12/29/2007
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Peaches Christ's Midnight Mass TV Show: MOMMIE DEAREST! pt.1
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12/05/2007
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9/30/2007
shirtless actor du jour brazilian hunk Reynaldo Gianecchini
shirtless actor du jour brazilian hunk Reynaldo Gianecchini
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9/29/2007
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Sandra Bernhard's Diva Moment
oh shit, she is fiercing me, mary
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6/28/2007
Shirley Bassey - ON a CLEAR DAY YOU CAN SEE FOREVER
holy SHIT!
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6/26/2007
SHEPARD FAIREY ART HOTEL MURAL - SAN FRANCISCO
GEE WIZERMARINOES
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Shepard Fairey at Merry Karnowsky Gallery 2006
hold on kids
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5/21/2007
5/20/2007
i getting a puppy for the child im getting someday
It is generally agreed that the Whippet as we know it today developed in Northern England during the mid to late 19th century.
Greyhounds were crossed with small terriers, (including possibly the Bedlington Terrier), to produce a small, swift hound capable of hunting rabbits and other small game. During this era, the whippet belonged mainly to the working class people of England. These were factory and mine workers in Northern towns near Manchester and Liverpool, who worked hard and lived simple lives.
Because of this, the whippet became known as the "poor man's greyhound," or the "poor man's race horse." During non-working days, owners raced their whippets in fields and on town roads. These races became known as "rag races," probably because a piece of cloth was used as a lure. The dogs typically ran a straight 200 yard track.
The American Kennel Club first registered a whippet in 1888. The dog was named Jack Dempsey, and was born September 23, 1885. He was bred by P. H. Hoffman of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
The Whippet was first recognized as a registerable breed in England in 1891, when it was recognized by the Kennel Club of England.
Today, Whippets are the most popular of the hound breeds at dog shows. Their size, short coat, and agreeable temperament make them the perfect family pet. Organized activities for Whippets and their families can be found in most areas, and include lure coursing, straight racing, flyball, agility matches, and of course, obedience training. Whippets are independent thinkers, and many of them find obedience training to be somewhat beneath them. But those who do enjoy it have excelled, and there are quite a few Whippets who have earned obedience championships.
Notes on the origin of the word "whippet."
The word "whippet" comes originally from the latin "via" meaning "a road, a street, a path, or way."
Because "via" meant a road or a path upon which people traveled, the words eventually were associated with movement, traveling, or quickness. Some other words derived from "via" are "vibrate," vibrant," "whip," "viper," "wiper," "wife," and "whiplash."
The word "whip" probably derives from the Middle English "whippen" or "wippen," meaning "to whip." "To whip" has such derivative meanings as "to move smartly, quickly or nimbly," hence the quick moving and lively dog, "the Whippet."
all dogs need exercise and I would think a whippet would need a good deal since they are related to greyhounds.
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5/15/2007
Alexyss K. Tylor Vagina Power
screwing her into submission...screwing her into slavery
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5/12/2007
80's diet coke commercial, 11:30
objectifying construction workers
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5/11/2007
5/09/2007
is you FERocious
infinity can happen...so can a northdface wheeled handled backbapack reading neverstopexploring
zen fashion waffle t has stay present screened down the left arm did i read it wrist to sholder or the other way
i want to make my NAOM CHOMPSKI meets KFC Tee...what color? do i take it to the haight? do i buy a cheap tee at walgreens and make it on my printer...
red and black
desire and despair (ity?)
the pentecost...price of five...a bored game, very bored
stitch a patch on the back of my fitted velvet blazer
acctent my bag with a blue diaper pin
hug me in line, i love gaing awake at 8am if were getting coffee together...
should we take the day off and go back to bed
im gonna study, damint...this isn't a vacation...but if it was:
all I need is the boy to buy the coffee for
the boy who hated his miserable life until he had me to please
the one who now smiles when awakened by the extra heat coming off the large body sleeping next to him
instead of grumbling at the tired feelings that accompany and hour an a half of sleep
post dalliance...a blow job? why not
im half asleep, so if it takes fifteen min who cares
he wont be able to accidently shoot me in the eye when he pulls out to finish on my pursed lips
i'm too tired to keep em open anyway
i just calls em as i sees em
who cares if its my best work
if its just FAGlit
chicklit for the self obsessed non repressed non oppressed homosexual trying to find himself
is that a WOODen breifcase? oh, yeah...you're WIFE got it for you...after a month of
whining that you don't have the balls to go in and purchase it for the gaze of the help at the counter,
but you can't wait to carry it around the hood and into and out of the office
a half sweater SHAWL...hum..yes it totally works: a very short condom with the resevoir tip cut off for your head...
