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August 6, 2005
dumb texans, dead dudes, darkness, dreams and drug busts
Yet another Texas intrusion into the District of Columbia: another Republican fucker from that fucking cunt-spawning state wants to rename the District of Columbia's 16th Street after Ronald Reagan. We already have an airport, a metro station, and a federal government building named after him. Reagan is not from DC, we never voted for him either. Do not rename one of the major arteries of this city after that person. I do not like it when Texans tell us what to do, either. I have lived on either side of this street, and renaming it would make navigation and street nomenclature patterns inconsistent, and most of all downright stupid. We had a plan from the man on this system, and it works well. And please let that dead man rest in peace and stop worshipping him.
This morning on NPR I finally heard news about the iron coffin they unearthed in Columbia Heights (D.C.) a while back. The rare 19th century artifact was unearthed and later cleaned up by experts from the Smithsonian. Turns out the iron coffin housed a 13 year-old boy who probably died of pneumonia, as evidenced by evidence found on the well-preserved lungs.
Do you know what light pollution is? It's when massive amounts of suburban or urban light sources block out the stars at night. It's an accepted reality for me in the city, but I always appreciate seeing stars out in West Virginia. Interesting article about it in today's Washington Post. Unless you live in the city, in most suburban cases the outdoor farm light is merely a security light to assuage unrealistic fears of prowlers.
Last week when I was in Vancouver's beautiful Stanley Park, I walked past a sunny glade with a shed at the opposite end, edged by dense conifers, crisscrossed with power lines, with a rugby pitch on it. I immediately recognized it, for I dreamed about this place over a year ago in my sleep. I took a picture of the place. I don't know what this means, but I'll take it as a good sign, and perhaps as encouragement. I have dreamed about things and people before that have shown up later on in time in my awakened state.
Vancouver pot bust victim Marc Emery will not be turned over to U.S. authorities, according to his lawyers. The raid, orchestrated by U.S. law enforcement officials, ocurred when I was in Vancouver. I haven't seen much about it in the U.S. news sources (Surprise!!!), but think it's a little slimy for us to be extending our laws and paranoias over the border, especially to the north. Oh, wait, we do this kind of shit all the time.
I'm not a pot smoker, but I have yet to meet an offensive or threatening pothead or stoned person. Boring as hell when they yammer away, yes, but not threatening. I don't believe people should go to jail over potsmoking. It's a waste of time, money and human life. Our anti-drug efforts are better spent on the harsher drug problems like heroin and crystal meth trade and use.
Posted by jimbo at August 6, 2005 9:50 AM
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Hehehhe
at least they didn't want to name it after someone from American Idol.
Posted by: tobie at August 5, 2005 9:07 PM
Well - I am a potsmoker and, uh - what was I saying - oh yeah - FREE MANDELA NOW.
Posted by: sean at August 7, 2005 12:20 PM
I have to say that the one thing I really miss about living in the city, is not being able to see the night stars. Usually in Sweden it's too light during the summers to see the stars, but that tiny slice of time between 11pm and 1am, it's an amazing sight.
Posted by: copperred at August 8, 2005 1:33 AM