S&L #79 Spring 2004
This issue marks the 18 year anniversary of Slug & Lettuce. I find it hard to believe sometimes cause that sounds like such a long time.
Volatile adj. having a high vapor pressure and a low boiling point;
(of circumstances) liable to sudden, unpredictable, or explosive change
[ETYMOLOGY: from Latin volatilis flying, from volare to fly]
“To lose the scar of knowledge is to renew the wound.” - Wendell Berry
“The rings around Saturn are its own shattered moon.” - Jane LeCroy
It all started when my sister Eleanor decided to split town... She got the wild notion that it was a much better idea to spend the winter living on a beach in Hawaii than in a squat in Philly. While I didn't want to see her go, I couldn't really argue with her - so she gave me they squat keys and told me to let good people move in... Well, good people or our friends.
The Global Holocaust vs Peace Punk Love
On June 30, 1908 a meteorite penetrated the Earth’s atmosphere in a flaming burst of joy. Four miles above the Tunguska region of Siberia, the meteorite exploded with the force of a 10 megaton nuke, leveling 500 sq. miles of forest and annihilating several dozen herds of reindeer and as many indigenous communities.
DAILY TOUR GIRA REACCIONA INVIERNO 2004
I hope people have been paying attention to the news. In Haiti, the United States right wing, including President Bush, instigated a coup against the democratically elected president Aristide. Bush is trying to pass the Patriot Act again because it is becoming expired. And The Unborn Victims of Violence Act was passed in the United States. This is just to name a few.
I swear that every time I have a column due, nothing exciting/interesting happens that month, but the months prior are pretty chock full of goodness (that I never remember to write down in the moment). I've got a bunch of rambling to do now, so let's get started, shall we?! It's finally feeling like spring around here. A couple of really warm days and the whole city's got spring fever...myself included! Yesterday, our whole household (all 4 of us) got down and dirty outside doing yard maintenance and digging up a garden plot.
I grew up in a very, very right wing family. I mean, they just had all their bases covered: racist, sexist, homophobic, they were even anti-semitic! "Geez, mom, didn't anti-semitism go out of style even for bigots?" The were also Christians. Being raised in such a home gave me a lifetime of work to do deprogramming myself. But I never, even when I was little, believed in the god stuff. It just seemed too ridiculous for words--- my Christmas presents gave me at least some conflicting rational evidence of a deity named Santa Cla
“There Goes the Neighborhood”