light skinned black woman...or is it an EFF to EMM..i mean EMM to EFAY
too pretty...but no big glack booty...her name for the cup? JENNIF-UH brit accent
those DAMN timers keep going off
god that barista is so cute...id love to fuck his bubbly impish personality...
funeral march on the stero followed by bluesie horns
he must be the manager...he's expiditng and he looks dissatisfyed...well AFFECTED at all
compared to the corpses slowly making the coffee
such a little boy, that one BROWN and BOYISH, cocky cause of his stature...FEISTY with a smile just this side of dorky
i could watch his birthmarked tatooedness all morning as WHAT A LITTLE MONKEY
on his face or on his back
squinting in painpleasure or barking orders of harder is that all you got come on if youre gonna fuck me
FUCK ME already! i have to get to work on time today! lets take the day off and stay in bed? are you crazy...OUCH!
fitted plaid button down with EMBROIDERING ontop of the plaid on the left shoulder blade...
a plate sized patch underneath the upper back panel and additional LARGE white contrast stiching on the shirt tail
logo embordered on the RIGHT side of the shirt tail
clear casette tape sillouette screened right under the front collar: ACTUAL SIZE
pastry prep with SUGICAL rubber gloves...a very upscale moment
VERY valencia
if it wasn't for the...
proximity to my home
fabulously aloof coffee handlers
put on some ella
turn on the ceiling fans to cool the staff
choose a "dirt bomb" muffin?
no...a generous slice of cranberry ROSEMARY bread...
"do you have any butter for that? NO? then idon'twantit, I DONT WANT IT!"
ill just have what the guy in the flowing yoga pants is getting...
how can he carry that cloth covered-OM journal,
the tightly-wrapped neon-green yoga mat,
the Keith Herring backpack AND
the lightly foamy mocha in that tiny paper cup
i offer him a conspicuously minimalist HEAT SHIELD
and before i can notice that the logo has been painstakingly HAND STAMPED
with the (LOGO) matching the tattered communista flag
brand new pink and purple argyle on tan grand dad socks inside a pair of dirty old Berks
accenting the weathered skinny denim pants rolled to just below the knee
casually calling out the internal side seams...what are they called?
the 45 year old patchy heair line in a perfectly pressed untucked gingham woven
kakhis rolled up one half an inch and immaculately clean tennies
two day growth of shaved head hair set off by the bushiest unkempt gotee and muttonchops
accened by a twelve gague silver door knocker nose peircing protuding from below the mustache
is that a wedding band...hold the cream...id LOVE to..
my drink is calmly handed to me as an afterthought by the androgenous ordertaker
a tiny posit strip holds the customizer list signalling to the guest that this is not one of those chain cofferees
no thank you on the long list of qualifyers
didn't you see the chalkboard above my head with the ten basic drink names carefully
chalked next to prices with no decimal points...the price is the most artistic afterthought on that board
who is she talking to? even i can read the neatly hand penned NO CELL PHONES IN LINE note taped
DRAMATICALLY to the register...understated font, overstated simplicity
we don't have to order you around, we'll just have the other patrons scouls and our indiference enforce our will
look at that babygap baby...brown asian? impeccably dressed in preseason colors
linen on the gentleman with the one rolled pant leg...just leave your bike at the door
weve only had tree laptops and two cycles yanked from underneath the patrons this week,
but its 730 am and those all happened around the noon
the line grows and the staff responds to the rush by stepping up conversation about the tatoo artist
i wonder why today, was it getting little sleep?
waking when i was no longer tired
the NEED to do nothing
starting to type with nowhere to go on the page
no agenda at all?
is it just my jealousy, shame, wonder
are these the happy folks with all the right style
so FASHIONating, do they do strabucks at work cause everyone else at the office does
or are they ashamed to break with the soviet solidarity of this place
muscles and ass bulging from fitted dress shirt (no tank or t under...love the nipples on my businessman)
thin strapped messenger man purse
starting the workday off on the blackberry in line...thank you for texting!
