And in case you missed it, that old radical commie leftist Jimmy Carter, wrote a good editorial on this admin's human rights record a week or so ago. And this nation has turned so far right, that Carter does come off like quite the leftist.
And I've been reading for a while the interesting LJ of an American soldier in Iraq who is a fangrrl and a really wonderful writer, so here's links to a couple of her latest entries.
And now for my latest action-packed adventure during the plague of locusts. Yesterday at work I got on the elevator, pushed the button, turned, and leaned against the wall, and then suddenly heard an angry little "whrrrrrr" behind me. I knew that sound because I had taken enough cicadas outside trapped in my apartment lobby. I turned around. OK. No cicada on the wall. And no cicada on the spots I could reach on my back. So I leaned against the wall again, and a second later, the little fellow made his way to the front of my waist. The elevator reached my floor but we went promptly down again and I introduced him to a tree outside the door. Such silly little bugs!
And life is so much better when you're not sick with a fever for a good week and then rear-ended in your car and down with back pain, which kind of sums up a good part of the last two weeks. My back is recovering wonderfully now, I am relieved to say--yay community swimming pool and hot tub!--so this week is a much better week.
edit: Couldn't we add John Ashcroft to Al's little list? Pleeeeeease?