolence and timidity itself; everything frightens me and discourages me."
-- Jean-Jacques Rousseau, from Confessions
I got the 70mm fan I ordered to replace the one in my computer that Compaq would not take care of in a reasonable fashion. This computer has now cost me an additional $8.34 that it should not have cost me, but that was much cheaper than making two trips to Columbus or waiting three weeks for highly-skilled and highly-paid technicians to do 45 seconds worth of work. The fan was shipped from near Philadelphia on the third of September. I got a postcard sent on the fifth from Wilkes-Barre two days sooner than I received the fan , which came in a regular padded envelope, but with tracking and delivery confirmation. The USPS moves in mysterious, albeit slow, ways.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
A little catching up: When I was working at the Empty Glass running sound, there were a lot of different bands through there. I wrote reviews of some of them here. One of the bands was The Velvet Spasm from Ashland, KY. They were a mostly instrumental rock/jazz/fusion group. Last month, one of the members of the band left a note on my guestbook. They mentioned that they have a couple of songs recorded that night up on MySpace. These songs were recorded using a single PZM (Pulse Zone Microphone), and came out remarkably well for that. Most of the bands that I ran the sound for were delighted with the quality of the mix I provided. Some I had problems with, and those were mostly due to equipment limitations and the unwillingness of the band to do a proper sound check and adjustment prior to beginning the show. Overall, I think I did a very good job and would have done even better if I'd been allowed to do more shows and more regular shows so as to build a rhythm and be aware of the changes in the setup. I was provided with nearly nothing in the way of information as to what worked and how, and that information changed from one time I worked to the next. It was at least as much frustration as pride of accomplishment, as much irritation as enjoyment. Still, I miss it, and the music. I'd love to find another gig like that, but the Glass is probably the only place around that has that variety of music, and since I demanded a better compensation and consideration for doing the job, I've not been asked back. That's what comes from being "uppity."
Quote of the Day: "I am without influence. If you have qualities for leadership, the role will be thrust upon you while you are asleep."
-- Camille Pissaro (quoted in Depths of Glory. by Irving Stone)
I'm having problems with some of my Adobe software. The Acrobat Distiller, which acts like a virtual printer so you can print any document to a PDF file, won't work with Windows XP, or something. It hangs whatever program I'm trying to print from and locks up. Since I have version 5 of the program and Adobe is currently up to version 7, and since Adobe support comes at an added (significant!) cost, I can get no answers from them. I've posted questions on a couple of web sites and on the only Usenet group that seems likely, and I get no response. The manual offers no help either. I hate the way the new technology makes information a premium service. It's like buying a toaster and having the bread cost more per slice than the toaster, and if you want butter you have to sign a 12-month contract for fifty pounds of butter a month, whether you use it or not, because that's the only way it comes. And, of course, borrowing or splitting the cost of the butter with a neighbor or friend or family member is either illegal or contrary to the EULA and your contract will be canceled and you'll be sued for breach. And about how you slice that toast. . . Oh yeah, and using jelly, jam or other substance on the bread or getting after-market bread from another vendor will void your warranty and support contract. It's ridiculous.
An amazing thing has happened -- I've managed to clear a space on my drawing table large enough to actually do something on. Nuts, now I feel obligated. I did buy a wooden tea box at a thrift shop Thursday. Maybe I'll start something in that. The only trouble is I'm out of room to put things like that. I've stopped buying glass pieces, too, even though I saw some lovely ones the other day, simply because I'm out of room. I'd get rid of some things, but I don't know what. Most of the things I could jettison to make room are things like the things I wanted to acquire, so it would just be a rotation of tchatshkes and not really fill out my collection to good effect. This house, at least only using the above-ground parts, is too small. I still have my painted rocks and a lot of commercially made items in storage. There are paintings that adorned walls in previous dwellings that now sit in closets and the attic gathering dust (actually, the ones in the attic are better protected). Such is life. I only wish it was better.
Monday, September 12, 2005
The thoughts and ideas are cascading in my brain at such a rate that I'm almost paralyzed trying to sort out which ones to try to freeze in time before they evaporate like the morning dew. I tried using a microcassette recorder to get some of them recorded, but they were rushing in at such a rate that I couldn't even concentrate on one thing long enough to get it solidified in a coherent form. I hope the flow will lessen shortly and allow me to snag a few things as they float by. What will probably happen is that, like a flash flood, the wash of ideas will pass by in great quantity, leaving nothing but debris and destruction in its wake, slowing to a trickle or nothing at all, much like the Los Angeles River after monsoon season.