the two days facial growth is as manscaped as that eigth inch long near military cut hes got going
black jack spade staring into space, face frozen in a pre yawn
insomniac, red lidded, knitcapped down over his angry expression, rolls his own cig
her bag is a one piece knitted handles in that polyfuzz that could be carpet material
white paper, black lid, red stamp...the porceline is red...black with white interior and trim
the brewed coffee is french pressed for the best flavor...sure it takes longer
but im worth the robust and fresh taste...
going to go thru the trouble of roasting on sight just to brew the shit folgers style...
i don't think so
watch the tone...starting to get bitchy...
too much contempt
were going for symplathetic while at the same time
harsly, almost violently judgemental...
a wink implied in the sentence construction that says
we both know that i can only go into this excrutiating detail because
i AM these people, this place...
but really, im just like you, non pretentious, post modern
and then, im meta...judging myself, my writing process
then reminding you you're not perfect, you're complicit too
just when you start to judge me for judging the rich
you remember that you just HAD to be the first to get that new messenger bag
in that off season color which says you aren't afraid to take the risk because
after all you are the first to have that bag...WHERE did YOU GET IT?
how can you afford it when you can't even get lunch...
with every compliment on the bag you remind yourself that no money
equals no lunch so you don't have to feel as bad about the office bagel
the cream cheese was light right
and maybe they;ll focus on the brave bag color choice instead of the clashing
extra chin you notice forming in the mirror today when you were trimming
not your face...god no...that is always clean shaven
you know, you can't get it even down there without the mirror...
can you watch my laptop? i sitting so close to the door...oh,
i;ll just take it with me...he has a brand new macbook
he'd let them take my crappy lappy 2001, his ipod holds more information
than this old slug
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5/07/2007
BUY the change you seek
my new friend robert
http://www.playward.com/newsletter/0504BeTheChangeYouSeek.html
one less CARe
themes
road signs, seen when on planes, trains, autos, in school, restaurants, public bathrooms, grocery stores, mini marts, gas stations, bathroom walls, road maps, electronics instruction manuals, local/national news, buses, trains, libraries, bus stops, subways, highways, banks, atms, coffee shops, ice cream parlors, campgrounds, theme parks, hair salons, doctors offices, pharmacies, bars, laundry rooms, malls, department stores, clothing ships, race riots, police station, bookstore, furnature store, hardware store, shoe store, jewelry store, candy store, zoo, park, mueseum, refugee camp, food tasting, product testing, used car lot, dentist, plant store, stadium, rock concert, diner, movie theatre, luggage store, newsroom, newspaper,
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4/30/2007
what to do while bitching about the right
BUY THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
buy TIME away from work, eating, family, fun, reading, shopping, sleeping, thinking, writing, surfing, collecting, mailing, connecting long distance, traveling, working, loving, hugging,
What can i do?
Time
Talent
Treasure
Evangelize
Publish to net, newspaper, magazine, stickers,
ARTing:
searching images
croping, shopping photos
printing DECALS
buying shirts, decal sheets, iron
find diff ways to decal
find materials to add to Ts
find new pieces of clothing: bags, ipod holders, phone attachment/holder
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myfuturegirlfriend
http://www.xsunderground.com/thechilde/
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sLOGO defined

slogo
noun.
A slogan/logo.
Corporate slogans that are "logo-like" in that they are used repeatedly in ads and other media.
Nike's "Just Do It" is a classic example.
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4/24/2007
amy's advice
Dear Amy,
I’m contemplating making the switch from calling my adopted father by his first name, Gerald, to the more affectionate Dad. The problem is, Gerald and Winona (my mother) have always subscribed to the alternative family practice of having their kids address them by their first names. How do I show that I’ve finally accepted my adopted father as family without offending his New Age sensibilities?
Quincy Magnus
Santa Fe, N.M.
Dear Quincy,
Here is what I suggest. First, go into your room, dim the incandescents, and light some candles. Next, scatter some crystals about as a source of healing and energy. Put something soft and ambient on the phonograph, like a tranquility sampler or indigenous music with light chanting. Oh yeah, that’s nice. Get out the tarot cards and give yourself a quick reading. OK, you’re ready. Invite your mom and fake dad into the room and shout, in a Jim Morrison baritone rumble, “Father, I want to kill you! Mother, I want to fuck you!” Do you see what I’m getting at? Why would one explore an Oedipus complex with an adoptive parent? He will have to think you mean it. Yeah, it’s a long shot, but file it under “so crazy it just might work.”
