Archive for August 2011

It's About Time

Why don’t we put our money where our blabbering mouths are? Americans talks a good game about the importance of education, but when budgets are tight education—not the Pentagon—is the first thing to be cut. From my 20 years lived abroad in countries who do not prioritize the education of their next generation, I’ve seen... Read more »

Perhaps to dream?

Retro is new, yesterday’s LPs, Mad Men pencil skirts and perky chests–de moda. So why not an antenna. Can one install an antenna in Chicago and get local channels? Will it work? Why doesn’t it so far OR is the HDTV from 2004 not so HD?   Postscript It worked. Drop mah drawers and call... Read more »

Pedestrian Road Kill

Reading some of the letters to the editor in response to the Jon Hilkevitch article on pedestrians in Chicago–one letter caught my eye. That pedestrians must take care to. Well, duh. Clearly I never thought of that as I duck and weave my way out of the line of fire of red-light running, speeding cell-phone blabbering... Read more »

Reality is Absurd

First, Mitt Romney says in the same serious tone he’d discuss gold tablets found in New York State that “Corporations are people, my friend.” Given the Supremes (SCOTUS) said that corporations have human free speech right–I guess. Next, Sesame Street must deny that Bert and Ernie are a same sex couple. Surprise, they are also not... Read more »

Nightmare in the Sky

It’s coming. They’re back . Once above, from above, the sounds of WW2 terrorism from above. The Air and Water show; or NASCAR in the air begins this week for city residents with daily rehearsals. If you live in the City of Chicago, you will hear it. The ear-splitting screech of airplanes pseudo buzz-bombing-though thankfully,... Read more »

Who is Barbaric? Aztecs versus Pentagon

Watching a VHS recorded PBS show on human sacrifice by the Aztecs, the question arose in my brain–of barbarism. Who was more barbaric? The Spanish voiced shock to learn the Aztecs would sacrifice humans to feed their gods. Given today’s penchant to sacrifice humans to the mistake of the Afghanistan and Iraq wars, I have... Read more »

Rebuild the American Dream

What an idea, it wasn’t mine. So I went into the web site, looking for something I wouldn’t like. I didn’t find it. So I ask everyone to consider taking a gander at and join your voice to say–yes we can, without leaders given we are the people. We the people…remember?

Robert Krulwich knocks it out of the park yet again

The recent story on NPR by Robert Krulwich ( once again reminds me, question everything. After all, what I think I see, might just be a fluke of my brain. Vision. In our hubris we know what we see–don’t we?  Maybe, maybe not. A good moment to wonder, to question reality.  Very tricky, maybe entirely imaginary.... Read more »

You don't call, you don't write

On the contact form on the White House web site, why does it ask if I want a response–then never respond? I’m polite, I brush my teeth and bathe. If I were in high school once again, I’d see this as symbolic of the Obama WH who really don’t care what anyone thinks, especially “their... Read more »

Ready for my close-up, Ms. Brown

My mother always said that as you get older, you get the face you deserve. Nice old people look, well friendly. Grumps, well, look like how they perceive the world–snarly. So low and behold, when the recent Newsweek magazine appeared in the mail, I thought–OMG. Michele Bachmann looks like the crazy lady down the street,... Read more »
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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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