Archive for September 2011

Say it ain't so, Chicago Trib

Opening the recent issue of Time Out Chicago (September 22-28, 2011)–Jake Malooley’s piece entitled “Strip Show” caught my eye. Not about the slow motion tease by the removal of clothing, it was about the beekeeper suit, burka-covering up of Garry Trudeau’s cartoon strip Doonesbury by the Chicago Tribune. After a double-take, I got headline. We are a nation... Read more »

Take a GOOD look

During my volunteer shift at the Art Institute of Chicago, I have time to watch the people watch the art. There are some characteristic commonalities nowadays. With the ubiquitous camera (either cell or digital) in hand, the visitor looks at the world through the lens. Rarely do they put the camera down long enough to... Read more »

Jailhouse Citizenry

When people talk about inflation, they are talking about rise in cost of living—money, cold hard cash. I’d like to talk about another sort of inflation, one that I read about in a book review in The Economist. Incarceration inflation, or the fact that since tougher sentencing guidelines were toughened 30 years ago—there are 5... Read more »

Obama to Asthmatics-DIE

A bit over the top, you say? I think not given that the President of the USA has just said he will side with BIG business to not toughen air quality controls against smog and ozone–saying that those improvements are too expensive. Breathing clean air so overrated.  We aren’t worth it, so it’s time for... 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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