Happy Birthday
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The Difference
Feb. 1st, 2006 05:38 pmOn the road earlier, I switched CDs from "Sacred City" by Shriekback to "Zoom" by Electric Light Orchestra and, as it has so many times in the past, it dawned on me how radically different Jeff Lynne and Barry Andrews are from each other. How theses two totally dissimilar souls made their way into the leading roles of my musical and creative pantheon is beyond me, but there it is and it's undeniable. Aunt Tudi piped up, as she's prone to do, and said she much preferred Jeff Lynne to Barry and that she knew I was totally pro-Barry. But that's not true, I told her. There's absolutely no way to compare the two of them and therefore make a choice between them. They're like apples and oranges.
So I got to thinking of analogies and this is what I came up with.
How can I compare them in any way? There's no way....no way! A better question is how can I adore them and their music so much when they're so different? It defies logic.
So I got to thinking of analogies and this is what I came up with.
- Jeff Lynne is Lord of the Rings, Barry Andrews is Imajica.
- Jeff Lynne is "One Summer Dream", Barry Andrews is "Faded Flowers."
- Jeff Lynne is Merlin, Barry Andrews is Mordred.
- In Jeff Lynne's world there is no Alpaca Lips. Barry Andrews' world is post-Alpaca-Liptic.
- Jeff Lynne is Herne, Barry Andrews is Thoth.
- Jeff Lynne is mythology, Barry Andrews is sociology.
- Jeff Lynne is Gandalf, Barry Andrews is Randall Flagg.
- Jeff Lynne scored the Tarmi, Barry Andrews scored the Upyr.
- Jeff Lynne represents hope, Barry Andrews represents trepidation.
How can I compare them in any way? There's no way....no way! A better question is how can I adore them and their music so much when they're so different? It defies logic.
Moon 2: The Revenge
Feb. 1st, 2006 06:00 pmThanks to the drugstore saying my prescription had expired (when it hadn't, it was good 'til January of 2007), I was without my Yasmin for almost a week. As a result, I was visited with a 2nd Moon in as many weeks, this time really bad and heavy. After dreaming of a mystical African gynecologist who kept her cats at her office, all of them in heat and bleeding, I awoke in a bit of a pickle and have remained rather "pickled" all day.
But I found out something very interesting. It's the Yasmin that is doing a number on my libido. Today has been the ultimate day of horniness for me. I feel like one of those cats in my dream, yea and verily. Now that I know the root of the problem, I'll be talking to my OB/GYN about changing my birth control to something that doesn't diddle around with my libido.
For now, though, I'm nibbling on chocolate and moaning about my achy-breaky state of being.
But I found out something very interesting. It's the Yasmin that is doing a number on my libido. Today has been the ultimate day of horniness for me. I feel like one of those cats in my dream, yea and verily. Now that I know the root of the problem, I'll be talking to my OB/GYN about changing my birth control to something that doesn't diddle around with my libido.
For now, though, I'm nibbling on chocolate and moaning about my achy-breaky state of being.
What Really Happened
Feb. 1st, 2006 06:30 pmI yoinked this from carmenwatson and urge anyone reading it to post it in their own journals.
What Really Happened.
by Cindy Sheehan
Wed Feb 01, 2006 at 01:19:44 AM PDT
Dear Friends,
As most of you have probably heard, I was arrested before the State of the Union Address tonight.
I am speechless with fury at what happened and with grief over what we have lost in our country.
CindySheehan's diary :: ::
There have been lies from the police and distortions by the press. (Shocker) So this is what really happened:
This afternoon at the People's State of the Union Address in DC where I was joined by Congresspersons Lynn Woolsey and John Conyers, Ann Wright, Malik Rahim and John Cavanagh, Lynn brought me a ticket to the State ofthe Union Address. At that time, I was wearing the shirt that said: 2245 Dead. How many more?