Amy
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Dear Amy,
Why isn’t anyone worried about me?
An Inquiring Mom
Readfield, Maine
P. S.: I asked this question of my daughter just minutes ago, and she suggested your column as a place to air my concerns about myself.
Dear Mom,
This is a tough one. I wish I could say that nobody is worried about you because you are so well grounded and capable, but we both know deep in our hearts that that is a lie. It’s pretty clear that you are a train on the verge of derailment. You are a speeding vehicle and the wheels have come off. So why doesn’t anybody care? Could it be that your existence barely registers as a blip on the human awareness scale? As Occam’s Razor states, the simplest explanation is the preferred one. I suppose a better question to consider than “Why isn’t anyone worried about me?” might be “How can I exact a horrible revenge on my thoughtless offspring?” There’s a question I can sink my fangs into.
Amy
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i finally get to say what NEEDED to be said...
to say the bad things that we are all thinking, but afraid to say
"...AND IM THE ONE WHO's CRAZY!" as a joke that came out too face
misplaced anger at non- "lazy moments"
american's are always worried about fat and won't touch creme...
of course they're the ones who are always eating CHOCOLATE!
"'what an asshole'...as i hid my one lb. bag of m&ms for later..."
i don't deal with people on a daily basis who ask me what "GRANDE" is!
its not ME...
its THEIR fault i'm unhappy
i'm just having the reaction that any smart-WORKER
I want him to do more "lazy" like things worthy of any hard working person's contempt
dish out more mediocre food
just be worse
the blessed relief that PREJUDICE brings
im just having the reaction any smart person would have...
i'm inherently lazy
give yourself over to hate
to the blessed
4/21/2007
what can i do WHILE i'm bitching
BUY THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
buy TIME away from work, eating, family, fun, reading, shopping, sleeping, thinking, writing, surfing, collecting, mailing, connecting long distance, traveling, working, loving, hugging,
What can i do?
Time
Talent
Treasure
Evangelize
Publish to net, newspaper, magazine, stickers,
ARTing:
searching images
croping, shopping photos
printing DECALS
buying shirts, decal sheets, iron
find diff ways to decal
find materials to add to Ts
find new pieces of clothing: bags, ipod holders, phone attachment/holder
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4/18/2007
who is pitting women against their unborn
when HIS penis enters a woman
when a woman's body:
in the form of
HER egg
HIS sperm
and its owner
take control of
the sperm/egg
HER egg has transformed into:
HIS sperm/egg
HER body is now just a landscape where
HIS sperm/egg lives
HE decides what happens
to HIS sperm/egg's context:
HER body, HERself
HE owns
HER fate
as usual
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4/17/2007
suicide bomber @ virginia tech
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQgVAD7x5Zo
person of interest
A 23 yr old english major so convicted about his beliefs that he was willing to kill strangers to make a statement about it.
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4/16/2007
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jesuselvis
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Your work is purile and under-dramatized.
You lack any sense of structure, character, or the Aristotelian unities.
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4/14/2007
man has sex with other man...
to avoid office blood drive.
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4/12/2007
god has punished me for my contempt of authority by...
...making ME AN AUTHORITY! -einstien, albert
fame and success afforded him the luxuries of OBSESSIVE thoughtful pursuits of WHAT interested him...not what put food on the table...
he was a shitty husband and dad
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EXTREME makeover: SUDAN!
The fab four go NEAR the war raved villages... into the desert
whom some dramatically refer to as natural gas chambers
where the militants have taken those unlucky enough to survive the torture, rape and murder they knew in their hometowns
the fab four humanely help you to realized how good fags can make even the most ravaged people look, making them more confident as they die of starvation and dehydration.
Families of the deceased tearfully thank the fab four for doing such a good job of delivering to their loved ones the celebrity status of swishy westerners.
