Thursday, September 16, 2010

September 11, 2008 - Thursday Please vote, even if you think it doesn’t matter, it mattered to many.

September 11, 2008 - Thursday

Please vote, even if you think it doesn’t matter, it mattered to many.
Current mood: contemplative
Category: News and Politics
A Message for all women


Photographs from the Records of the National Woman's Party

THIS IS MOVING. HOW QUICKLY WE FORGET.....IF ....WE EVER KNEW......

WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE

This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago.





Remember, it was not until 1920

that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.





The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed
nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking
for the vote.




(Lucy Burns)
And by the end of the night, they were barely alive.
Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing
went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of
'obstructing sidewalk traffic.'
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above
her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping
for air.

(Dora Lewis)
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her
head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate,
Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack.
Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging,
beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.

Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917,
when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his
guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because
they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right
to vote.

For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their
food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.

(Alice Paul)
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.

Suffrage Prisoners

So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because-
-why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work?
Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?

Last week, I (the aurthor of this; not me, Jennifer) went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new
movie 'Iron Jawed Angels.' It is a graphic depiction of the battle
these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling
booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.

All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the
actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote.
Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege.
Sometimes it was inconvenient.

My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history,
saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk
about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. 'One thought
kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,' she said.
'What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use,
my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just
younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.' The
right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her 'all over again.'

HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history,
social studies and government teachers would include the movie in
their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere
else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing,
but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think
a little shock therapy is in order.

It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.

The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'

Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know.

We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so
hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.

History is being made.

Currently playing:
The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past

September 10, 2008 - Wednesday News that amused me

September 10, 2008 - Wednesday

News that amused me
Current mood: awake
Category: Pets and Animals



Photo courtesy of Karen Brown
Posted on Sun, Sep. 7, 2008


Meet the new cats on the block.
After the bank foreclosed, the predators moved in
By David Kelly

Los Angeles Times

LAKE ELSINORE, Calif. - Taking advantage of a slump in local real estate, a family of bobcats has moved into a foreclosed home, lolling about on fences and walls and riveting an entire neighborhood.
Neighbors first noticed the feline squatters Aug. 27 hanging out on a side wall of the empty house in the Tuscany Hills development. At first, they thought the animals were mountain lions, and someone called 911.

Four police units arrived, ordering people off the street and into their homes.

But once the officers realized the animals were bobcats, they - like many of the neighbors - started snapping cell-phone pictures.

Since then, animal-control officials have been going door to door in the neighborhood, warning residents to keep an eye on their children and pets and not to leave water outside. It is unclear whether they plan to remove the animals.

The foreclosed home is one of several on the block. Its lawn is brown but still being watered by the sprinklers. The house sits right up against barren, chaparral-covered hills.

At least two adult bobcats and perhaps a litter of young ones appear to be occupying the house.

Residents have mixed emotions about their new neighbors: They don't want them hurt, but, at the same time, they worry about sharing their block with them.

"We came here to get away from the city and get closer to nature," said Scott Brown, 36, who lives across the street from the foreclosed house. "They are great neighbors, and as long as they don't want to babysit my kids, it's not a problem.
Currently watching:
The Bucket List
Release date: 2008-06-10


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September 10, 2008 - Wednesday super nintendo

September 10, 2008 - Wednesday

super nintendo
Current mood: awake
so i got my sweet super nintendo today. the rf cable was badly spliced, but i was able to use the multi cord from my gamecube so all is good. the ebay person is getting a bad score. i don't see how it is in good working order if not all the componates work. the plus side is that now i am sure that the random super nes around the house works as per i have cables to run it with, so i have a back up :D that and i got 3 netflix in today, so life is good so far today. now if i could only sleep like a normal person.
Currently watching:
Persepolis
Release date: 2008-06-24

September 9, 2008 - Tuesday sleeplessness

September 9, 2008 - Tuesday

sleeplessness
Current mood: awake
Category: Life
does anyone know of a good sleeping pill. I have not had normal sleep all summer. i stay up for 24 hours and then crash for 5. I feel the edge of madness creeping on. Booze helps, but can keep me wired. I've tried writing, watching tv, reading, metation, etc. i am fully wired the hours i am up. when sleep comes on; i pass out almost immediately & do not feel rested. I am at wits end.
Currently watching:
Where the Buffalo Roam
Release date: 2000-01-11

September 6, 2008 - Saturday i melted my nails off

September 6, 2008 - Saturday

i melted my nails off
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping
um if you use a hair remover system like veet, don't do as i did. normally i am careful, but i didn't was it off my hands right away. i had nail polish on my nails & if i didn't, i probally would not have much nails to speak of. stupid me, i forgot nails and hair are made of the same material. what was not covered by polish (cos i will admit, my manicure is chipped up) is peelly. it's much like as if you have had fake nails & boke or peeled them off in texture. gross, gross, gross!
Currently playing:
Bubble Bobble

