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The Heaviest Element

A major research institution has just announced the discovery
of the heaviest and most hazardous element yet known to science.

The new element has been named "Bushcronium."

Bushcronium has one neutron, 12 assistant neutrons, 75 deputy
neutrons, and 224 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an Atomic
mass of 311.

These 311 particles are held together by forces called morons,
which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles
called peons.

Since Bushcronium has no electrons, it is inert.

However, it can be detected, as it impedes every reaction with
which it comes into contact.

A minute amount of Bushcronium causes one reaction to take over
4 days to complete when it would normally take less than a second.

Bushcronium has a normal half-life of multiples of 4 years; it
does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a
portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange
places.

In fact, Bushcronium's mass will actually increase over time, since
each reorganization will cause more morons to become neutrons,
forming isodopes.

This characteristic of moron-promotion leads some scientists to
believe that Bushcronium is formed whenever morons reach a certain
quantity in concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to
as "Critical Morass."

When catalyzed with money, Bushcronium activates Foxnewsium, an
element which radiates orders of magnitude, more energy, albeit
as incoherent noise, since it has 1/2 as many peons but twice as many
morons.

courtesy, again, my friend Amy at Turner

Free NewKewLar Missles for Every Child (Left Behind)!

Scott left this in his comment to "Cindy Shehan for President?" It's too good to not make sure you folk don't miss it! Click on the title of this post. I'm not sure, but i think this might be parody? Hmmm...full of lots of truths though, Mr. former Secretary of State Powell? Oh geez I just can't stop laughing.

Cindy Shehan for President?

I didn't even watch the SOTU address the other night, was too busy enjoying men being ballerinas. This is from my friend Amy at Turner in Atlanta. I think Cindy Shehan should start a new third party (to end all parties?) and declare her candidacy for the White House (or Congress, or something).

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What Really Happened.
Tuesday, January 31st, 2005
...a message from Cindy Sheehan

Dear Friends,

As most of you have probably heard, I was arrested before the State of the Union Address tonight.
I am speechless with fury at what happened and with grief over what we have lost in our country.
There have been lies from the police and distortions by the press. (Shocker) So this is what really happened:
This afternoon at the People's State of the Union Address in DC where I was joined by Congresspersons Lynn Woolsey and John Conyers, Ann Wright, Malik Rahim and John Cavanagh. Lynn brought me a ticket to the State of the Union Address. At that time, I was wearing the shirt that said: 2,245 Dead. How many more?

After the PSOTU press conference, I was having second thoughts about going to the SOTU at the Capitol. I didn't feel comfortable going. I knew George Bush would say things that would hurt me and anger me and I knew that I couldn't disrupt the address because Lynn had given me the ticket and I didn't want to be disruptive out of respect for her. I, in fact, had given the ticket to John Bruhns who is in Iraq Veterans Against the War. However, Lynn's office had already called the media and everyone knew I was going to be there so I sucked it up and went.
I got the ticket back from John, and I met one of Congresswoman Barbara Lee's staffers in the Longworth Congressional Office building and we went to the Capitol via the underground tunnel. I went through security once, then had to use the rest room and went through security again.

My ticket was in the 5th gallery, front row, fourth seat in. The person who in a few minutes was to arrest me, helped me to my seat.

I had just sat down and I was warm from climbing 3 flights of stairs back up from the bathroom so I unzipped my jacket. I turned to the right to take my left arm out, when the same officer saw my shirt and yelled, "Protester." He then ran over to me, hauled me out of my seat and roughly (with my hands behind my back) shoved me up the stairs. I said something like, "I'm going, do you have to be so rough?" By the way, his name is Mike Weight.

The officer ran with me to the elevators yelling at everyone to move out of the way. When we got to the elevators, he cuffed me and took me outside to await a squad car. On the way out, someone behind me said, "That's Cindy Sheehan." At which point the officer who arrested me said, "Take these steps slowly." I said, "You didn't care about being careful when you were dragging me up the other steps." He said, "That's because you were protesting." Wow, I get hauled out of the People's House because I was, "Protesting."

I was never told that I couldn't wear that shirt into the Congress. I was never asked to take it off or zip my jacket back up. If I had been asked to do any of those things...I would have, and written about the suppression of my freedom of speech later. I was immediately, and roughly (I have the bruises and muscle spasms to prove it) hauled off and arrested for "unlawful conduct."

After I had my personal items inventoried and my fingers printed, a nice Sgt. came in and looked at my shirt and said, "2,245, huh? I just got back from there."

I told him that my son died there. That's when the enormity of my loss hit me. I have lost my son. I have lost my First Amendment rights. I have lost the country that I love. Where did America go? I started crying in pain.
What did Casey die for? What did the 2,244 other brave young Americans die for? What are tens of thousands of them over there in harm's way for still? For this? I can't even wear a shirt that has the number of troops on it that George Bush and his arrogant and ignorant policies are responsible for killing.

I wore the shirt to make a statement. The press knew I was going to be there and I thought every once in awhile they would show me and I would have the shirt on. I did not wear it to be disruptive, or I would have unzipped my jacket during George's speech. If I had any idea what happens to people who wear shirts that make the neocons uncomfortable...that I would be arrested...maybe I would have, but I didn't.

There have already been many wild stories out there.

