Reasonable Words

“She had a pretty gift for quotation, which is a serviceable substitute for wit.” — W. Somerset Maughan

“…[U]nto dust you shall return.”

“Ritual is the way you carry the presence of the sacred. Ritual is the spark that must not go out.”
— Christina Baldwin


Appreciating Ash Wednesday–Without Bursting into Flames


Filed under: God & Co., IRL

Expecting different results

This guy.

Birmingham Mayor Larry Langford calls for Balance in Media

Langford said that since the media will not be fair to him, he has taken steps to get his message out in other ways, including the online broadcast of City Council meetings, a digital newsletter and DVD presentations of his programs.

Sir, can I point out how little success Richard Scrushy had with that approach?

Langford told the audience of a few dozen that the election of Barack Obama, while momentous, does not make the nation a “post-racial” society. He said racism continues to exist and is perpetuated by the media.

Sir, also, funny story, simply playing on the fact that he was a black man ultimately didn’t work for Scrushy either.

Filed under: I Call Bullsh*t, Jeffco = Toxic

Help a girl out.

Filed under: God & Co., IRL, You Boss Me

Would you look at this shit?


I ask you, what avian spawn of hell, in a million years, if he were trying?

To birds of the Southern Birmingham-Hoover Metroplex: This act of naked aggression will not go unanswered. Bitches.

Filed under: Get Your Hate On, IRL, That's F*cked Up

Weekend Review: “Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi-Whip topping”

It appears WordPress does not have a widget that functions like TypePad’s “Media List,” which allows the author to rave about/identify/plug different media items they’re enjoying–or trying to impress their reader(s) by pretending to enjoy. So I guess I’ll do it with a homegrown post. Get comfortable.

On DVD: Mad Men, Season 1

As previously intimated, I’m jonesin’ pretty bad for some fresh Mad Men. Since I’ve no idea when Season 3 is coming out, and Season 2 isn’t available until Summer, it appears, I rummage to the back of the sock drawer for Season 1. It’s not all stems and seeds, but it’s just whetting my appetite to see how 1963 will end (apparently with some national calamity, I read in a fan forum).

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Filed under: Books, Film, In the Ear, IRL, The Idiot Box

Once more into the breach, bitches!


Let’s dispense with my goofy affectations for a minute. The Alabama State Legislature is in session. This means any solid object possessed of the least bit of  sentience should and will be livid about all the ways this state needs help needs to help itself, but can’t and won’t. I’m not breaking any ground by pointing out that this occurs mainly because a small, rich, and mostly white minority does well when the rest of Alabamians are scared, ignorant, and angry, and every year they’re able to maintain the status quo.  Every year, excellent writers from all over the state rail against this inaction, and do a damn fine job. I’ve certainly griped to anyone who’d listen.

But I’m not gonna front anymore, dear reader; I’m tired. The years-long stranglehold The Rich have had on this state and its people; sensible voices calling for real action but drowned out by a spectacle of hatred, repression and near-barbarity; watching organizations work long and hard in order to eek out the tiniest of victories, at best. They’ve all beaten me into something like* resignation.

So, with your indulgence and a full spleen, I will compose a perfunctory post of indignation below. It’s neither complete nor particularly well-written. I clearly struggle for a way to tie it up at the end. But it’s tradition, and I have a soft spot for this place.   — the Editor

* Actual resignation may vary.

You call this work?

Alabama House of Representatives backs making it illegal to text while driving; heads to Senate

How much courage does it take to bring our traffic laws into the 21st century? On a 97-4 vote, no less? (And yes, it should be illegal, so spare me the outrage of having your personal liberties violated).  Wake me when these assholes make some progress on lifting our criminally regressive grocery tax.

Peace out.

Filed under: I Call Bullsh*t

An open letter to my iPod

(With sincere apologies to McSweeney’s)


Tiny Black 30GB iPod, why do you make this face at me? Haven’t I always been good to you? Since the day I first unwrapped you in 2006, in accordance with manufacturer’s recommendations, I’ve kept you in some type of protective case. Did I smother you? I tried to give you space to breathe with colorful socks. I’ve never defiled you with non-Apple-approved accessories, often paying a ridiculous mark-up to spare you the degradation.  I’ve even grown used to sheer agony that comes with wearing earbuds.

Tiny Black 30GB iPod, I don’t know where I went wrong. I always thought you enjoyed running in the park, me in my hoodie and yoga pants, you in that cute neoprene armband you like. Remember? We had some good times, didn’t we? I wish you’d talk to me. But all I hear now is the click-click-click of what I assume is an unhappy hard drive. I’d send you to meet your maker, but they want $135, not to repair but to replace you. And since I’m horrible at backing up data, nothing will replace the untold dollars’ worth of iTunes purchases that exist only in your memory.

You know, there are ways of getting you to work again for less money, but I think I should seize upon this opportunity for some long -overdue changes. See, starting today, Tiny Black 30GB iPod, there are new rules. I’ve been trying to decide how to tell you this, so I’ll just come out and say it. I’ve been using something else; I got an iPhone for Christmas, see. It was a gift and it just happened before I knew it! At first he meant nothing (well, very little) to me. I didn’t trust him. With his multi-functionality and non-compatible headphone jack, he played by his own rules and was too clever by half. But, gradually, he began to grow on me. And being able to email, listen to music, and snap a photo with the same piece of hardware, absurd as it sounds, well, it means less clutter in my purse.

So if you think you’re sad now, Tiny Black 30GB iPod, we’ll see how the inside of a drawer for an indeterminate length of time suits you.



Filed under: Geeking Out, IRL

There are two types of people in this world…

..those who realize they’re my bitches, and those I have yet to subdue.


Nah, I’m just messin’.  This picture is killing me though.

Filed under: I Boss You, Things that tickle me

I have three sisters.

One of them sent me this today.

funny picturesWho’s going to Spa Moksha for her birthday?

Filed under: IRL, Things that tickle me

Act now!

…while Doug Gillett’s still doing something honorable and donate to Magic Moments in support of him.

Why are you still here? I said get over there you cheap son of a bitch.

UPDATE: Doug’s goal of $500 has been exceeded. Excellent!

Filed under: I Boss You


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