Runcible Blog

Ch-ch-ch-Changes

I've decided to try to practice what I preach, for once: I'm going to attempt to be vegetarian. I shouldn't go around with a "NO HUNTING" sign on my car and talk about ending suffering while I chow down on a big steak or my favorite dish, chicken parmigiana. Chickens suffer so much -- their beaks are chopped off to prevent them from attacking each other while they're crammed together in tiny spaces. They're bred to be so large that they can't walk around. Also, I think they're fed meat of some sort.

I knew that stuff long ago, yet I still ordered chicken parm at any opportunity. Well, it's time to get my ideals and behavior in line. This'll be no small feat for someone who grew up on McDonald's and doesn't even like lettuce. What will I eat? I don't eat many vegetables. Oh well. We'll see how long I last before running out of things to eat. I guess there are always cheese sandwiches.

The other development is that I'll hopefully be taking another class at NESOP. When I saw that they're offering Photojournalism and Documentary Photography this summer, I pretty much immediately wrote up the $50 check for registration. The class begins on the 25th, so I hope it isn't filled by now. If it is, I'll have to pull some strings with my last teacher, Adina (hey, I was the model student in that class!). And I'll have to wake up earlier to get to work earlier in order to make the 6pm class. And I'll have to find time to look for stories, develop film, and make prints. But this is my goal -- I must make it happen.


How about that

Oddly enough, I had a dream about Judy last night. I slept at her house, except her house was five stories tall and had two other families living in it. There was a long staircase going up the middle. She gave me a tour of the house. very interesting.



watch this space

I should write something about how upset/frustrated/angry this whole lie-about-a-threat-in-order-to-start-a-war thing has made me. But I'm tired right now.

In this case, it doesn't feel good to say "I told you so"...how many thousands of people have died because our president lied to us? I'm sorry, but there's no room for indifference on this issue. Unlike Bush's former cocaine addiction, Gulf War II can't be chalked up to "boys will be boys". His administration is responsible for the mess they made and must not be allowed to weasel out of it or place the blame elsewhere.

Bush lied. People died (2004 campaign slogan)



the little things

You know that annoying feeling when your socks bunch up between your toes? Well, that happened to me while driving today. It's almost enough to make someone (or just me) insane, but thankfully I made it home before it got to that point.