September 6, 2008 - Saturday a rant

September 6, 2008 - Saturday

a rant
Current mood: enraged
Category: Life
This is for the controlling mother fuckers out there. You can not keep a person under your thumb forever. When you apply pressure, this creates compression. For each and every action, there is a complete and opposite reaction. That means you get what you give in the same force. Karma is a bitch. Sorry to keep speaking in cliches, but there is wisdom in it. You make your bed and lie in it. Think what you do and say before you act. Is it necessary? Does it deserve the severity given? Is it the logical recourse? What would be the completed picture? Was it worth it? I'm sure the answer to much of it is no. I am just tired of being fucked with, not being sure who is my friend and who is just smiling in my face, and mother fuckers just trying to keep me down. My back is no long up against the wall & I will fight to the death for my well being. Next to my son, my sanity is precious to me & I defy anyone to take them from be. You better think!
Currently reading:
Dishwasher: One Man's Quest to Wash Dishes in All Fifty States (P.S.)
By Pete Jordan
Release date: 2007-05-01

September 1, 2008 - Monday for those of you who ask what my "lizard tattooo" is

September 1, 2008 - Monday

for those of you who ask what my "lizard tattooo" is
Current mood: nostalgic

The Hobyahs

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ONCE there was an old man and woman and a little girl, and they all lived in a house made of hempstalks. Now the old man had a little dog named Turpie and one night the Hobyahs came and said, 'Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah! Tear down the hempstalks, eat up the old man and woman, and carry off the little girl!' But little dog Turpie barked so that the Hobyahs ran off; and the old man said, 'Little dog Turpie barks so that I cannot sleep nor slumber, and if I live till morning I will cut off his tail.' So in the morning the old man cut off little dog Turpie's tail.










The next night the Hobyahs came again, and said, 'Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah! Tear down the hempstalks, eat up the old man and woman, and carry off the little girl!' But little dog Turpie barked so that the Hobyahs ran off; and the old man said, 'Little dog Turpie barks so that I cannot sleep nor slumber, and if I live till morning I will cut off one of his legs.' So in the morning the old man cut off one of little dog Turpie's legs.












The next night the Hobyahs came again, and said, 'Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah! Tear down the hempstalks, eat up the old man and woman, and carry off the little girl!' But little dog Turpie barked so that the Hobyahs ran off; and the old man said, 'Little dog Turpie barks so that I cannot sleep nor slumber, and if I live till morning I will cut off another of his legs.' So in the morning the old man cut off another of little dog Turpie's legs.












The next night the Hobyahs came again, and said 'Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah! Tear down the hempstalks, eat up the old man and woman, and carry off the little girl!' But little dog Turpie barked so that the Hobyahs ran off; and the old man said, 'Little dog Turpie barks so that I cannot sleep nor slumber, and if I live till morning I will cut off another of his legs.' So in the morning the old man cut off another of little dog Turpie's legs.












The next night the Hobyahs came again, and said 'Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah! Tear down the hempstalks, eat up the old man and woman, and carry off the little girl!' But little dog Turpie barked so that the Hobyahs ran off; and the old man said, 'Little dog Turpie barks so that I cannot sleep nor slumber, and if I live till morning I will cut off another of his legs.' So in the morning the old man cut off another of little dog Turpie's legs.












The next night the Hobyahs came again, and said 'Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah! Tear down the hempstalks, eat up the old man and woman, and carry off the little girl!' But little dog Turpie barked so that the Hobyahs ran off; and the old man said, 'Little dog Turpie barks so that I cannot sleep nor slumber, and if I live till morning I will cut off little dog Turpie's head.' So in the morning the old man cut off little dog Turpie' s head.












The next night the Hobyahs came again, and said 'Hobyah! Hobyah! Hobyah! Tear down the hempstalks, eat up the old man and woman, and carry off the little girl!' And when the Hobyahs found that little do Turpie's head was off they tore down hempstalks, ate up the woman, and carried the a bag.













And when the Hobyahs came to their home they hung up the bag with the little girl in it, and every Hobyah knocked on the top of the bag and said, 'Look me! look me!' And then they went to sleep until the next night, for the Hobyahs slept in the daytime.

















The little girl cried a great deal, and a man with a big dog came that way and heard her crying. When he asked her how she came there and she told him, he put the dog in the bag and took the little girl to his home.

















The next night the Hobyahs took down the bag and knocked at the top of it, and said 'Look me, look me!' and when they opened the bag the big dog jumped out and ate them all up; so there are no Hobyahs now.