Archive for May, 2003

twenty-nine years and four and one-half months.

faked by Wednesday, May 28th, 2003

Twenty-nine years and four and one-half months—that’s how long my father has worked for the United States Steel company. My grandfather gave them thirty-five years.

I will never forget that after he died they tried to deny my nana the benefits that were rightfully hers under his pension plan. “There was an interruption in service,” they said, that rendered his service less extensive. They called it an interruption. We called it World War II. We won, after a while. Perhaps they grew tired of denying benefits to old ladies whose husbands had been at Normandy in ‘44.

one constitution for sale: $540 or best offer.

faked by Wednesday, May 28th, 2003

John Lawrence and his boyfriend Tyron Garner were just having a quiet night at home. Fix a little dinner, light a few candles, put on some Marvin Gaye . . . (more…)

Salute the Flag.

faked by Saturday, May 24th, 2003

Apparently the standard little-kid way we’re taught to salue the flag—right hand over heart—was not the original style (and unless you’re a getting-to-salute-it-military-style scout).

teenagers are dumb.

faked by Friday, May 23rd, 2003

they get drunk, they smoke, they have sex. and they never know what the hell they’re doing. mame & ms.comrade & i were having a discussion over nicole kidman & her smoking riff—as in, daddy-o, does she need to act a little better because there’s a host of baby aussies out there watching? (more…)

it’s your fault! wait. it’s my fault.

faked by Wednesday, May 21st, 2003

I’m preoccupied with the idea of personal responsibility. Sartre had a wonderful notion of “bad faith” that I can best explain through illustration: (more…)

white riot!

faked by Tuesday, May 20th, 2003

watch out, baby boys: they found an old minor threat tape and they gonna shove it down yo’ throat!!

i’ve still got a minor threat tape (the cassettes are blue, cd’s are red) that i got at wall’s so many years ago. it was wrapped over and over in packing tape, and i had to cut it open. it’s still that way; lumpy and shiny in the floor of my kitchen, waiting to jump into my tape deck and get all ‘80 on me.

sypniewski? sounds like a redneck to me.

faked by Tuesday, May 20th, 2003

The Supreme Court refused certiorari today for Sypniewski v. Warren Hills Regional Board of Education, 307 F.3d 243 (3d Cir. 2002). The third circuit succinctly stated the facts: (more…)

you wants some, sugar?

faked by Monday, May 19th, 2003

over a year ago big gray made me laugh out loud when he e-mailed me this little tidbit: (more…)

just play in “c.”

faked by Friday, May 16th, 2003

so i walked the couple blocks over to the church so big we call it “fort baptist” (their history notes that they lost a lot of members to a yellow fever epidemic in the 1850’s, which you don’t normally see a lot of shout-outs for) to see the graduation of some good friends, and to see national security advisor condoleeza rice. (more…)

tear it up, terry downe.

faked by Friday, May 16th, 2003

yesterday i turned the page on my second year of law school. i had an all-day final for first amendment—populated with questions that were just multiple-page statutes with a small caveat: “discuss.”

george street grocery is where you go after finals. it just is. i barely even head over to that two-story brick & dark-paneled bar anymore. it’s located right behind the capital, supreme court, and attorney general’s office, so there’s always attorneys and judges and legislators and governors and such—but for finals, i always head over for a drink.