You know, a burning question in my life has always been, "Just exactly how much snot can come out of my head in a week?" Well, I'm glad to say I'm on the fast track to finding the answer to that question. Bleargh. I haven't been this sick in years. When I'm not lying in bed all cold-sweaty, I've been getting quite a bit of work done on the book, cause I feel way to gross to leave the house.
I did get out to do some phone-canvassing for Kerry, which is a very good thing.
Dante says the lowest pit of hell is reserved for those good men who do nothing when the moment arises. I'm not eager to find out just how hot that pit is.
... made by a group of high schoolers. Stuff like this makes me really, really happy.
And I need some happy right now.
http://www.clarionledger.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20041015/NEWS01/410150366/1002
..."The soldiers refused an order on Wednesday to go to Taji, Iraq — north of Baghdad — because their vehicles were considered "deadlined" or extremely unsafe, said Patricia McCook of Jackson, wife of Sgt. Larry O. McCook."
..."I got a call from an officer in another unit early (Thursday) morning who told me that my husband and his platoon had been arrested on a bogus charge because they refused to go on a suicide mission," said Jackie Butler of Jackson, wife of Sgt. Michael Butler, a 24-year reservist. "When my husband refuses to follow an order, it has to be something major."
... Patricia McCook said her husband, a staff sergeant, understands well the severity of disobeying orders. But he did not feel comfortable taking his soldiers on another trip.
... "He told me that three of the vehicles they were to use were deadlines ... not safe to go in a hotbed like that," Patricia McCook said.
... Hill said the trucks her daughter's unit was driving could not top 40 mph.
... "They knew there was a 99 percent chance they were going to get ambushed or fired at," Hill said her daughter told her. "They would have had no way to fight back."
Take this:
The autumn olive,
Last fruit of the year
After the apple, the wild grapes have flown
It swells red and speckled among silver leaves.
Roll its rough skin around your tongue,
Savor the mouthdrying tartness
But taste only a few
For it is so full of summer, this late fruit
that too many are poison.
Finally,
Sucked clean of its long months
send this tiny, hard seed
to begin another season
Here's another slideshow, put together by Paul's brother Dave. No music on this one, cause it'd be too big. About 80 pix, about 8MB, and about 5 minutes long.
Enjoy!