Monthly Archives: February 2010

oh, God, not another one…

Debra Medina, like Sarah Palin only frumpy. Well, not quite like Sarah Palin, because apparently she is educated, and yet she still thinks people would be better off without government. Without 911, without public schools, paved streets, traffic laws, money, public sanitation, or anything but private property and guns, which she calls the two rights essential to freedom. Not the first things the word “freedom” brings to my mind, but whatever. Oh, and she wants the Texas National Guard to line the border and keep out Mexicans. One, that would be relying on a government institution, and two, would that include her Mexican-American husband?

Dear Texas: Secede. Really. Do it. Stop accepting Uncle Sam’s money, send all those federal contracts elsewhere, shut down every public service your sales tax can’t afford. Take your trigger-happy dumbshit paranoid rednecks, go live your government-free fantasy, and raise the collective IQ of the rest of the U.S. You’d be doing us all a favor.

Song du jour of the day: Just Go Away, by Blondie.

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there are better ways to gather information

Found out today that the public library charges late fees! €1.20, 15 cents each for eight books – they were only a day late, so I don’t know if it’s 15 cents per book per day, or what. I should probably find out, but I’m thinking that the empirical method is not the way to go, this time. Maybe I should just ask someone.

Song du jour of the day: We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About, by Jimmy Buffett


Happy San José Day!

That would be San José, Costa Rica, where we first saw eachother, waiting in line to board our flight to Quito. My friend Cindy spotted him first, and we amused ourselves trying to guess his nationality. She thought he was German. I thought he was Dutch.

Yeah, okay, I was technically (or temporarily) wrong. He married me anyway. After 16 years, I’m still deeply thankful. And still a tad surprised.

Song du jour of the day: Hey Muscles, I Love You, by Muscles.


TBR

Hey, the New York Times has an article about Utrecht! Looks interesting. Maybe I’ll read it sometime.


no machetes yet

I always think a government “collapse” sounds so dramatic. The mental picture I get looks sort of like when they blow up a building and it just sinks into a cloud of dust. But nope, here we are in the middle of one, and everything will go on as normal, and there will be new elections at some point.

Have I ever been in a country while the government was falling before? I don’t think so, but the way they do it here in Europe, maybe I was and just didn’t notice. It’s so civilized. Nobody running around with machetes, no need to stockpile bread and milk or figure out ways to smuggle your children over the border.

I kinda liked Balkenende, what I knew of him anyway, and I actually really admired Wouter Bos’s response to the financial crisis in 2008, so this is probably not going to be a good election. Especially because Geert “I will blame everyone but myself for the fact that I have stupid hair” Wilders is predicted to be the big winner, and good lord, the last thing any country needs is a dipshit like that within shouting distance of any kind of power. So we won’t need to be stockpiling food and forging IDs while this government is falling, but we might need to once the next one comes in.

Should be interesting times coming up. Though upon reflection, I rather hope not. Boring certainly has its charms…

Song du jour of the day: We Throw Parties, You Throw Knives, by Los Campesinos.


…and stuff

We are in publish-crunch mode, wherein DrBob’s book must be to the publisher by the end of this week and so I am profreading it (again), a task for which I need ABSOLUTE SILENCE and also for my family to be at least five miles away or preferably in another country – oh wait, we’re in the Netherlands, so it’s the same thing, isn’t it? Continue reading