Israeli - Palestinian Conflict

I don't know enough about the core issue to comment intelligently, but my thoughts are with the innocent civilians caught in the crossfire, dead, dying, and living in fear of both.

Feliz Navidad

Yesterday my father and I listened to traditional Puerto Rican 'Christmas' music. It's mostly sad and really wonderful. A lot of it is about independence from America, Viva Patria, Viva Revolucion! Which is always cool stuff to me, ha ha.

As I get older the idea of holidays, seems to be less about food and presents and more about spending time with people. I like that, a lot.

Here are some ironic/and or amusing Christmas headlines:

The Pope talks about selfishness and solidarity, uhmm okay.
Bush gives some Xmas gifts.
Israel is scary and both the Palestinian and the Israeli civilians are in my thoughts.
Aww, German Navy foils Somali Pirates, BUT they are immediately released! Yea!

Today

Today my job consisted of taking off all the cushions of the couch, placing them in the bounciest position on the floor, and dancing wildly to The Clash.

Then I had a break where I drank tea and watched snow flakes float in the sky. After my break I got back to work.

I pulled on all of my snow clothes, diligently applied sunscreen, and then romped around in the snow until my nose was running and my clothes were wet. Then I went into the conservatory and watched koi fish for about twenty minutes.

After that I was really tired so I ate some lunch and then I took a two hour nap. After I woke up I went to the zoo and watched the giraffes eat hay about two feet away from me. Giraffes are the most wonderfully awkward animals ever made. Then I came home, read some books, ate some dinner, and watched polar express.

Being a nanny is definitely the best job ever.

Fleeting Moments

On Sunday I saw my mother for the first time as a real person. A girlish woman not tainted by motherhood, age, or work. She was as I wish she would be always. A smile on her face, giggling, dukes up in a comic pretend fight with my nephew. My mom is beautiful when she is smiling. I wish she did it more. All I want is the best for the people I love, all the time.

Also why isn't the national media covering this? Of course it is better covered independently here and here.

Our lame duck has good reflexes ...

He just did what we've all been wanting to do for the past eight years!

The journalist that threw those shoes is Muntadar al-Zaidi he's a 29 year old journalist, and the bravest person I've seen in a long time. As the first shoe is thrown he is quoted saying: "This is a goodbye kiss from the Iraqi people, you dog." and shortly after the second shoe: "This is for the widows and orphans and all those killed in Iraq." and finally, "You are responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent Iraqis."

According to United for Peace and Justice, "This bold statement also has to be understood in its cultural context. Showing the soles of your shoes to someone, let alone tossing your shoes at them, is a sign of contempt in Arab culture. Unfortunately this brave man is being held without being charged in an Iraqi jail, and has suffered multiple broken bones. This is how the people of Iraq are reacting, solidarity. Sign an e-petition for the release of Muntadar al-Zaidi, click here.

Also, sorry I haven't updated for a too long time. So much is happening.

Caught Red Handed

I've been working for a couple of hours and my hands are stained the color of new cherries. With streaks across my face I look like a scene out of a horror movie. It feels good to create. So far so good.

In other news:
Secession - Yea for squatters!
Recession - Today the Dow plunged over 600 points when news hit Wall Street that America has been in a recession since December 2007. Fed chairman, Ben Bernanke said he stands ready to lower interest rates yet again. Is that his only answer to an economy imploding in on itself? What happens when the rates hit zero?

I've always fancied pirates.

This Is Change? Obama's foreign policy picks. Blah blah blah.

Today's entry is so random right? I am a slave to my moods. Where are you sweet Marie?