Cool/scary pictures of the Halloweens of yesteryear.
They were not kidding around with those masks.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Happiness is a blue beret
What's blue, 16 years old, came from France, and has moved 7 times? Why, it's my blue beret, and it's come back to me after going AWOL for roughly a year and a half. As I've mentioned before, I've been reorganizing my life for around two years now, so my clothes and possessions have gone into limbo, some reappearing and some remaining lost. When I came across my old blue beret this morning completely by accident, I felt as if I had just run into an old friend.
I bought this beret when I first went to Paris as a student, and I know it's stereotypical to have a beret in France, but I didn't have a hat, and it gets cold there. I had to get it because it was made of wool and was big enough to fit my pumpkin head. I loved it then, and after all these years, it still looks the best on me of all my hats. Plus, it's still in my possession, which is amazing considering how many things I've "misplaced" over the years.
Prince, your girl's raspberry beret has got nothing on my blueberry beret.
Now I'm suddenly inspired at how many of my old clothes I can revive (if I can find them), which will be helpful considering money is getting tight. My old beret, which is still in good shape, some shoe polish on my old boots, a few stitches to mend my old favorite but frayed blouses, and I could be good to go!
Above: Not as happy about this as I am.
I bought this beret when I first went to Paris as a student, and I know it's stereotypical to have a beret in France, but I didn't have a hat, and it gets cold there. I had to get it because it was made of wool and was big enough to fit my pumpkin head. I loved it then, and after all these years, it still looks the best on me of all my hats. Plus, it's still in my possession, which is amazing considering how many things I've "misplaced" over the years.
Prince, your girl's raspberry beret has got nothing on my blueberry beret.
Now I'm suddenly inspired at how many of my old clothes I can revive (if I can find them), which will be helpful considering money is getting tight. My old beret, which is still in good shape, some shoe polish on my old boots, a few stitches to mend my old favorite but frayed blouses, and I could be good to go!
Above: Not as happy about this as I am.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
You give me fever
I know. I have a funny habit of disappearing for a while from my little blog here. I wish I could say it's because I've been busy saving the world; actually, I just occasionally run into a writer's block, and I can't organize my thoughts. That, and I have nothing truly interesting to say. I suppose the only remedy for that is just to start writing again.
My post today is a confession. I confess that I have been struck with - as my new favorite late night talk show host Craig Ferguson would say - serious Election Fever. People, my current Election Fever is running at about 104 degrees. I am obsessed with this election. It's just been so exciting, so heated, so historic, and so freakin' LONG. For some, the sheer length has caused them to burn out, but not for me. It has only exacerbated my fever. I cannot WAIT until election day. It could be either the highlight or the low point of my entire year. I will possibly be in bed for two weeks following election day just to recover from the excitement.
You know, I have always found elections exhilarating. It's an exciting thing to be able to elect people to office. You hear their speeches, you watch their ads, and then, you decide. Well, ok, there's the electoral vote thing. And I do have a beef with this two party system, but still. Nobody's going anywhere until we go to the polls. And you never know how it's going to turn out until all the votes are counted. I'm like that character Kristen Wiig plays on SNL who cannot contain her excitement for surprises. Excuse me while I go jump through this glass door.
On a serious note, we cannot ignore or take for granted what is really at stake in this election. I'm not just talking about the economy going down the proverbial pipes, or the several wars we're waging around the world, or the ruined reputation we need to recover internationally, or even the crumbling bridges and schools in our own country. These problems will challenge the new President, no doubt. What is really at stake is whether we can elect an African American to the highest office. Much of the living American population remembers segregation, riots, and a hateful, dark chapter of our recent history. If we can put a black man in the Oval Office 45 years after MLK's "I Have a Dream" speech and 44 years after the Civil Rights Amendment, we can send a powerful message of progress into the world. We saw it in South Africa, and now we can do it in America.
The truly positive aspect of this possibility is that we don't have to vote for Obama because he is black, but because he happens to be the best candidate. I believe he has the best ideas for health care, economic recovery, and foreign policy, and I think his youth, intelligence, and even temperament are important qualities for this position. Obama is the one who has persisted despite arguments about his experience, despite his lack of insider connections, despite so many obstacles. He has been a steam roller for about two years in his run for President, and he has stuck to the issues and never been ruffled or lost his cool. (Almost like a non-violent protestor.) I don't mean to deify the guy; I know he's not the Second Coming, nor is he MLK. He is not perfect. He is just one man, and he wants this job. However, he has easily won all three debates. He has made a smart choice of running mate. He has run a well-organized campaign. There is no doubt that he can be President, and he will most likely be a good President. But what will happen?
We will not know until we cast our votes. And by casting a vote on November 4, we will be part of making history.
I'm so freakin' excited!
My post today is a confession. I confess that I have been struck with - as my new favorite late night talk show host Craig Ferguson would say - serious Election Fever. People, my current Election Fever is running at about 104 degrees. I am obsessed with this election. It's just been so exciting, so heated, so historic, and so freakin' LONG. For some, the sheer length has caused them to burn out, but not for me. It has only exacerbated my fever. I cannot WAIT until election day. It could be either the highlight or the low point of my entire year. I will possibly be in bed for two weeks following election day just to recover from the excitement.
You know, I have always found elections exhilarating. It's an exciting thing to be able to elect people to office. You hear their speeches, you watch their ads, and then, you decide. Well, ok, there's the electoral vote thing. And I do have a beef with this two party system, but still. Nobody's going anywhere until we go to the polls. And you never know how it's going to turn out until all the votes are counted. I'm like that character Kristen Wiig plays on SNL who cannot contain her excitement for surprises. Excuse me while I go jump through this glass door.
On a serious note, we cannot ignore or take for granted what is really at stake in this election. I'm not just talking about the economy going down the proverbial pipes, or the several wars we're waging around the world, or the ruined reputation we need to recover internationally, or even the crumbling bridges and schools in our own country. These problems will challenge the new President, no doubt. What is really at stake is whether we can elect an African American to the highest office. Much of the living American population remembers segregation, riots, and a hateful, dark chapter of our recent history. If we can put a black man in the Oval Office 45 years after MLK's "I Have a Dream" speech and 44 years after the Civil Rights Amendment, we can send a powerful message of progress into the world. We saw it in South Africa, and now we can do it in America.
The truly positive aspect of this possibility is that we don't have to vote for Obama because he is black, but because he happens to be the best candidate. I believe he has the best ideas for health care, economic recovery, and foreign policy, and I think his youth, intelligence, and even temperament are important qualities for this position. Obama is the one who has persisted despite arguments about his experience, despite his lack of insider connections, despite so many obstacles. He has been a steam roller for about two years in his run for President, and he has stuck to the issues and never been ruffled or lost his cool. (Almost like a non-violent protestor.) I don't mean to deify the guy; I know he's not the Second Coming, nor is he MLK. He is not perfect. He is just one man, and he wants this job. However, he has easily won all three debates. He has made a smart choice of running mate. He has run a well-organized campaign. There is no doubt that he can be President, and he will most likely be a good President. But what will happen?
We will not know until we cast our votes. And by casting a vote on November 4, we will be part of making history.
I'm so freakin' excited!
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