Shiny Things

I Love Cookies

Alright, I'm going to vetch for a second.

My back is killing me.  It really hurts and all I want is a good deep tissue massage.  I know it's all my fault for not keeping up with my yoga and suggested lame back exercises.  So tonight when I get home from work I'm going to sit in the bath tub and read a book and unplug my phone.

The Good News:  This week is shaping up pretty good.  People will be flying back into town, the New Pornographers are playing Thursday at the Music Box and Mr. Dougal drove all over the Valley with out over heating or breaking down.  Go Dougal!

   Oh, and this weekend was quite entertaining.  Friday night my friend Jeff and I hit the town all dressed up.  We shared bad dating stories and where we currently are in the wonderful world of life.  Ok, the wine helped.  We started off at The Standard and then moved on to Chateau Marmont.  I ran into the "Crab Man" from My Name is Earl.  I guess he likes tall girls.   

Saturday I got my hair cut, had a little brunch and coffee talk, drove Dougal everywhere and then my back started to kill me, which ruined the rest of my evening.  All plans were foiled.

Sunday involved knitting, Trader Joes, cleaning.  I was in bed at 10 p.m. and asleep about 5 minutes later.

Anti-War Rally Los Angeles

On Saturday I went to the big anti-war rally in downtown Los Angeles.  It was amazing. I met Cindy Sheenan, some great gals from Code Pink, and tons of other progressives. 

The most shocking thing about the whole experience was the lack of coverage by local media.  I didn't see one report over the weekend or on Monday about the rally.  What happened?  Why is our news not covering these types of stories?  I'm sick and tired of hearing about celebrities, I want some real news!

I've put up a new photo album on this site with pictures from the rally.  Please check them out.

-M.

State of the Union

Tonight is the State of the Union address.  I shall be watching and knitting.

So the question of the day is:  How many seconds into the speech until Dictator Bush says something stupid and I feel the need to stab him with my knitting needle?

I Love A Good Protest

Last night I stood on the street corner with a bunch of other brave souls.  It was cold.  Really cold for Los Angeles.  We were all their to protest the war in Iraq.  It amazes me at how many people in this country are so apathetic towards the whole thing.  If all the people that were against the war stood on the street corner one night instead of watching Entertainment Tonight we might be able to make a difference.

Hey, at least Rhea Pearlman showed up.

I Am A Rock Thrower!

I was happily on my way to my knitting 2 class at That Yarn Store in Eagle Rock when I noticed the most interesting thing. 

In the same strip mall plaza as the yarn store their just happens to be a Planned Parenthood Express.  Much to my amazement their were a bunch of right to lifers out front with wee little signs.  Being the civic minded young lady that I am I wandered right over to say hello.

I asked them what they thought they were doing.  They told me.  I told them they were idiots.  Then I offered to get them a wire hanger from the dry cleaners because that's where we would end up if they didn't cut the shit out.

To say the least they were not to pleased with my presence.  I know that I wasn't going to change their mind, and they weren't going to change mine; but damn I felt better for saying something.

As an awesome person once told me, "Their are two types of people in the world.  Rock throwers and book readers.  You are a rock thrower."

That's right, I am a rock thrower.  I am a very proud rock thrower.

Hey Mr. Postman

In my quest for a simpler life I decided to give myspace a rest.  One of my last posts was a request for people to send me their real home addresses.  I promised them honest to goodness letters in exchange for this information.  It was amazing to see all the responses.  My first batch of letters are going out in the mail today.  I hope people are as happy to get them as I was to send them.   I think that with today's world of i-pods, myspace, blogs, TV, High-Def this and that, blackberries, and everything else it is still nice to take it back a step and get a real phone call or a real piece of mail.  I don't know about the rest of you out there in the world, but my mailbox is usually filled with bills, adverts, and credit card offers.  It's nice to come home to a letter once in a while.

If you would like your very own letter from me feel free to give me your address and I promise you'll at least get a post card.

Thank Goodness!!!

Nancy Pelosi just might be the first female speaker of the house.  The Dems are in control, Nancy may lead, this year might not be too bad.  Now if only Bush and Cheney could get picked up my Italian CIA and taken to a series of secret prisons, tortured and then let loose a year later with an apology note.  Then maybe I'd feel even better.

On another note...  A horrible spider tried to ruin my shower.  It was not a nice shiny way to start the day.  At least when I read the news this morning the Nancy Pelosi story was everywhere.  That made me feel tons better.