Tuesday, October 31, 2006
is it called airsickness, or skybound sea sickness
So, last night I finally flew into OK city at 12:45...in the morning! The flight had been delayed so many times that I was just grateful to get on at Denver (that airport is cold. AND, they don't have any good places to grub. AND, there aren't that many weirdos roaming around inside of it - what am I suppose to look at for four hours, while my flight is delayed?). So, I'm sitting there, on the plane, when I catch a whiff of perfume that sends me back to the fourth grade - my gifted and talented teacher (gifted and talented refers to the class, not my teacher) used to fill the room with the smell. I was sitting pretty in nostalgia until I remembered why it has been filed away in my memory as bittersweet - the odor becomes pungent after awhile. If I may clarify, the aroma is a mixture of 45 year old woman with four packs a day nicotine oozing out of her leathery skin and mixing into her Chanel number 5. Intoxicating at first, but yes, inevitably, revolting. I sat and ignored the smell and attempted to finish the last chapter of my book (Homeland - Kingsolver - check it out) with the collar of my coat pressed against my face. Sure enough, this isn't the last ingredient of United flight 508's witch's brew. No, the man in front of me had to take off his shoes and lay down (our flight was practically empty, so we were able to enjoy the almost unheard of perk). His feet smelled like a third world country. I just pulled my collar tighter around my face and concentrated on my book and music. No sooner had I put my completed book away and lied down, but the seat belt lights came on and the captain said we were about to have a small amount of turbulence. So, almost on cue, the entire plane began to shake and stayed as such until we landed twenty-orso minutes later. The entire time, I am cursing the heavens and wondering, "Why God?" When I realized, he wasn't being silent - he was laughing at me, because I am such a snobby traveler. I mean, so okay, I am. I don't wont to hear idiot people with their idiot voices asking where the bathroom is. Duh! It's in the back. Man, I am a horrible person, but this is a true story (boring, but true).
Tuesday, October 3, 2006
when the daisies are plucked and the earth is plowed
5 girls dead in Amish school shooting
By MARK SCOLFORO, Associated Press Writer 16 minutes ago
Two more of the girls shot in a massacre at their Amish schoolhouse died early Tuesday, raising the death toll to six .. five children and the 32-year-old gunman, who apparently was spurred by a decades-old grudge.
Five other girls remained hospitalized, four in critical condition, though state police spokeswoman Linette Quin said the survivors were "coming along very well."
The two girls who died, ages 7 and 9, had "very severe injuries," she said.
The attack on the tiny, one-room schoolhouse amid the farm fields of Lancaster County was the nation's third deadly school shooting in less than a week, and it led the Bush administration to call for a school violence summit within days to discuss possible federal action to help communities prevent violence and deal with its aftermath.
Authorities said Charles Carl Roberts IV, a milk truck driver and father of three who lived in the area, wrote what appeared to be suicide notes before taking guns and an estimated 600 rounds of ammunition to the tiny school.
Roberts did not appear to be targeting the Amish, though, state police Commissioner Jeffrey B. Miller said Tuesday. He said Roberts apparently chose the school because he was bent on killing young girls as a way of "acting out in revenge for something that happened 20 years ago."
From the notes Roberts left behind and the telephone calls he made, it was clear he was "angry at life, he was angry at God," Miller said. Co-workers said his mood had darkened in recent weeks, but suddenly brightened over the weekend, Miller said.
"A few days before the shooting a weight was lifted," Miller said Tuesday.
When Roberts drove to the school, he had clearly prepared, Miller said. Police said Roberts had supplies for a lengthy siege, including three guns, a stun gun, two knives, a pile of wood and a bag with 600 rounds of ammunition, police said. He also had a change of clothing, toilet paper, bolts and hardware, and rolls of clear tape, and he backed a truck up to the schoolhouse.
"We know in speaking to the teacher that he walked in, he had a gun in his hand and he began to speak to the students: 'Have you ever seen this?'" Miller told ABC's "Good Morning America" Tuesday morning.
"Obviously the teacher was very concerned right away," Miller said. "He wasn't agitated, but he was very serious about what he was doing, and methodical in how he separated students, allowed certain people to leave, and then began to bind the female students he had at the blackboard.
"They weren't able to get away. They were basically standing, bound to each other, their legs were bound together. They couldn't run away from that location."
Roberts released about 15 boys, a pregnant woman and three women with infants, then barred the doors with desks and wood and secured them with nails, bolts and flexible plastic ties, police said.
The teacher and another adult fled to a nearby farmhouse, and authorities were called at about 10:30 a.m. Miller said Roberts apparently called his wife from a cell phone at around 11 a.m., saying he was taking revenge for an old grudge.
Shortly after police arrived, they heard gunshots. The girls had been shot execution style, and the gunman was dead, Miller said.
