Alot has happened since I last updated. Last friday night I got a letter back from the U. It says that I am on a waiting list and will have to wait up to July 1st. until they make there decison. So I wait 2 months to find out I have to wait another 4 months. the letter said that they don't want to over enroll people, which is understandble. It just sucks being in limbo until July. They even suggested I apply to another college inside the U incase I dont get into The college of Liberal Arts. Well were am I suppost to go? The farm college? Learn to shear sheep? there that's what I want to do. Yes be a sheep farmer.
The next time I work I work with Kelsey. She's fun, her friend is going to bring in Inta juice. I guess it's like a fruit smoothie place. Then the next time I am working with her after that, I am going to to Mrs. Fields and getting us some chocolate chip cookie smootie's. We have a buy 1 get 1 free coupon at work. I really dont like my Biology class. It is really technical and is almost like a medical type class. I am really struggling with the class. I think I am going to go to the professers office and see if I can get some help. TOnight I went ot Half Price books and got some more records. The one that I cant wait to listen to is the Steve Miller Double album. Space Cowboy oh yeah! Well I better go I got to go study for my realy lame chem class, because I got a test tomorrow. Later
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
A ghost like substance
I woke up thi morning and decided to make some coffee and work on my biology class stuff. Well about 20 minutes into studying liz wakes up and lets the dog out and came up stairs. I was at the kitchen table studying. I said good morning and then she mumbled something, I saw earlier that they had got a new cappichino maker. I told her that I saw that they got one and it looks nice and then she mumbled something about it being broken. I thought well ok I think I will go back to studying. Well the whole time she was there she talked to her cats and dogs and fiddled around the place. Not once did she act like I was there. Not that there wasn't anything wrong with that. I really didn't want to talk to her, but I was trying to be nice. Oh well, screw it. I really dont spend much time over at my place anyways I am either working or out with friends or my parents want me over. If I am home I am in my room listening to my records or studying.
Today in my Holocaust films class we had a speaking of an old little woman that was a polish jew but had gained fake papers to pass her off as a catholic. Her and her sister traveled to a town called Regensburg or something in southern Bavaria in Germany and got work working in a high class hotel untill the end of the war. She had also wrote a book called "Hiding in the Open". Her name is Sabina S. Zimering. I bought a copy and it is really good so far. I suggest anyone read it and learn about a survivor of the holocaust. The ISBN# is 0878391711. It truly is really good.
The class is a really good one. I can stand blood and gore. I deer hunt and butcher my own deer. But the stuff in some of the movies is just down right horrid. The worst part is, is that all of these happened for real. 2 weeks ago we watched the movie "Escape from Sobibor" It's about one of the only mass break outs of a concentration camp. Out of 600 that fled 300 wear mowed down from mg42's (machine guns with a high rate of fire) in the gaurd towers. And of the 300 left like only 17 or 20 made it to saftey, all the rest were re-captured. What really bothered me about this movie was one scene. It started out as the trains got to the camp and the men and women seperated into 2 lines. Then the nazi fucks asked people if they had any special abilities. One young man stood out and said that he was a goldsmith, and showed him his tools. Then he mad sure that his littler brother stood out as well stating that he was a goldsmith, and he was. Then the older teenager asked nazi fuck if he could had his father come with. The father had his arms around his two sons and look hopeful. Well the godamn nazi said no and that for the fathe rto get back into line. Then the line of the women moved down a road. Then the line for the men moved down the road. The father was next to the last in line. As he was walking away towards the gas chambers (unknowingly to everyone except the fucking nazi's) he turned to his boys and shook his fist not that high in the air, like showing to keep tough. Then the man walked past the bend in the road.
The older boy kinda looked like me and the younger boy looked like my borther mike. The father character looked exactly like my dad. As soon as I saw that I immediatly got choked up and had trouble breathing. If something happened like that to my family I wouldn't be able to handle it. After that class it took me like 2 hours to calm down. It was just that guy who looked like my dad, that drove me over the edge. I am still glad I am taking the class. I am truly learning alot more of the Holocaust then what I knew before. It's really sorry to see that we really havn't learned from past mistakes. In the Darfur region of the Sudan, genocide is occuring as of right now. The world is aware of it, alot of the news media has covered it, but no one has stepped in and tried to stop it. Later folks.
John Engrav
Today in my Holocaust films class we had a speaking of an old little woman that was a polish jew but had gained fake papers to pass her off as a catholic. Her and her sister traveled to a town called Regensburg or something in southern Bavaria in Germany and got work working in a high class hotel untill the end of the war. She had also wrote a book called "Hiding in the Open". Her name is Sabina S. Zimering. I bought a copy and it is really good so far. I suggest anyone read it and learn about a survivor of the holocaust. The ISBN# is 0878391711. It truly is really good.
The class is a really good one. I can stand blood and gore. I deer hunt and butcher my own deer. But the stuff in some of the movies is just down right horrid. The worst part is, is that all of these happened for real. 2 weeks ago we watched the movie "Escape from Sobibor" It's about one of the only mass break outs of a concentration camp. Out of 600 that fled 300 wear mowed down from mg42's (machine guns with a high rate of fire) in the gaurd towers. And of the 300 left like only 17 or 20 made it to saftey, all the rest were re-captured. What really bothered me about this movie was one scene. It started out as the trains got to the camp and the men and women seperated into 2 lines. Then the nazi fucks asked people if they had any special abilities. One young man stood out and said that he was a goldsmith, and showed him his tools. Then he mad sure that his littler brother stood out as well stating that he was a goldsmith, and he was. Then the older teenager asked nazi fuck if he could had his father come with. The father had his arms around his two sons and look hopeful. Well the godamn nazi said no and that for the fathe rto get back into line. Then the line of the women moved down a road. Then the line for the men moved down the road. The father was next to the last in line. As he was walking away towards the gas chambers (unknowingly to everyone except the fucking nazi's) he turned to his boys and shook his fist not that high in the air, like showing to keep tough. Then the man walked past the bend in the road.
