So another psycho killing people, this time at a school where his mother taught. 20 kids dead. (does it make anyone queasy that the woman who raised this guy is teaching someone else’s kids? I know it isn’t necessarily her fault, but um, surely someone close knew this guy was wound tight enough to explode?).
Is it really necessary to say that if he hadn’t had two handguns and a rifle those kids would probably be alive? This is just the last in an increasingly long list of such tragedies. Screw the NRA, screw the idea of the right to bear arms. We need to find a way to keep guns out of the hands of the people who are going to use them.
I was trying to leave a comment to a blogspot post but for some reason, it wouldn’t let me leave it despite giving them my google sign in, etc. so I’m going to post it here. Because it said something I’ve seen in other ‘reviews’—that is, personal reviews not actual critical ones—of the band’s reunion shows. This person lamented— to the point of saying that the show lost him—that at the 9:30 club show, the band did not play the songs he personally wanted to hear. He ended the lament by saying he had wanted to hear them play Omerta/Vampire Lanois to end the show but instead they played three songs off Black Love. (on a side note, Faded, majestic, sad yet uplifting at the same time, is to my mind, one of the best show closers ever, and one of the best songs, period, end statement, ever.) What I wanted to say was: dude, if they’d played Omerta, and you’d been happy, the people who were dying hear those three Black Love songs played together as the encore/finale, would’ve been disappointed. Get over it. They have a big catalogue. This is the perfect reason to see more than one show, not a reason to be disappointed that the one show you did see didn’t include the song you most wanted to hear.
my three year old granddaughter has had a ladybug obsession since she was too young to say ladybug. She loves real ones, which she tries not to harm, and ‘pretend’ ones, too. At last count, she had five dresses, two pairs of socks and some pants that had ladybugs on them, not to mention a wall hanging and a lot of books. But lately, it’s been acorns. She spent this afternoon in the park not on the swings (about ten minutes there) not climbing (another ten minutes) not even on the teetertotter ( a bare five minutes) but gathering acorns from under a tree and piling them on a bench. “Lotrta acorns,” she said, with a little smile, touching them all one by one. Before the park, we were in her yard, and she was collecting rotting figs and empty walnut shells. She had a new sticker book, on insects. but once she had taken the ladybug stickers and put them on a page, and one big butterfly sticker, she went back to collecting. These items she piled into one of her toy pots, and said it would be soup for supper.
There’s no real point to this post, but I was impressed by her intent interaction with the debris on the ground, and with how much delight she took in each find.