"It seems as though he wanted to attack young, female victims," Miller said.
He said Roberts had lost a daughter in recent years, and that that also may have been a factor.
"This is a horrendous, horrific incident for the Amish community," Miller said. "They're solid citizens in the community. They're good people. They don't deserve ... no one deserves this."
The names of the children were not immediately released.
Of the injured, a 6-year-old girl remained in critical condition and a 13-year-old girl was in serious condition at Penn State Children's Hospital, spokeswoman Buehler Stranges said. Three other girls, ages 8, 10 and 12, were flown to Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, where they were out of surgery but in critical condition, spokeswoman Peggy Flynn said.
The Amish traditions of simple living, including the lack of phones in the school, complicated the situation for police responding to the attack and for the families.
Many of the parents refused to fly in planes and had to be driven to see their children at hospitals, which made identifications difficult, Miller said. He said some families were taken to the wrong hospitals amid the confusion.
In a statement released to reporters, Roberts' wife, Marie, called her husband "loving, supportive and thoughtful."
"He was an exceptional father," she said. "He took the kids to soccer practice and games, played ball in the backyard and took our 7-year-old daughter shopping. He never said no when I asked him to change a diaper."
"Our hearts are broken, our lives are shattered, and we grieve for the innocence and lives that were lost today," she said. "Above all, please pray for the families who lost children and please pray too for our family and children."
The attack bore similarities to a deadly school shooting last week in Bailey, Colo., but Miller said he believed the Pennsylvania attack was not a copycat crime. "I really believe this was about this individual and what was going on inside his head," he said.
This, of course, is extremely tragic and you are all probaby cursing me for posting this and reminding you, once again, that the world can be a dark and sad place. I was talking to a friend about it last night and she askes the age old question: "Where was God." "Where was God," I asked back. God is in the cornfields and dirt. He is in the sky and in the wind at our backs. When God created us, he didn't promise to make sure we all lived full and happy lives. He promises the hope of an everlasting life. A life filled with freedom and liberty to think and love. With this freedom comes consequences and "bad" people. Of course, she got pissed at me and told me I always "feel" with my head, instead of my heart. Of course, I didn't get hurt or annoyed, but I started thinking about what she said and the implications that follow. All I know is that when I heard the story I started crying. I couldn't stop. The epitome of what is evil in our world stole from the epitome of what is innocent. Little AMISH girls. What a tragedy. I find it interesting that the girls were Amish and I watch in wonder at the Amish community. If a people dedicated to the revulsion of violence and modernity can keep the love of God in their focus and not the evil that was just handed to them on a platter, than surely, surely I can suck up my bad attitude and at times hatefulness - yes, hatefulness. There needs to be a call to this generation and respective world. We should stop offering up the rhetorial "Why me?" and ask the reasonable, "Why me?" What will you do with what you have been given?
By MARK SCOLFORO, Associated Press Writer 16 minutes ago
Two more of the girls shot in a massacre at their Amish schoolhouse died early Tuesday, raising the death toll to six .. five children and the 32-year-old gunman, who apparently was spurred by a decades-old grudge.
Five other girls remained hospitalized, four in critical condition, though state police spokeswoman Linette Quin said the survivors were "coming along very well."
The two girls who died, ages 7 and 9, had "very severe injuries," she said.
The attack on the tiny, one-room schoolhouse amid the farm fields of Lancaster County was the nation's third deadly school shooting in less than a week, and it led the Bush administration to call for a school violence summit within days to discuss possible federal action to help communities prevent violence and deal with its aftermath.
Authorities said Charles Carl Roberts IV, a milk truck driver and father of three who lived in the area, wrote what appeared to be suicide notes before taking guns and an estimated 600 rounds of ammunition to the tiny school.
Roberts did not appear to be targeting the Amish, though, state police Commissioner Jeffrey B. Miller said Tuesday. He said Roberts apparently chose the school because he was bent on killing young girls as a way of "acting out in revenge for something that happened 20 years ago."
From the notes Roberts left behind and the telephone calls he made, it was clear he was "angry at life, he was angry at God," Miller said. Co-workers said his mood had darkened in recent weeks, but suddenly brightened over the weekend, Miller said.
"A few days before the shooting a weight was lifted," Miller said Tuesday.
When Roberts drove to the school, he had clearly prepared, Miller said. Police said Roberts had supplies for a lengthy siege, including three guns, a stun gun, two knives, a pile of wood and a bag with 600 rounds of ammunition, police said. He also had a change of clothing, toilet paper, bolts and hardware, and rolls of clear tape, and he backed a truck up to the schoolhouse.
"We know in speaking to the teacher that he walked in, he had a gun in his hand and he began to speak to the students: 'Have you ever seen this?'" Miller told ABC's "Good Morning America" Tuesday morning.
