We'll be on that section of I-68 about three hours after I've plunged publish on this post, taking Planet back to Bamgier, so travelogue next two, three days. Earthgirl got a new camera for her birthday yesterday, I need some new paintings to post here. No time to read last night, this morning, so no links today. New Ivy?
I hope my death is not stolen from me by a fiery blast of Fahrenheit or Celsius or another calculatable accuracy. I will gladly relinquish all the pleasures of daily bread, the pride and dreams of art—even pulse; but I hope my death will not be taken from me. Actually, it is a modest policy; little there to discuss as to solace or in the way of privacy. A valued moment of self-possession? Might it be something to embrace more than to expulse? I hope my death will not be pried from me. My end is not to be just a cause in a public sea of scientists teaming against a disease, a private point in a welter of piracy. After all, won't it fundamentally and rightly be mine and no one else's? I hope my death is not taken from me; better, it be an appointment kept in a private sea.
I believe Bill Clinton has collected around $100 million in speaking fees over the last decade.ReplyDelete
Given the state of things (corporate's reputation and balance sheet) when Obama started, he surely deserves that and more from them.
Alles klar, herr kommissar.ReplyDelete