Quote of the Day: "The less justified a man is in claiming excellence for his own self, the more ready he is to claim all excellence for his nation, his religion, his race or his holy cause. A man is likely to mind his own business when it is worth minding. When it is not, he takes his mind off his own meaningless affairs by minding other people's business."
-- Eric Hoffer, philosopher and author (1902-1983)
Eric Hoffer wrote a wonderful little book that everyone should read, especially now: The True Believer. Hoffer was a self-styled philosopher, having had no academic training. He came to philosophy by way of being a longshoreman. This thin volume is one of my all-time favorite books. I first read it in the early seventies. I've picked it up several times since then and read it again. Currently it is in the attic in a box, along with 95% of my other books. By the way, the above link to the Amazon page which lists this book was made shorter by use of tinyurl.com. Their web site takes a long, complicated URL and reduces it to a very short link, saving web space and possibility of error. It's a nice service and if you typically use URL's to direct people to things on the web, this is a great way to save disk space, bandwidth, and typing.
So far my efforts at collecting donations for the Red Cross has been exactly as successful as my efforts to solicit support for this web site: i. e., nada. Nothing. Zero, zip, zilch. No dollars and no sense. (Yeah, I spelled it the way I intended.)
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
I've been working on mail art and similar enterprises today. I've also been cleaning up around here some, mostly outside, and I've been reading old journals from 1991. I was 43 back then. Sean was 11 and Margaret was 14. It was a nice time in my life. I had difficulties, but I was involved in computer programming, on the verge of going into network management. I was making a lot of art, acquiring things that have served me well to this day. I bought my stereo receiver and speakers in 1992 and they're still going strong. That was around the time I got my airbrushes and other long-term use art tools. I get nostalgic like this sometimes.
Here are a couple points to ponder in these days of catastrophe and corporatism:
Quote of the Day: "If a person closes his eyes to avoid giving [any] charity, it is as if he committed idolatry. "
-- Babylonian Talmud, Ketubot 68a As cited in Jewish Wisdom by Rabbi Joseph Telushkin.
Bonus Quote of the Day: "Charity's merit cannot be measured by gifts given. It is measured by measuring the receiver's merits. "
-- Tirukkural 9:87 (Hindu holy text)
I had to turn the A/C on today. It's only 84 according to the weather channel "bug" I have in my system tray, but I suspect it's actually warmer than that. Summer is making one last lunge at us before fall and the flaming colors and crisp air arrive.
I saw the newspaper use a headline with "impact" used as an active verb. That rankles me. Affect could have been used as easily and would have been grammatically correct. Another misuse of a transitive verb that I've noticed lately is using "effort" as an active verb to indicate making an effort or attempt. Effort used as a transitive verb means to furnish an auxiliary to. In fact, most dictionaries don't even list effort as a verb. It's a rarity. The first time I heard it used in an active voice was out of the mouth of an idiot -- Geraldo Rivera. Now I hear other reporters on MSNBC and Fox News Channel using it. I suppose it will replace "impact" shortly as the most-misused transitive verb
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
I sort of consider this project a journal, sort of a blog, and mostly I think of it as a column, like in a newspaper or magazine. I'm not sure where I get such ridiculous notions, but there you have it. Sometime I struggle, trying to get my thoughts down in a coherent and hopefully lucid manner; other times it's not much of a slog. Today, it's probably being written for me because on the front page and the opinion page of the Charleston Gazette several of the things I've been mulling over in my mind showed up in print, and generally by better journalistic writers than me. So, here we go.
Quote of the Day: "Many a time in the past six years I have bitten my tongue so I wouldn't annoy people with the always obnoxious observation, 'I told you so.' But, dammit all to hell, I did tell you and I've been telling you since 1994, and I am so sick of this man [George W. Bush a/k/a Karl Rove*] and everything he represents -- all the sleazy, smug, self-righteous graft, corruption, and 'Christian' moralizing and cynicism and tax cuts for all his rich buddies.
Next time I tell you someone from Texas should not be president of the United States, please pay attention."
-- Molly Ivins (column in today's Charleston Gazette)
*parenthetical comment mine -- jmm
Molly Ivins is one of my favorite writers, liberals, and fiesty gals. I met her and spoke with her briefly several years ago after her presentation as a Ned Chilton lecturer at the Cultural Center. A friend of mine was acting as her escort/bodyguard and introduced us. She is an astute observer of human beings, Texans in particular.