"Obviously the teacher was very concerned right away," Miller said. "He wasn't agitated, but he was very serious about what he was doing, and methodical in how he separated students, allowed certain people to leave, and then began to bind the female students he had at the blackboard.
"They weren't able to get away. They were basically standing, bound to each other, their legs were bound together. They couldn't run away from that location."
Roberts released about 15 boys, a pregnant woman and three women with infants, then barred the doors with desks and wood and secured them with nails, bolts and flexible plastic ties, police said.
The teacher and another adult fled to a nearby farmhouse, and authorities were called at about 10:30 a.m. Miller said Roberts apparently called his wife from a cell phone at around 11 a.m., saying he was taking revenge for an old grudge.
Shortly after police arrived, they heard gunshots. The girls had been shot execution style, and the gunman was dead, Miller said.
"It seems as though he wanted to attack young, female victims," Miller said.
He said Roberts had lost a daughter in recent years, and that that also may have been a factor.
"This is a horrendous, horrific incident for the Amish community," Miller said. "They're solid citizens in the community. They're good people. They don't deserve ... no one deserves this."
The names of the children were not immediately released.
Of the injured, a 6-year-old girl remained in critical condition and a 13-year-old girl was in serious condition at Penn State Children's Hospital, spokeswoman Buehler Stranges said. Three other girls, ages 8, 10 and 12, were flown to Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, where they were out of surgery but in critical condition, spokeswoman Peggy Flynn said.
The Amish traditions of simple living, including the lack of phones in the school, complicated the situation for police responding to the attack and for the families.
Many of the parents refused to fly in planes and had to be driven to see their children at hospitals, which made identifications difficult, Miller said. He said some families were taken to the wrong hospitals amid the confusion.
In a statement released to reporters, Roberts' wife, Marie, called her husband "loving, supportive and thoughtful."
"He was an exceptional father," she said. "He took the kids to soccer practice and games, played ball in the backyard and took our 7-year-old daughter shopping. He never said no when I asked him to change a diaper."
"Our hearts are broken, our lives are shattered, and we grieve for the innocence and lives that were lost today," she said. "Above all, please pray for the families who lost children and please pray too for our family and children."
The attack bore similarities to a deadly school shooting last week in Bailey, Colo., but Miller said he believed the Pennsylvania attack was not a copycat crime. "I really believe this was about this individual and what was going on inside his head," he said.
This, of course, is extremely tragic and you are all probaby cursing me for posting this and reminding you, once again, that the world can be a dark and sad place. I was talking to a friend about it last night and she askes the age old question: "Where was God." "Where was God," I asked back. God is in the cornfields and dirt. He is in the sky and in the wind at our backs. When God created us, he didn't promise to make sure we all lived full and happy lives. He promises the hope of an everlasting life. A life filled with freedom and liberty to think and love. With this freedom comes consequences and "bad" people. Of course, she got pissed at me and told me I always "feel" with my head, instead of my heart. Of course, I didn't get hurt or annoyed, but I started thinking about what she said and the implications that follow. All I know is that when I heard the story I started crying. I couldn't stop. The epitome of what is evil in our world stole from the epitome of what is innocent. Little AMISH girls. What a tragedy. I find it interesting that the girls were Amish and I watch in wonder at the Amish community. If a people dedicated to the revulsion of violence and modernity can keep the love of God in their focus and not the evil that was just handed to them on a platter, than surely, surely I can suck up my bad attitude and at times hatefulness - yes, hatefulness. There needs to be a call to this generation and respective world. We should stop offering up the rhetorial "Why me?" and ask the reasonable, "Why me?" What will you do with what you have been given?
Sunday, June 18, 2006
The Beautiful Game
My entire life, it has been the same story; Americans don't play futbol, they play football. What in the hell does that mean? I am watching the 2006 FIFA World Cup final as we speak and all I can derive from its being on ABC Sports is that "whew...good thing its not football season". Would they still air the game on a national channel if it was "football" season? Who's to say...wait a sec' - Me - I'm to say. Therefore, I declare that the mainstream sports media is not much different than their breaking news counterparts. They are all soulless and without any taste or intelligence. Huhmm... Now that I have that off my chest, I would like to address just a few more things:
(1) Where is Nip/Tuck? I mean, when is this supposed new seaon going to begin? Yes, though a guilty pleasure, it does have valid points of entertainment.
(2) Is Scarlett Johanssen the new Mia Farrow for my Woody? Mr. Allen seems to be infatuated with the young beauty. I wonder if she will be the next Mrs....
(3) Anyone who says they like new-age punk is either retarded, or just a little confused. Punk is punk is punk. If they cannot name more than 5 Clash songs - that's right, I said "The Clash", not "The Ramones" - You can't get away with saying, "Uh, I Wanna Be Sedated" - then they really have no idea what punk is. Now I am being easy on you posers. The Clash is just a base. C'mon, dig deep.