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what movie gots buffy the vampire slayer and ryan philpe?
not dangerous liasions..anyway "we (women) are abliged (incented) to be far more creative than men...you can destroy us with a few simple well-chosen words"
the outgroup can only survive if it learns the ingroups incentives FROM A PERSPECTIVE OF BELOWNESS...that makes them able to look at, say marriage, which the ingroup takes for granted...even resents...and figure out how those in the outgroup can get it. WE women are ABLIGED to be far more creative...and really, why would the ingroup, who truely hates their marriage be incented to deny it to an outgroup member?'
maybe the mere idea that the outgroup would take their scraps, COULD take their scraps and make something more beautiful, maybe improve on it (see: cinderella's ball gown) to grant the outgroup access to that would be an embarassement, not a levelign of the playing field, but a SPECIAL RIGHT to something better than what the ingroup has, which it takes for granted.
so i learned how to type and now i write things in academic english, two things i take for granted but MOST of the outgroup study to achieve. im incented to learn the language of the powerful so i can impress them into forgetting that i am a threat. im abliged to be far more creative...i prize their scraps as my ticket into their world knowing that if i get in then i have to be perfect so i don't get booted before i have the chance to SECURE my place, that is if i don't get so depressed by the process that i become bound to the only affordable relief in the anti-depressant of the masses: cheap booze, cheap-sugary food, pills, TV, etc..ALL of which are really depressants...
lots of pitfalls that the ingroup suffers, too, albeiet less frequently and with much more power and money to rescue and rehabilitate them...but now im whining...
you get the point, maybe, if you forgive my imperfect spelling, grammer...all the things that seal my credibilty iwht the powerful but alienate those i seek to amplify....
...press DEBIT or CREDIT...
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Catching up with Cross Creek Mall

hey diane,
its been TOO long!
was recently hired by JUAN VALDEZ as a caffeine pusher, keeping rich people addicted to brown water and frappucinos.
I lovingly refer to it as GreenBucks, but Juan is always screaming "its STARbucks, you stupid Gringo!"
He's one of those managers who walks around mumbling big words like: racism and corrective action and termination.
I'm like, "Excuse me, seen-YOUR, i know some big words, too, like SEXUAL HARASSMENT and LAWSUIT."
Thats when he gets all romantic and whispers "i'll be waiting for you in my office...and you'd better NOT be in dress code, PAPI!"
I can't help it, i hate coffee, but i love my little Spanish Fly!
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4/09/2007
eden site
http://www.edenucc.com/
http://www.stillspeaking.com/media/
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IMUS SHARPTON
that no matter HOW passionately a white person decrys their racism...BLACKS have no reason to believe that, at the core, EVEN the most passionate WHITE allies will at some point, and quite publicly, display their bigotry.
So, if their most outspoken ALLIES say these things in public, what do you think is being said, taught and DONE when nobody's lookin?
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$20 for doing your homework
http://www.pe.com/lifestyles/family/stories/PE_Fea_Daily_D_bribe0408.df6781.html
"I go to work, I do a good job and I get rewarded for it. Our children do well and we reward them for that. That's their job right now," said Steger, a patient-care advocate for a health insurance company.
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when you talk to your ex about your new relationships,

are you really talking about your relationship to your ex? maybe, maybe not? she punched him in the face. saint bony-face. the pathetic american life. poor white trash. starbucks on every coroner. we have our gay people. two really nice neighbors, both of em gay. very clean. can you believe those gays? such good decorators...gay or not gay, the gays can be credited for being nice people, they swayed some really old type people into a new way of thinking.
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4/08/2007
arlene is a smart business woman
she's got a ton of experience
she knows what to do with history
she's got methods that work
read her easter sermon.
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4/07/2007
4/06/2007
together we can profit from this tragedy
http://www.wtcproof.com/?cid=285029&gclid=COfhkKzorYsCFR1PhgodLyfaNQ
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homosexual professionals...

“You’ll have a better chance at tenure if you’re a homosexual professional than if you’re a professional homosexual.”
Yale law professor Kenji Yoshino, relating advice he received when he began teaching at the school in 1998, on why he should avoid “mesearch” — research based on an academic’s minority status (New York Times Magazine, Jan. 15)
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kenji yoshino's COVERING
Religious Covering
Although they are often pitted against each other, religionists and gays share a special bond. Like gays, religious minorities have been subjected to all three demands for assimilation -- conversion, passing, and covering. When Mormons led the charge against same-sex marriage in Hawaii in the 1990s, I was struck by how I could retell the history of Mormonism as I have retold the history of gays -- as a movement from coerced conversion, through passing, toward covering. In the nineteenth century, Mormons were forced to convert their religion by repudiating the practice of polygamy. Those who refused -- self-described Mormon fundamentalists cast off by the Mormon church -- went underground, practicing plural marriage in a form of “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” More recently, authorities have turned a blind eye to polygamists who cover, reserving prosecutions for flaunters.