On the front page of today's Gazette there is a headline that reads "Bush takes blame for response." I got a CNN Breaking News e-mail yesterday that said, "President Bush says he takes responsibility for the federal government's failures in responding to Hurricane Katrina." Okay, he's to blame and responsible. Exactly what does that mean? Absolutely nothing! He won't resign or perform any acts of contrition equal to the stupidity, oblivion, and mean-spiritedness he's exhibited. A glum, choking-on-the-words admission of guilt is not the penalty phase. He needs to have a cost exacted from his hide. Impeach the bastard. Cheney, Hastert, Frist, and the entire cabinet, too.
Friday, September 16, 2005
President Bush said last night that rebuilding the Gulf Coast will be one of the biggest reconstruction projects the world has ever seen. What he was choking down, concealing his utter ecstacy at the thought, is that it will be be the biggest Kellog, Brown & Root contract the world has ever seen.
Quote of the Day: "Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor."
-- Sholom Aleichem
I'm going to go have lunch. Don't wait for me.
Monday, September 19, 2005
The Charleston Gazette has really pissed me off. They've removed the best, most ironic, and incidentally my favorite comics from the comics page to make room for Sudoku puzzles. I don't need or want to stretch my mind in that direction. I liked "Non-sequitur", a lot! I also liked the single-panel "Strange Brew" and "Bizarro". I prefer the off-beat, the ones that make you think, not something that makes you work, and to no good end. Not only did they take those three off the page, but they replaced Garfield too, with an idiotic, poorly-drawn strip that rehashes old, bad jokes -- "Pearls Before Swine". Maybe I'm quick to judge the quality of the writing, but the art work is still shit. They're steadily removing all the reasons I have to subscribe to the paper. What idiots!
Quote of the Day: "It also gives us a very special, secret pleasure to see how unaware the people around us are of what is really happening to them"
-- Adolph Hitler
I haven't included any art or photos or any other graphics here in quite a while -- not any at all this month so far in fact. Here's a crop of a photograph of one of the leaves of my elephant ear plant. That sucker is getting huge!
"Local Area Network"
I wonder if putting a vacuum cleaner filter on the side vent holes of my computer would keep it any cleaner. And what about the effect it would have on the internal temperature? This house gets so dusty. I think it's largely due to Route 21 being so close by, and all the leaves being crushed to a fine powder on the street out front. I guess I'd have to move to Antarctica to get away from the dust. I like a cold pillow. . .
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Since I changed web hosting services, I've been very pleased with nearly all aspects of the new service, with the exception of the web statistics. The stats provided by this company are less useful even than the ones I got from the old hosting company. Because of this, it's been weeks since I even bothered to look at them. I'm assuming I still have readers. . .
My dear friend, Emily, sent me the quote for today. Thanks, Em.
Quote of the Day: "The traditional religions of Greece and Rome were suited to people interested in the terrestrial world and hopeful of happiness on Earth. Asia, with a longer experience of despair, had evolved a different antidote in the form of other-worldly hopes; of theses, Christianity was the most effective in bringing consolation...a religion of 'sour grapes.' We cannot be happy but we can be good. Let us, therefore, pretend that, so long as we are good, happiness is unimportant,"
-- Bertrand Russell
Having said I'm more satisfied with my new web hosting service, I should mention that there has been a problem with the POP3 and IMAP mail servers this morning. I'm just now getting a lot of the e-mails that I should have had first thing this morning. There is a silver lining, however -- most of the delayed e-mail is SPAM.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Things are so messed up. The chemical companies moved a lot of their plants and operations from here to. . . You guessed it, Houston and Louisiana! Why??? Because they're cheap bastards and wanted to use cheaper labor and lower overhead to make more profits. Things are so keyed to profits now, and in a lot of cases the margins are so slim that even a slight economic downturn or an unexpected expense can cause companies to go belly up. The officers don't suffer. They have their golden parachutes (should be golden gallows). The workers suffer. The stockholders suffer. We'll all suffer because of the unconscionable actions that led to global warming which cause these monster storms. We'll all suffer because of the rapacious structures of the modern corporations, the right-leaning courts, media, and legislative bodies. Only the rich survive.
Quote of the Day:
"By amending our mistakes, we get wisdom.
By defending our faults, we betray an unsound mind."
-- The Sutra of Hui Neng
From "365 Buddha: Daily Meditations," edited by Jeff Schmidt. Reprinted by arrangement with Tarcher/Putnam, a division of Penguin Putnam Inc.