After the PSOTU press conference, I was having second thoughts about going to the SOTU at the Capitol. I didn't feel comfortable going. I knew George Bush would say things that would hurt me and anger me and I knew that I couldn't disrupt the address because Lynn had given me the ticket and I didn't want to be disruptive out of respect for her. I, in fact, had given the ticket to John Bruhns who is in Iraq Veterans Against the War. However, Lynn's office had already called the media and everyone knew I was going to be there so I sucked it up and went.
I got the ticket back from John, and I met one of Congresswoman Barbara Lee's staffers in the Longworth Congressional Office building and we went to the Capitol via the undergroud tunnel. I went through security once, then had to use the rest room and went through security again. My ticket was in the 5th gallery, front row, fourth seat in. The person who in a few minutes was to arrest me, helped me to my seat. I had just sat down and I was warm from climbing 3 flights of stairs back up from the bathroom so I unzipped my jacket. I turned to the right to take my left arm out, when the same officer saw my shirt and yelled; "Protester." He then ran over to me, hauled me out of my seat and roughly (with my hands behind my back) shoved me up the stairs. I said something like "I'm going, do you have to be so rough?" By the way, his name is Mike Weight.
The officer ran with me to the elevators yelling at everyone to move out of the way. When we got to the elevators, he cuffed me and took me outside to await a squad car. On the way out, someone behind me said, "That's Cindy Sheehan." At which point the officer who arrested me said: "Take these steps slowly." I said, "You didn't care about being careful when you were dragging me up the other steps." He said, "That's because you were protesting." Wow, I get hauled out of the People's House because I was, "Protesting."
I was never told that I couldn't wear that shirt into the Congress. I was never asked to take it off or zip my jacket back up. If I had been asked to do any of those things...I would have, and written about the suppression of my freedom of speech later. I was immediately, and roughly (I have the bruises and muscle spasms to prove it) hauled off and arrested for "unlawful conduct."
After I had my personal items inventoried and my fingers printed, a nice Sgt. came in and looked at my shirt and said, "2245, huh? I just got back from there."
I told him that my son died there. That's when the enormity of my loss hit me. I have lost my son. I have lost my First Amendment rights. I have lost the country that I love. Where did America go? I started crying in pain.
What did Casey die for? What did the 2244 other brave young Americans die for? What are tens of thousands of them over there in harm's way for still? For this? I can't even wear a shrit that has the number of troops on it that George Bush and his arrogant and ignorant policies are responsible for killing.
I wore the shirt to make a statement. The press knew I was going to be there and I thought every once in awhile they would show me and I would have the shirt on. I did not wear it to be disruptive, or I would have unzipped my jacket during George's speech. If I had any idea what happens to people who wear shirts that make the neocons uncomfortable that I would be arrested...maybe I would have, but I didn't.
There have already been many wild stories out there. I have some lawyers looking into filing a First Amendment lawsuit against the government for what happened tonight. I will file it. It is time to take our freedoms and our country back.
I don't want to live in a country that prohibits any person, whether he/she has paid the ulitmate price for that country, from wearing, saying, writing, or telephoning any negative statements about the government. That's why I am going to take my freedoms and liberties back. That's why I am not going to let Bushco take anything else away from me...or you.
I am so appreciative of the couple of hundred of protesters who came to the jail while I was locked up to show their support....we have so much potential for good...there is so much good in so many people.
Four hours and 2 jails after I was arrested, I was let out. Again, I am so upset and sore it is hard to think straight.
Keep up the struggle...I promise you I will too.
Love and peace soon,
Cindy
carmenwatson and urge anyone reading it to post it in their own journals.What Really Happened.
by Cindy Sheehan
Wed Feb 01, 2006 at 01:19:44 AM PDT
Dear Friends,
As most of you have probably heard, I was arrested before the State of the Union Address tonight.
I am speechless with fury at what happened and with grief over what we have lost in our country.
