I have a screwdriver
Yeah, but is it sonic?
{{Hil}} {{Deena}} {{Barb}} {{sj}} and I hope I didn't leave anyone. Between mothers and pains, this is... my ~ma to you, ladies.
Now, the gun thing.
You all know where I'm from, and it's not the most peaceful country in the history of ever. However, a very low percent of Israelis have a gun of their own. We also enjoy relatively low crime percent. When I shot M-16 in the army, I didn't think "oh, that's cool, I want one!". I don't feel much towards guns. If not for hunting or army/police, I don't even understand why to have them in first place. I think it's because you can't rely on your state to protect you: just look how we moved from the health care topic to the gun topic: I can't help but thinking that there's this thread that's connecting them, and that thread is that you can't trust your country to protect you so much. Strange to me that more people choose to become gun owners and not, say, doctors.
And oh, Seska - I'm really glad I could help there, but given that my advice was so small, I'm sure you're responsible to much of the awesomeness of it, and hence, the grade.
The thing I'm excited about in my paper, is that if it will work the way I think it will - it's gonna show why any photograph that's attached to an article in the newspaper, or just being used in the public sphere will never ever "prove" us something we didn't "know" is there to begin with. Never. Ever. Not even tabloids. And I'm gonna show why, in 12 pages or less, and why the Victorians are the ones to blame (I have a meter of books piling on my bed, floor and desk, from rationality studies to modernity studies and philosophy of photography and the making of public space to support me. I hope) - and I think it can be a huge deal. At least, for me. I hope I didn't just jinx it - I'm pretty much working on this theory for the past 9 months, and I'm kind of sure there are bazillion ways to say "you have a mistake here and there and there and there" - because I'm no expert on any of the fields I'm combining to my argument. They all just seem somehow connected, almost perfectly.
And I'm gonna show why, in 12 pages or less, and why the Victorians are the ones to blame
Speaking as a Victorian myself, may I say, hey!
Speaking as a Victorian myself, may I say, hey!
19th century Victorians, mostly in Europe. You just keep taking pictures of Ryan and let none of my theories affect you, OK?
19th century Victorians, mostly in Europe. You just keep taking pictures of Ryan and let none of my theories affect you, OK?
See, this is what we've come to. "Just keep sending the pictures of baby cuteness and no one gets hurt." Not that these pictures will prove anything you didn't know to begin with, of course.
If only the world would have understand me like you do, billytea.
:: Evil laugh ::
Debating whether to get train to Leeds or drive. Train is two hours, but involves the logistical issues of getting to/from stations and asking PA to help. (PA is afraid of swine flu. I told her she didn't have to work, and also that I'm out of quarantine, but then she became all martyr-y. *roll eyes*) Driving is at least four hours, often more with traffic, and I'm tired - but it is door-to-door. I do not need car in Leeds because The Girl is coming with van to help me move back home (whee! no more living in one room for me). OK, I think I just decided on train. Nothing to see here, move along please.
I'd to with the train option, Seska. Especially if you're tired.
oops. See what happens when you stay up too late. I just ordered the Beatles Rock Band, deluxe edition! But I used the Buffista Affiliate link, so it's ok!
t really shouldn't be spending money, but saving
crap, why won't that tag close??!!??
G'night everyone! MWah!
I'm up.
I got up in the middle of the night for nature's call. Since I was up, I decided to put out the recycle bin, as it is trash and recycle day and Andi had put out the full trash can already.
While outside, I grabbed various stuff from my old Caprice so I can sell the Caprice this weekend. I put some in the garage and made big bundle of pillows, blankets and things to bring in the house.
After that, I decided to clean the debris from two weeks of work lunches out of my current car. With the results of that, and tossing a dying pedestal fan, I had enough to take another full trash can to the curb.
Sheesh. I had no idea nature's call could be so complex.
I'm going back to bed, or maybe sleep on the couch, as Harvey cat is clinging to me and wants to nap on daddy's shoulder.