I have friends in Houston. My friends in New Orleans made it through pretty much unscathed. I hope my friends in Houston do the same. Good luck Charlie. Good luck and godspeed, Karen, Don, & family.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
I've not been making any extensive entries here lately, nor have I been diligent in making entries every day. The reason for this is the devastation in the gulf. What I do here pales to insignificance in the face of the destruction and misery there. Indeed, all the pursuits of my life seem trivial. We, as humans, try to acheive immortality through our deeds and our progeny. As humans we grasp our own physical immortality and many of us attempt to surpass this limitation by our works. What have I done that will live on after me? It's daunting that hurricanes can destroy a person's life, not only kill them, but eradicate any trace of them save in the memories of friends and loved ones, and this memory will pass without notice once those people are dead as well. It's distressing that not only one person's existence can be wiped out by the forces of nature, but considering hurricanes, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and meteor strikes, whole cities or communities, indeed the entire culture and history of mankind can be destroyed with elegant simplicity. It makes one wonder what there is to do in this life that means anything at all.
Last night I watched "I Huckabees" for the first time. It will certainly not be the last. Perhaps that is what got me thinking in the way that resulted in the previous paragraph. At any rate, it's a wonderful film. I've seen several really nice films lately, including "The Incredibles" and "Flight of the Phoenix." The former was just a neat comic book adventure. The latter was a typical bunch-of-people-stranded in a bad situation, essentially a disaster film with a twist. It was nice escapist fare for a Saturday night. It left me with a few questions, though, like how was it okay for the dweeb aircraft designer to get away with cold-blooded murder and in the end be rewarded with a significant position at NASA? (Sorry if I ruined that part of it for you) Then again, there are a lot of things I don't get, like why is failure and ineptitude rewarded by the Bush administration? And why do people still listen to Phineas T. Bluster (a/k/a Rush Limbaugh) on the radio?
Quote of the Day: "Go fuck yourself, Mr. Cheney."
-- Dr. Ben Marble
Why can't we have Tomato watches? "There's a tomato watch for the southern counties of West Virginia and Pike County in Kentucky. . ." That would be much nicer than tornado watches. Speaking of destructive storms. In this area of West Virginia we have towns named "Tornado "and "Hurricane".
Monday, September 26, 2005
I've noticed some pixelation of some of the photos I include here. I'm tending now to correct those even if it substantially increases the file size. If you're interested and don't have what passes for a high-speed connection in this backward country, then you'll wait. If you can't wait, I consider it your loss. I suppose this is a rather arrogant way to look at things, but I want to err on the side of quality. I have plenty of web space and bandwidth, and if you really are interested, you'll spend the time. While the pictures are loading, you could read some of this tripe I write.
Quote of the Day: "Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule. "
-- Friedrich Nietzsche, philosopher, philologist (1844-1900)
Rita has arrived. It's raining today. Seems like every time I have to go to Rite-Aid and the bank, it rains. Rain makes me wish for power windows. The window crank in my van is located so that I really have to be stopped to lower or raise the window. I hate to pull up to the drive-through at the bank and stop, put the van in Park and then crank the window down, transact my business and then have to crank it back up. I'm sure it pisses the people behind me off having to wait that extra 20 to 30 seconds.
I got the materials originally intended for my book back in the mail today. It was an occasion of mixed emotions. I was sad that my book will not come out as anticipated. I was happy to see the pieces again as I am proud of them and have some emotional investment in most if not all of them. I am also a little encouraged (amid my discouragement) that I may be able to put together a larger book that a bigger publisher may be interested in. Damn, I'm using a lot of prepositions to end sentences with. . .
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
So far I've had zero donations for hurricane relief through the buttons on this page. I trust y'all are donating through other channels or are doing whatever you are financially capable of to help, particularly those of you who who were benificiaries of the Bush tax cuts. It's my opinion that you should all donate every last penny of the tax boon you received, then donate more on top of that. Brad Whitford, on Bill Maher's HBO show said he got over $325,000 from Bush's munificence, and that he didn't need or deserve it. I trust he's given all of it to help the hurricane victims and other charities. And, people, don't forget the others who need help as well. These disasters will, because the government has been gutted, require a much greater outpouring, and I fear that a lot of the charities and causes many of us normally donate to will go begging.
Quote of the Day: "Where there is no vision, the people perish. . ."
-- Proverbs 29:18 (King James Version)
I'm waiting for dinner to arrive. Who knew Godot was Chinese?