CindySheehan's diary :: ::
There have been lies from the police and distortions by the press. (Shocker) So this is what really happened:
This afternoon at the People's State of the Union Address in DC where I was joined by Congresspersons Lynn Woolsey and John Conyers, Ann Wright, Malik Rahim and John Cavanagh, Lynn brought me a ticket to the State ofthe Union Address. At that time, I was wearing the shirt that said: 2245 Dead. How many more?
After the PSOTU press conference, I was having second thoughts about going to the SOTU at the Capitol. I didn't feel comfortable going. I knew George Bush would say things that would hurt me and anger me and I knew that I couldn't disrupt the address because Lynn had given me the ticket and I didn't want to be disruptive out of respect for her. I, in fact, had given the ticket to John Bruhns who is in Iraq Veterans Against the War. However, Lynn's office had already called the media and everyone knew I was going to be there so I sucked it up and went.
I got the ticket back from John, and I met one of Congresswoman Barbara Lee's staffers in the Longworth Congressional Office building and we went to the Capitol via the undergroud tunnel. I went through security once, then had to use the rest room and went through security again. My ticket was in the 5th gallery, front row, fourth seat in. The person who in a few minutes was to arrest me, helped me to my seat. I had just sat down and I was warm from climbing 3 flights of stairs back up from the bathroom so I unzipped my jacket. I turned to the right to take my left arm out, when the same officer saw my shirt and yelled; "Protester." He then ran over to me, hauled me out of my seat and roughly (with my hands behind my back) shoved me up the stairs. I said something like "I'm going, do you have to be so rough?" By the way, his name is Mike Weight.
The officer ran with me to the elevators yelling at everyone to move out of the way. When we got to the elevators, he cuffed me and took me outside to await a squad car. On the way out, someone behind me said, "That's Cindy Sheehan." At which point the officer who arrested me said: "Take these steps slowly." I said, "You didn't care about being careful when you were dragging me up the other steps." He said, "That's because you were protesting." Wow, I get hauled out of the People's House because I was, "Protesting."
I was never told that I couldn't wear that shirt into the Congress. I was never asked to take it off or zip my jacket back up. If I had been asked to do any of those things...I would have, and written about the suppression of my freedom of speech later. I was immediately, and roughly (I have the bruises and muscle spasms to prove it) hauled off and arrested for "unlawful conduct."
After I had my personal items inventoried and my fingers printed, a nice Sgt. came in and looked at my shirt and said, "2245, huh? I just got back from there."
I told him that my son died there. That's when the enormity of my loss hit me. I have lost my son. I have lost my First Amendment rights. I have lost the country that I love. Where did America go? I started crying in pain.
What did Casey die for? What did the 2244 other brave young Americans die for? What are tens of thousands of them over there in harm's way for still? For this? I can't even wear a shrit that has the number of troops on it that George Bush and his arrogant and ignorant policies are responsible for killing.
I wore the shirt to make a statement. The press knew I was going to be there and I thought every once in awhile they would show me and I would have the shirt on. I did not wear it to be disruptive, or I would have unzipped my jacket during George's speech. If I had any idea what happens to people who wear shirts that make the neocons uncomfortable that I would be arrested...maybe I would have, but I didn't.
There have already been many wild stories out there. I have some lawyers looking into filing a First Amendment lawsuit against the government for what happened tonight. I will file it. It is time to take our freedoms and our country back.
I don't want to live in a country that prohibits any person, whether he/she has paid the ulitmate price for that country, from wearing, saying, writing, or telephoning any negative statements about the government. That's why I am going to take my freedoms and liberties back. That's why I am not going to let Bushco take anything else away from me...or you.
I am so appreciative of the couple of hundred of protesters who came to the jail while I was locked up to show their support....we have so much potential for good...there is so much good in so many people.
Four hours and 2 jails after I was arrested, I was let out. Again, I am so upset and sore it is hard to think straight.
Keep up the struggle...I promise you I will too.
Love and peace soon,
Cindy
