Notice I wrote to the DNC, not into the DNC. See, I don’t have tickets. I’ll be one of tens of thousands trekking to Denver ticketless to be in the noise.
I probably won’t be posting a lot here, but you can follow me on Twitter.
Why would anyone travel 1,000 miles from Indiana to do such a thing?
Personally, I think it will make for an interesting story. I’ve gone a heck of a lot farther in pursuit of interesting stories. This blog for instance.
I tried to get a press pass, but I was about 5 months too late. Here’s how I described it to Jared, traveling partner for the next week and – for our purposes here – a very experienced photojournalist:
I called the DNC….
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Last night Annie sat up at a start when I woke her on the couch.
“What day is it?” she said, as if the answer would have life or death importance.
“It’s Sunday.”
“Oh.”…
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My shorts: Redeemed!
How much does it mean to me? It’s 4:39am and I’m wearing my shorts, proud as can be. In a way, I think I deserve some of the credit.
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If you don’t get your fill of me babbling about writing and traveling here, today, you can here me babble about writing and traveling over at Rolf Potts’ Vagablogging….
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We recently learned that it (as in our fetus) is probably a girl. The lady doing the ultra-sound said that she would put the probability of it being a girl at 80%. As long as it’s one or the other, I’m happy.
I’m in trouble. Just what I need, another girl in the house (Annie + the Cat + Princess Timmerman = 3 of them and 1 of me). I’m not in trouble in the sense that I’m going to have another female walking all over me and bossing me around – Oreo is the only one that does that – but because I’m not sure how much complete adoration for others in a single house one fella can muster before imploding into a tulip.
I had…
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Somewhere the sun is always setting. Whether that somewhere is into the ocean, thunder clouds, a prairie, a desert, a city skyline, depends on where you are.
Lucky for us, the site Constant Setting takes us to where the sun is setting right now.
(I saw it on WorldHum)…
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If you haven’t been following the recent discussion in the archives about “Coming Home Barbie,” you are missing out. In that discussion, Cindy Sue points toward this unbelievable petition:
To: Mattel Corporate Office
To: Mattel Corporate Office
333 Continental Blvd
El Segundo Calfornia 90245
We the undersigned, parents, grandparents, relatives and friends of children adopted from China and Asia, offer this petition to you and ask that you reconsider the decision to offer the “Coming Home Barbie” exclusively at the White Swan Hotel in China.
Many of us traveled to China and Asia to adopt our children prior to your introduction of the “Coming Home Barbie” available exclusively at the White Swan Hotel. Therefore were not given the opportunity to obtain one of these dolls for our child(ren).
We would like to have…
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I’ve yet to see a “fair trade” shoe that didn’t deserve a name like “The Blister” or “The Air Blister.” I don’t care where you stand as an engaged consumer, if you’re looking for a shoe that you actually want to perform, your options are pretty much limited to the big boy shoe manufacturers.
National Geographic’s Green Guide helps us determine which one of the big boys we want to support.
Do we want to support a company that publishes a list of the names and addresses of their suppliers, but places a higher volume of orders in non-union factories?
Or do we want to support a company that Oxfam notes “has probably done the most research and thinking” about living wages for Asian factory workers, but does not…
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Which I guess we did. Could this really be the result? Poor kid.
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GENEVA (AFP) — A giant inflatable dog turd by American artist Paul McCarthy blew away from an exhibition in the garden of a Swiss museum, bringing down a power line and breaking a greenhouse window before it landed again, the museum said Monday.
The same Paul McCarthy whose Wikipedia page has one picture on it – this picture?
I can’t say for sure that it isn’t that Paul McCarthy, but I doubt it, seeing that my book cover is devoid of inflatable dog turds and Santa Clauses holding sex toys.
(Thanks Karly, for posing the question.)…
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