"I met a priest in the north of Japan who exorcised the spirits of people who had drowned in the tsunami. The ghosts did not appear in large numbers until later in the year, but Reverend Kaneda’s first case of possession came to him after less than a fortnight. He was chief priest at a Zen temple in the inland town of Kurihara. The earthquake on 11 March 2011 was the most violent that he, or anyone he knew, had ever experienced. The great wooden beams of the temple’s halls had flexed and groaned with the strain. Power, water and telephone lines were fractured for days; deprived of electricity, people in Kurihara, thirty miles from the coast, had a dimmer idea of what was going on there than television viewers on the other side of the world. But it became clear enough, when first a handful of families, and then a mass of them, began arriving at Kaneda’s temple with corpses to bury."
I know Negroes who prefer the South and white Southerners, because “At least there, you haven’t got to play any guessing games!” The guessing games referred to have driven more than one Negro into the narcotics ward, the madhouse, or the river. I know another Negro, a man very dear to me, who says, with conviction and with truth, “The spirit of the South is the spirit of America.” He was born in the North and did his military training in the South. He did not, as far as I can gather, find the South “worse”; he found it, if anything, all too familiar.
In the second place, though, even if Birmingham is worse, no doubt Johannesburg, South Africa, beats it by several miles, and Buchenwald was one of the worst things that ever happened in the entire history of the world. The world has never lacked for horrifying examples; but I do not believe that these examples are meant to be used as justification for our own crimes. This perpetual justification empties the heart of all human feeling. The emptier our hearts become, the greater will be our crimes. Thirdly, the South is not merely an embarrassingly backward region, but a part of this country, and what happens there concerns every one of us.
Andy’s mom has always been a bit of an enigma. In the first Toy Story, we barely even saw her face. That’s all fine because throughout the movies, the real focus has been on Andy and the love he has for those toys.
But this is Pixar, and it stands to reason that there is more than meets the eye when it comes to the Davis family (Andy’s last name).
In order to understand who Ms. Davis really is, we have to start with something seemingly simple: a hat.
Thirteen mile bike trip today with cub 1. A lot of the path was flooded but we found ways around. The last time we tried this his tire exploded. At that exact same spot he fell off his bike, which was really weird because there were no obstructions or sticks or rocks or anything on the path.
He made me tell him the story about the kittens I found abandoned on the path about fifteen years ago. It was a really hot day and they were huddled in a tiny, muddy puddle, about four of them. Someone had spilled a can of corn and they nibbled at that. When I put my bike down close to them they tried to lick the condensation off my water bottle, then the sweat off my legs.
I could not possibly just leave them there. This was before I had a cell phone so I rode over to the local city offices for a pay phone. I attempted to get the clerks to help me but they said they contracted animal control out to another city and wouldn’t assist, they wouldn’t even call the other city to request help. I tried to call Mr Woolstone but he was at work and wouldn’t leave.
It was left to a high school ex boyfriend who remarkably drove to the rescue. The two of us attempting to get my bike with the “quick release” front tire in his 1988 Buick Skylark was pretty funny. Neither of are mechanically inclined. I don’t know, he may be slightly better now. Anyway, we managed and bundled the kittens up on the backseat with me and took them to my garage.
I found a local pet store that would take them for adoption, but I had to give them flea baths first. But all was well!
Cub 1 loves this story, but hates the “irresponsible pet owners” who left the kittens by the river. He thinks they should be punished.
Anyway, he’s fascinated by this story and asked about it all the way home.
Good stories in this family.
Neither cub has ever had strep before. The only reason I took them to the doctor was because another mom friend saw them at cub scouts yesterday and noticed a couple of bumps on cub 2’s mouth that reminded her of when her sons had strep over Christmas break. Coincidentally her sons are the cubs best pals.
Cub 2 looks an infectious mess. Not really surprised about his diagnosis. But cub 1 had a cold and seemed better, looks fine. You’d avoid cub 2 literally like the plague.
Really glad they’re relatively healthy. I have a friend from the pool who has a daughter in cub 1’s class. She had a cough that wasn’t going away. She asked her ex husband to take her to the doctor the week he had custody because they were due to leave for New York for her brother’s wedding that weekend. Confusing sentence, but if you’ve read this far you get the gist. Maybe.
Anyway, they took a chest x-ray and noticed her spleen was enlarged. Ordered further tests and it turned out to be leukemia.
She’s doing as well as can be expected, in the hospital now for treatment. Thoughts and positive energy appreciated. She’s only 8. Second grade.
Life is strange and unfair. I’m happy and grateful for what I have, but man, life is an up and down thing. Not the wisest words ever written, but I got nothin.
My sister in law had a healthy baby boy this afternoon. Miles! Cute.
Both cubs have strep throat. Don’t worry, we’re five hundred miles away so they won’t get to see the new baby for eons.
Friends and champers are fantastic and talks about journalism and Adam Curtis and yay.
Good drunk story me!
This is one of the best movies, adult or otherwise….wait, adult sounds porn-y? Not what I mean…well, actually the Lego movie is better than porn. Plot and acting and all that. But if that’s what you’re looking for them no, won’t work.
Anyway, highly recommend no matter if you have kids or not. It was subversive and non conformist and fun for adults and kids. Absolutely loved it.