I have some lawyers looking into filing a First Amendment lawsuit against the government for what happened tonight. I will file it. It is time to take our freedoms and our country back.

I don't want to live in a country that prohibits any person, whether he/she has paid the ultimate price for that country, from wearing, saying, writing, or telephoning any negative statements about the government. That's why I am going to take my freedoms and liberties back. That's why I am not going to let Bushco take anything else away from me...or you.

I am so appreciative of the couple of hundred protesters who came to the jail while I was locked up to show their support....we have so much potential for good...there is so much good in so many people.
Four hours and 2 jails after I was arrested, I was let out. Again, I am so upset and sore it is hard to think straight.

Keep up the struggle...I promise you I will too.

Love and peace soon,
Cindy

Our new web "commercial"

Miss Jackson's web army has made a fabu new "commercial" (his words) featuring our listing! How exciting. Now it damn well better work. Click on the title above to follow the link.

I can do this!

Well, in my dreams anyway. I don't know what sort of missing chromosome type I am to think, when I see artworks like this, to myself "that looks so easy, i'll do that later." Seriously, look at this: it's just watered-down paint, splashed on an otherwise unused BIG canvas, colors allowed to bleed together pleasingly. We'll do this, right Steven, as soon as we have a nice big room up here with a nice big blank wall, right? Right.

Another High Picture

This is, from left to right, our friend Dr. Li, Steven's mom, JingXia, me, and Steven, at the new High addition a couple of weeks ago. Thanks for the picture, Dr. Li!

I'm SOO in my Honeymoon...

with Hilferty, I mean. All those shirts from all those jobs, for all these years, Mister...that i've incessantly made fun of. Bellsouth, Brokat, Earthlink...all that faux-attire-cum-marketing that you've brought home and I scoffed at. Well, who knew i'd be getting my own little uniform here. I wore this last week during one of the two days of workshops with the clients in ArLaTex, proudly and without embarassment, I might add. Well, it helped that Gerry and Richard wore theirs also. We were like the helpful visitor experience men.

Ok, all kidding aside, I am so in awe of these people. I'd heard the company I previously worked with in Atlanta described as "the Clampett's of the exhibit industry," and I'm realizing what a huge leap i've made away from that. These people WOW clients with workshops, involve them in decisions in a meaningful way, funnel everything into delivering the highest quality possible, and are genuinely experts in the field. Everytime I turn around i discover that another coworker is a professor at OU or someplace, or was, or has a celebrity-local-PBS-station-show star wife, children living abroad and travelling the world...with a few notable exceptions, i just haven't previously had the opportunity to work with such accomplished, high-calibre folks. I knew this was going to be a dream job...why did I wait so long?

Last week at the Vision/Mission/Audience workshop we conducted with the new clients in SW Arkansas, while pretending not to be a newbie, I observed the large client group just start to lap up the stuff coming out of Gerry's, Richard's, and Melanie's mouths. Thankfully, I was able to bring myself to speak also, particularly when we got to the point of bubble diagramming a rough idea of visitor experience for the new museum. At the end of 2 days, we accomplished more in the way of defining the project than previous company could have done in 2 months. It made me realize that when it is actually time to design and develop, I won't be grasping for straws and feeling no support around me, but that it will all flow from a solid foundation. Geez what a good feeling.

Temporary Digs

For those of you waiting forever to see this stunning panorama, sorry it has taken me so long. Front and center is 4 Lorene, my temporary home here in SE Ohio...and hopefully very soon it will be Steven's too (and Trotsky's and Eydie Gorme's). Geez I miss you lots, Mister. Tricia and Karen, DON'T get excited about that fireplace...it is totally useless and plugged up. And that lovely awning over the front steps bangs me right in the bald spot if I bound up the steps. Second floor, i'm convinced, was built for midgets. I'm not that tall, but 3 ceiling-mounted light fixtures up here are well within head-banging range, the most convenient of which is in the bathroom, right at the sink where I shave and brush my teeth. There WILL be broken glass and blood involved some morning soon in the mad dash to get to work in time to not look like someone who has been a bit--underemployed, shall we say--for the past couple of years. Maybe I can yank it down and put wire nuts in there before tragedy befalls. And I have to duck to go through 3 of the 6 doorways. Who knew I'd be experiencing kitchen cabinet doors that don't close (because of 65 years of paint), shower curtains that cling to you like saran wrap while you bathe (never knew how nice those glass doors are), or a stove that has absolutely no ventilation (not even the fake kind that filters and recycles air)?? I really try to not be so high maintenance, but i miss my house in Atlanta. On the extremely positive side, town is a 15 minute walk away--a very nice 15 minute walk, past all the nicest houses in Athens. And in town, as I've told you all before, there is WAY more to do that in my little suburban, yet "intown," enclave of the ATL. Brand Atlanta: Opportunity, Openess, and Optimism...or..geez, i'm sorry, I am all over the place.

Keep on Trockin'

I went to see "Les Ballets Trockaderos de Monte Carlo" tonight at Ohio University with John, a new friend from work. It was really fun. A bunch of men pretending to be ballerinas, celebrating their mistakes. There's alot of cool stuff going on here in Athens. Check out their site: http://www.trockadero.org/
I've got alot of other posts to do, but now I have to sleep!

Goodbye City Life?

That was easy. Click on the title above.