I hear you.
Miss and Mr. Sasha and both of the little Sashas moved to Colorado Springs in May, which was all good news until Colorado Springs caught fire. I am not enjoying pictures published in the media.
If you recall, last year at this time, they lived in Minot, ND which suffered a catastrophic flood from which Minot has not fully recovered. I did not enjoy pictures of that, either.
Yesterday, Miss Sasha reminded friends that she and Mr. Sasha were in New Orleans the week before Hurricane Katrina. We have decided, she said, the elements hate us. In her place, I might be on the lookout for earthquakes and landslides.
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Humane Society, Pikes Peak Region
When last we left god-forsaken Kansas, it was ready to forsake caring for women, even sick women. Perhaps the bill will pass, perhaps not, but that’s not really this issue, in my opinion. No, the real question is where is the AMA? Why does the AMA not step in and insist that legislators knock off this destructive shit that will make doctors all but uninsurable in Kansas and any other state that permits or, as in New Hampshire, demands doctors lie to patients?
It’s the best question the AMA’s website does nothing to address. Have a look at the site. It’s so mild it says nothing at all about anything, really. Fortunately, there’s a contact site, so you can ask the AMA yourself. I wrote a charming, profanity-free letter asking why the AMA is silent when women are harassed, misled, misinformed, mistreated, left untreated and, as far as the statutes are concerned, raped? This is not medical care. It is complicity with torturers.
You too might want to write a letter.
I hesitate to quote from the New York Times, the jealous-boyfriend-who-hates-your-besties of newspapers. Ignore it and the Times sends you email about taking it back. Quote it on your blog and the Times threatens you. Well, New York Times: two can play that game. Ead-re the rticle-ay.
Note the tentative language. We’re not talking about egregious labor violations, unsafe working conditions, paycheck theft and extortion; we’re talking about student complaints. Isn’t it charming the State Department took the time to listen? Yes, it’s so charming. As we know, students get riled and have complaints about nothing all the time.
In America, this crap happens all the time, mostly to the working poor. The mistake these companies made was in assuming educated, middle class people would tolerate the same treatment. That the State Department stepped in may be the best reason for hope – about anything – in a long time. I’m shocked it happened. And even though we’re suffering through disgusting finals – the week I call When Freshmen Forget How To Flush – I’m hoping students complain some more.
I seldom know what day it is, but this morning, I saw my neighbor putting out his recycling and knew that guy was a little lost. This week, I’m off work, but having trouble relaxing. On Monday, I made my cousin the yoga teacher nervous, which was funny but made me wonder if I’d lost my subtle touch. Tomorrow, I have an appointment with my cousin the hairdresser and I hope to be delightfully chill, because Gin & Tonic Season opens in just a few weeks and I know those two are tighter than Oprah’s Spanx. They will talk about me!
After all this time, I am thinking about finishing an undergraduate degree. It would take years. Maybe none of my many credits from years ago would still be any good. So much has changed in Hebraic Studies, Art History and English Literature that I might have to start from scratch. That would be too much for me, if I’m realistic about it. Still, it would be amusing to spend the rest of my working life collecting credits and degrees like they would somehow matter while memory loss busily wipes the chalkboard clean.
The first step would be asking the university what I would have to do. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask.