He was following me awfully closely behind in his car. He honked. I was travelling along at a reasonable speed, not slowing him down. Then he pulled out to the left up alongside me as we drove along. He motioned for me to put down my window so I could hear him.
He looked twenty-something, driving a black Lexus, and all he wanted to do was tell me my left rear tire was low. I thanked him and pulled over at the next service station.
Later there were two SUV's in front of me. One in the lane to the left and up ahead, and another just in front of me. The light went green and as traffic moved the man in the SUV in front of me pulled next to the other SUV and gave them the finger.
It was completely unprovoked.
When I passed the SUV to the left I saw that the older woman driving it was wearing a hijab. Perhaps she hadn't seen him, she seemed so intent on her old-person manner of motoring. Maybe that would have been best.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Amerika
The policemen (I am almost certain that none of the jackbooted thugs were women,) who attacked protesters are cowards.
They make me sick.
They are cowards because they are armed and armored to fight what? A bunch of singing people with cellphones?
They are even bigger cowards because they have chosen to serve the one-percenters instead of their fellow Americans. Instead of themselves. Instead of you and me.
They are cowards because they beat our veterans.
If you have already seen the videos available at these links then you are probably just as disgusted as I am, and if you haven't seen these, then you need to just get it done and over with.
Welcome home, soldier.
They make me sick.
They are cowards because they are armed and armored to fight what? A bunch of singing people with cellphones?
They are even bigger cowards because they have chosen to serve the one-percenters instead of their fellow Americans. Instead of themselves. Instead of you and me.
They are cowards because they beat our veterans.
If you have already seen the videos available at these links then you are probably just as disgusted as I am, and if you haven't seen these, then you need to just get it done and over with.
Welcome home, soldier.
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
Tea on a Horse
Jost once wrote "Everyone must drink their own tea." It was a message to me in a birthday card he once gave me. He had been struggling, he later told me, with choosing the right Zen phrase for me. Then he just gave up and wrote that to go along with the delish loose green tea he provided as a gift.
I love tea. Much more so than coffee, though I love that too. It's a coffee-drinking nation, though.
Leischen secretly lets it be known:
no suitor is to come to my house
unless he promises me,
and it is also written into the marriage contract,
that I will be permitted
to make myself coffee whenever I want.
From the Kaffe Kantate by Bach.
My own spin goes this way: Everyone must ride their own horse.
Horses.
Coffee.
What difference?
I love tea. Much more so than coffee, though I love that too. It's a coffee-drinking nation, though.
Leischen secretly lets it be known:
no suitor is to come to my house
unless he promises me,
and it is also written into the marriage contract,
that I will be permitted
to make myself coffee whenever I want.
From the Kaffe Kantate by Bach.
My own spin goes this way: Everyone must ride their own horse.
Horses.
Coffee.
What difference?
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