In the new millennium, many religious minorities are entering their covering phase. For many American Jews, the question has shifted from whether they should convert or pass to whether they are “Too Jewish?” -- the title of a museum exhibit that traveled the nation in 1997. Riv-Ellen Prell describes women who straighten their noses or hair to achieve a “Queen Elizabeth exterior” while retaining a “Jewish heart.” Abraham Korman recounts how Jewish men in corporate settings must “give up many of the symbolic behaviors that tie them to their Jewish heritage,” with the yarmulke having “particular significance as a symbol to be avoided.” Academics like Phyllis Chesler describe how Jews are sanctioned for writing on Jewish topics. And journalism professor Samuel Freedman notes in his book Jew vs. Jew that American Jews are increasingly breaking apart based on whether their primary associations are with gentiles or other Jews.
In the United States today, Muslims are the most visible targets of the religious covering demand. Soon after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, an article was published about Muslims in New York City. It reads like a covering ethnography. The piece reports that Muslim private schools are telling children to conceal “any religious emblems,” and that “some Muslim leaders are discussing plans for women to change the way they dress, perhaps exchanging headscarves for hats and turtleneck pullovers.” It depicts a woman who, “a day after the attack, arrived at a New York City Health Department office demanding bureaucrats change her son’s surname from ‘Mohammed’ to ‘Smith.’” The article also observes that “neighborhoods in New York where you were more likely to see Egyptian, Jordanian, or Syrian flags . . . are now covered in American flags, their Middle Eastern flags discreetly hidden for the time being. Finally, it notes that some Middle Easterners have confessed that they would be happy now to be mistaken for either Hispanics or African Americans.
Significant cases in which religious minorities who resisted the covering demand lost in court include Goldman v. Weinberger (1986), which concerned a Jewish Air Force officer and rabbi who was threatened with a court martial for failing to remove his yarmulke, and Employment Division v. Smith (1990), in which members of a Native American Church were denied unemployment benefits because they had smoked peyote for sacramental purposes.
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4/05/2007
ive not nothing against the homeless,
i mean, some of my best friends hate the homeless. i know where theyre coming from cause its like, what you do in the privacy of your own home is your business. love the sinner hate the outfit, right?
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what business would collapse without our fears?
all those who preach division to chop up the power of the collective and keep them worried about crumbs
all the Distractators the attention grabbers the spectacle makers
as long as we are divided by those who deserve and those who don't
Those with unlimited healthcare access who say we cant find a way for universal healthcare
those who don't need education to be powerful and tell us we don't need it either
every business that would collapse if we didn't mold the newest ones of us into scared, infighting, resouce deprived, separate and unequal, unhealthy, self-hating...blah blah blahs
those who never had to pull themselves up because they were born lifted high on stacks of daddy's money
those keeping us addicted to the crap they sell, distracting activities,
non-debates/conversations but competitions
CEOs and Stockbrokers.
Fear Mongerers.
Fundamentalists of EVERY belief set on the TVs
haters of intelligence
promoters of the sanctity of simple-mindedness
Blamers of the victims.
maintainers of the beauty treadmill (buy the beauty you so horribly lack, we've made it so you'll never feel right)
the top benefits and blames the bottom, the FEW BAD APPLES.
those who say theyre helping us self-help our way to self-blame
people who make us feel shitty about ourselves in new ways to fit new products
those who subtly teach that caring what others think is over by giving us something else to worry about:
maybe im too conformist? even the non-traditional have a new impossible standard: i need to be more bitter, angry and helpless to show that i really could care less about whether i look bitter, angry and helpless enough....
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the reluctant FUNDAMENTALIST
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=13
Stories: 1) A 'Smart' Attack on Cancer 2) Mohsin Hamid and 'The Reluctant Fundamentalist' 3) 'The Shield,' back in action
how can we capitalize on the popularity of terrorism and fear?
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Labels: authors, books, fresh aire, NPR, podcasts, terry gross, WHYY
Stomach cells AND hair cells..HAIR CELLS?
and other FAST-growing cells are inadvertently killed by CHEMOtherapy. So this wonderful cancer treatment is great for DRAG QUEENS and FATTYS.
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