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Thursday, December 30, 2004
Russell Shaw, 1960-2004
From today's Scotsman newspaper:
"A surfer whose body was recovered from the sea near St Ives on Boxing Day was today named as 44-year-old Russell Shaw
Mr Shaw, from Tresillian, near Truro, was pulled from the waves at Godrevy Point at 1pm on December 26.He was taken by air ambulance to the Royal Cornwall Hospital, where he was pronounced dead on arrival. Police have said the death is not being treated as suspicious."
Russ, I didn't know you, but we shared more than our name. I can tell from where you were found that we've both had a love for the sea..to be in it, on it, at it, and I must presume, to derive sustenance from it.
The sea, its inconstance so much in the news, sang to you, as it does to me. Even though they have removed your body from the water, I suspect your spirit will be there always.
Go well with the waves, mate.
Monday, December 27, 2004
Attention News Orgs: The Tsunami Has Drowned 58,000 Times More People Than Scott Peterson Did
Number of people who drowned as a result of Scott Peterson's vicious actions: 2
Number of people who drowned as a result of the tsunami's vicious actions: 117,000 plus
In apportioning minutes and column inches for coverage, I would like to see news organizations exercise the proper perspective.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
If Target Does Not Allow The Kettle, They Won't Get My Money
I'm more one for unexpectedly long-lasting oil lamps than I am for mangers and creches.
That said, I am very, very angry that Target has banned Salvation Army bell-ringers from their property.
Target does give corporately, true. Yet given the need for the assistance that the Salvation Army provides, I wonder how many less fortunate folks will do without - only because the Salvation Army will not have direct access to the largesse of millions of Target shoppers.
OK, let me do what little I can to right this grevious wrong.
Make an online pledge to the Salvation Army here
Target's main competitor Wal-Mart does
allow the bell-ringers. Shop there instead. Here's a link to a page where you can find a Wal-Mart store
in your area.
Meet The Fuckers
There. I said it for you, Hollywood, you derivative bunch of focus-group-testing, ecstasy-taking, poker-addicted non-voting-even-though-you-tell-us-how-to-vote mother fuckers.
I have no intention of going to see "Meet The Fockers." It could very well be a fun movie, but on hearing the title, it sounded like an oh-so-shallow play on words - a wink to a word that could never be in a title, but is strewn about in most movies.
"Meet The Fuckers." Hah. Gonna say it again. "Meet The Fuckers
Neh, neh. Ooh, that felt good.
One mo' time? What the fuck. " MEET THE FUCKERS."
I have met "the fuckers.." more of them than I care to specify in this space.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
I IdentifyNews accounts
of a strange whale with no pod, who for the last 12 years has roamed the ocean alone...