(4) "Panties" should be taken out of the dictionary, as well as our familiar lexicon. It is a terribly sexist word and in this pc world, we can't afford to piss off the women. Why is it a "bad" word? Well, why do I have panties and a guy wears underwear? Hmmm...try and answer that quandry without feeling like a masoginist.
Okay, last but not least...
(5) If you happen to wander into a restaurant to eat, tip at least 18 percent - your servers have to eat too.
(1) Where is Nip/Tuck? I mean, when is this supposed new seaon going to begin? Yes, though a guilty pleasure, it does have valid points of entertainment.
(2) Is Scarlett Johanssen the new Mia Farrow for my Woody? Mr. Allen seems to be infatuated with the young beauty. I wonder if she will be the next Mrs....
(3) Anyone who says they like new-age punk is either retarded, or just a little confused. Punk is punk is punk. If they cannot name more than 5 Clash songs - that's right, I said "The Clash", not "The Ramones" - You can't get away with saying, "Uh, I Wanna Be Sedated" - then they really have no idea what punk is. Now I am being easy on you posers. The Clash is just a base. C'mon, dig deep.
(4) "Panties" should be taken out of the dictionary, as well as our familiar lexicon. It is a terribly sexist word and in this pc world, we can't afford to piss off the women. Why is it a "bad" word? Well, why do I have panties and a guy wears underwear? Hmmm...try and answer that quandry without feeling like a masoginist.
Okay, last but not least...
(5) If you happen to wander into a restaurant to eat, tip at least 18 percent - your servers have to eat too.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Sunny Days
ometimes, on sunny days, I try to hide inside. Not because I am allergic to its rays, or afraid of its happy attitude, but because sometimes, on sunny days, I wish for a little peace from the bright weather happiness. I wish for the solitude and calming affects of the rain. Besides, what can be better than to actually feel the world, dripping onto your nose?
-It has been a weird week, full of what could have beens and what really is. Maybe that's really why I hope for a little rain. It always picks up my mood a little.
On another note: last night, I waited on this famous golfer named Fuzzy something. He was the one, who a couple of years back, said after Tiger Woods's big Masters win that they would be having chitlins for dinner - a real racist codger. He was old and ornery - you know, the dirty old man type. He was so much fun. All night he kept asking me to "sign his balls" for him. (He was signing golf balls) My friend dared me to go in the room and ask him if I could have any of his balls - and I did! His face got white and the entire room (full of golfers) burst into laughter. It was so embarassing, but at least I got the better of him. ===== just another pointless story.
-It has been a weird week, full of what could have beens and what really is. Maybe that's really why I hope for a little rain. It always picks up my mood a little.
On another note: last night, I waited on this famous golfer named Fuzzy something. He was the one, who a couple of years back, said after Tiger Woods's big Masters win that they would be having chitlins for dinner - a real racist codger. He was old and ornery - you know, the dirty old man type. He was so much fun. All night he kept asking me to "sign his balls" for him. (He was signing golf balls) My friend dared me to go in the room and ask him if I could have any of his balls - and I did! His face got white and the entire room (full of golfers) burst into laughter. It was so embarassing, but at least I got the better of him. ===== just another pointless story.
Friday, January 20, 2006
Mederma For Kids
So, I am feeling pretty under the weather lately - I have bronchitis. Ugh. I have been thinking lately about the past and friendships. It's funny how we think we have grown up so much and all the things done to us in the past are over and unable to cause us pain anymore. But, the funny thing is, we are human and so, unable to forget past trials. We can "move-on" and forgive those things, but we can never pretend they never happened - because they did! Hurt is that impossible scar that we can cover-up with make-up, or pretend we don't notice. But it is there, and everyone can see it. Its like the scar on my left knee that I got from falling off a short cliff during a hike. I forget its there, because it's always covered up. But when I'm sitting wherever - bored - and look down at my bare knee, I see the memory and can almost feel the rocks against my leg. I wish I knew how to be the bigger person and "let it all go", but alas, I am the same size I was a week ago, and progress seems hopeless.
In less than a week, I will be twenty-five years old. I always thought things would be so different by now. I always expected another life. Funny, I can actually say I like the one I have right now - or more, I like where I am going now. I don't want to just sit idlily by, writing verse and wishing I could change things. I am glad that I am finally on the road to fufillment. I just want to be a part of it all. If I can suceed in that, then I have a feeling the scar will slowly fade.
In less than a week, I will be twenty-five years old. I always thought things would be so different by now. I always expected another life. Funny, I can actually say I like the one I have right now - or more, I like where I am going now. I don't want to just sit idlily by, writing verse and wishing I could change things. I am glad that I am finally on the road to fufillment. I just want to be a part of it all. If I can suceed in that, then I have a feeling the scar will slowly fade.
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