Little Miss Sunshine

Little Miss Sunshine

Yesterday I went to see Little Miss Sunshine with Husband. I loved it. It’s a funny laugh-aloud-real-hard movie and it’s a deep and serious movie. I know, I do tend to see deep hidden meanings in movies that are flat like two-dimensional branes—take for example, most B sci-fi movies made in the 50s and 60s—so I’m not completely sure everybody would agree with me; still, I’m almost positive this movie is deep.

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Links – August 26, 2006

In Six Steps to Everyday Activism, Britt Bravo—who want us to Have Fun – Do Good—summarizes six best practices for maintaining hope and enthusiasm when trying to save the world. It’s been almost one year since the hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans. Last September, Zadi Diaz made news with her Katrina video Wake me up … Read more…

And the police arrived at the scene

It’s such a wonderful night for a walk. You could use a cigarette and you need air. Air. Close the door behind you (did you close it slowly, so nobody would hear? Or did you slam it, hoping somebody would stop you?) and just walk, one step and then another step. It’s not that hard.

And here you are, just outside the train station. Light a cigarette. Watch the breeze play with the smoke and feel it on your skin. For a moment you almost forget. But it’s just a moment then the pain is back, all of it, and it’s time.

Walk to the tracks, take another puff, breath it in fully. Step just in the middle of the tracks, sit down, slowly lower your head to the ground. It’s hard, but not that hard after all. Move just a little bit to get more comfortable, put your legs down, close your eyes. The tracks fit you nicely, like a bed where you can, finally, rest.

The police arrives at the scene

At 9:47PM of Friday, August 18, the R5 local to Thorndale leaves Saint David station for Wayne. Wayne is where I left my car before taking the train to Philadelphia this afternoon. Just 2 minutes and I will be there; I’ll get into the car, put my backpack in the back seat, and drive home. I’m exhausted, it has been a long hard week.

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The politics of language

Clutter is the language of the Pentagon calling an invasion a “reinforced protective reaction strike” and justifying its vast budgets on the need for “counterforce deterrence.” As George Orwell pointed out in “Politics and the English Language,” an essay written in 1946 but often cited during the wars in Cambodia, Vietnam, and Iraq, “political speech … Read more…