It is morning in America. Early morning here, just past six on a Friday morning. I’d normally be just stirring, an hour’s timezone west, wondering what the last day of the week was about to bring at work, wondering if…
Category: Politics (n.): a strife of interests masquerading
Searching for Direction
I’ve been playing the stock market for about four months now. On days like most of the ones this past week, they say that the market is searching for direction. As though the market, each day, were a living entity…
Thursday Roundup: Peace, Hope, Truth
Peace So it looks, thankfully, like the Olympic Ossetia War may be over almost as quickly as it started. If you’ve been under a rock for a week (or in Vegas, as I was for the bulk of the war),…
Ted Stevens Wiretapped Video
Russ & I slaved all night over a hot Photoshop to bring you this:
Cinderella Sweeping Up
“Grandpa, tell me what it was like back in the old country before the fall.” “Well, what do you want to know?” “I dunno. What was it like just before the fall? Did anyone know what was about to happen.”…
Waving the False-Flag
“There was an exodus of birds in the trees ’cause they didn’t know we were only pretending and the people all looked up and looked pleased and the birds flew around like the whole world was ending.” -Ani DiFranco, “Independence…
The Race Goes On
My job is making me a racist. I probably mean something very different by this than you might expect. Perhaps because my definition of “racism” is as much “awareness of race” as anything else. I could go into an extensive…
3,991 and Counting
Like high inflation, everyone’s proclivity toward debt, and the Iraq War, StoreyTelling being inundated with a deluge of spam comments is looking like part of the reality I’m just going to have to adjust to. The one spam comment per…
Now Back to Your Regularly Scheduled Monarchy
Well that was fun, wasn’t it, kids? We got to live for a day. We got to dream. Those of you more politically inclined, and certainly more Democratically (big-D and little-d) inclined than I got to run around, shake hands,…
It’s Always Tuesday
It’s 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday It doesn’t get much worse than this In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle of these lives which are completely meaningless -Counting Crows, “Perfect Blue Buildings” I have 20 minutes to…