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Mar. 22nd, 2008
I start with the recognition that we are at war, and that war is not simply a hot debate between the capitalist camp and the socialist camp over which economic / political / social arrangement will have hegemony in the world. It's not just the battle over turf and who has the right to utilize resources for whomsoever’s benefit. The war is also being fought over the truth: What is the truth about human nature, about the human potential? My responsibility to myself, my neighbors, my family and the human family is to try to tell the truth. That ain't easy... We have rarely been encouraged and equipped to appreciate the fact that the truth works and it releases the Spirit and that it is a joyous thing. We live in a part of the world, for example, that equates criticism with assault, that equates social responsibility with naive idealism, that defines the unrelenting pursuit of knowledge and wisdom as fanaticism...— Toni Cade Bambara
Via Ernest Hardy's Blood Beats
Peppermint Stick year 'round
Mar. 22nd, 2008 03:53 pmThanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
klikitak I experienced Hans' Deli & Ice Cream today. It's been there 30+ years but it's buried in a giant strip mall and I'd never even heard of it, though it's a 15 minute drive from my house.
Ice cream made daily in house. Lots and lots of flavors you'll never see in a typical ice cream store. Also, pretty good deli food. Next time I'm gonna try the gorilla cheese, today it was hot pastrami on rye.
Ice cream: yes. It's not transcendent as some people claimed, but it feels that way because it's a bolgia above the hell of supermarket and chain ice cream, and limbo feels like heaven.
I have a fetish for peppermint stick ice cream and since nowadays it's only seasonal here I never get it, unless I want to go to the other supermarket and get the crummy kind.
Hans has it right there, in front of me, hand made today, face plant into bucket.
Oh and some of my friends were there too and that was nice.
klikitak I experienced Hans' Deli & Ice Cream today. It's been there 30+ years but it's buried in a giant strip mall and I'd never even heard of it, though it's a 15 minute drive from my house.Ice cream made daily in house. Lots and lots of flavors you'll never see in a typical ice cream store. Also, pretty good deli food. Next time I'm gonna try the gorilla cheese, today it was hot pastrami on rye.
Ice cream: yes. It's not transcendent as some people claimed, but it feels that way because it's a bolgia above the hell of supermarket and chain ice cream, and limbo feels like heaven.
I have a fetish for peppermint stick ice cream and since nowadays it's only seasonal here I never get it, unless I want to go to the other supermarket and get the crummy kind.
Hans has it right there, in front of me, hand made today, face plant into bucket.
Oh and some of my friends were there too and that was nice.
Took them off the autodial, 2008 version
Mar. 22nd, 2008 07:00 pmI just cleaned up my instant messenger list. This was a strange experience.
Mostly I pruned multiple service accounts for people I only talk to in one place. A surprising number of my friends had three or four old IM names from their pasts, some of them five years gone.
A few of the nicknames had been used once because of one incident: a temporary breakup, avoidance of one person or another, a joke. Some were from friends' previous jobs.
Two of them were dead. The collision of instant messenging and death was unexpected.
None of them were people I don't or shouldn't or won't talk to any more, which was a relief.
And then I left a few in because I could not remember what they meant. Accidents? One-time work contacts? A stealth name of someone I forget? Keep it in there, I guess.
Mostly I pruned multiple service accounts for people I only talk to in one place. A surprising number of my friends had three or four old IM names from their pasts, some of them five years gone.
A few of the nicknames had been used once because of one incident: a temporary breakup, avoidance of one person or another, a joke. Some were from friends' previous jobs.
Two of them were dead. The collision of instant messenging and death was unexpected.
None of them were people I don't or shouldn't or won't talk to any more, which was a relief.
And then I left a few in because I could not remember what they meant. Accidents? One-time work contacts? A stealth name of someone I forget? Keep it in there, I guess.