The older boy kinda looked like me and the younger boy looked like my borther mike. The father character looked exactly like my dad. As soon as I saw that I immediatly got choked up and had trouble breathing. If something happened like that to my family I wouldn't be able to handle it. After that class it took me like 2 hours to calm down. It was just that guy who looked like my dad, that drove me over the edge. I am still glad I am taking the class. I am truly learning alot more of the Holocaust then what I knew before. It's really sorry to see that we really havn't learned from past mistakes. In the Darfur region of the Sudan, genocide is occuring as of right now. The world is aware of it, alot of the news media has covered it, but no one has stepped in and tried to stop it. Later folks.
John Engrav
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
I need a new place to stay
Well this is starting to sound like a broken record. Today I made a pizza for lunch, after I was done I put the rest on a plate and was going to put it in the fridge. Well there was no room, so I decided I would free up some space. There was a fridge pack of miller light (hey it was cheap ok?) and it only had 6 cans left. So I got it out of there. I decided to put the cans in the vegetable crisper, because before we had our beer in there. Well when I had to go pick my brother up, I was just about to leave when liz started to pitch a fit. She yelled out loud for everyone in the neighborhood to hear "Beer does not belong in the vegetable crisper, I am sick and tired of fixing stuff after you guys" Well i immediatly told her that it was me and I was just trying to free up some space in the fridge. I think I caught her off guard by telling her that because she was really quiet afterwards.
Saturday my dad was telling me if I get accepted to the UofM twin cities I could possibly stay on campus. I told him If I did I would have to give up my manager position at the bookstore, because to be a manager I need to work at least 18 hours a week. If I did that I would only be able to work on wekends. But living someplace else away from the beast from the east does sound really appealing. I told my mom what happened and she laughed and said I should move someplace else, like back home. I told her thanks but no. Then she suggested some apartments in farmington. Well I dont make enough money to live out on my own yet, so I would have to get another roomate. Oh well, after we pick tom up on friday night from St. Thomas my dad wants to go to this pub called O'garas. Its a brew pub, so we'll see how good there beer is. Later
Saturday my dad was telling me if I get accepted to the UofM twin cities I could possibly stay on campus. I told him If I did I would have to give up my manager position at the bookstore, because to be a manager I need to work at least 18 hours a week. If I did that I would only be able to work on wekends. But living someplace else away from the beast from the east does sound really appealing. I told my mom what happened and she laughed and said I should move someplace else, like back home. I told her thanks but no. Then she suggested some apartments in farmington. Well I dont make enough money to live out on my own yet, so I would have to get another roomate. Oh well, after we pick tom up on friday night from St. Thomas my dad wants to go to this pub called O'garas. Its a brew pub, so we'll see how good there beer is. Later
Sunday, March 05, 2006
The Old Scout: Is it time to impeach?
Garrison Keillor
Published: March 05, 2006
These are troubling times for all of us who love this country, as surely we all do, even the satirists. You may poke fun at your mother, but if she is belittled by others it burns your bacon. A blowhard French journalist writes a book about America that is full of arrogant stupidity, and you want to let the air out of him and mail him home flat. You hear young people talk about America as if it's all over, and you trust that this is only them talking tough. And then you read the paper and realize the country is led by a man who isn't paying attention, and you hope that somebody will poke him. Or put a sign on his desk that says, "Try Much Harder."
Do we need to impeach him to bring some focus to this man's life? The man was lost and then he was found and now he's more lost than ever, plus being blind.
The Feb. 27 issue of the New Yorker carries an article by Jane Mayer about a loyal conservative Republican and U.S. Navy lawyer, Albert Mora, and his resistance to the torture of prisoners at Guantanamo Bay. From within the Pentagon bureaucracy, he did battle against Donald Rumsfeld and John Yoo at the Justice Department and shadowy figures taking orders from Dick (Gunner) Cheney, arguing America had ratified the Geneva Convention that forbids cruel, inhumane and degrading treatment of prisoners, and so it has the force of law. They seemed to be arguing that the president has the right to order prisoners to be tortured.
One such prisoner, Mohammed al-Qahtani, was held naked in isolation under bright lights for months, threatened by dogs, subjected to unbearable noise volumes, and otherwise abused, so that he begged to be allowed to kill himself. When the Senate approved the Torture Convention in 1994, it defined torture as an act "specifically intended to inflict severe physical or mental pain or suffering." Is the law a law or is it a piece of toast?
Wiretap surveillance of Americans without a warrant? Great. Go for it. How about turning over American ports to a country more closely tied to 9/11 than Saddam Hussein was? Fine by me. No problem. And what about the war in Iraq? Hey, you're doing a heck of a job, Brownie. No need to tweak a thing. And your blue button-down shirt -- it's you.
But torture is something else. When Americans start pulling people's fingernails out with pliers and poking lighted cigarettes into their palms, then we need to come back to basic values. Most people agree with this, and in a democracy that puts the torturers in a delicate position. They must make sure to destroy their e-mails and have subordinates who'll take the fall. Because it is impossible to keep torture secret. It goes against the American grain and it eats at the conscience of even the most disciplined, and in the end the truth will come out. It is coming out now.
According to the leaders of the bipartisan 9/11 Commission, our country is practically as vulnerable today as it was on 9/10. Our seaports are wide open, our airspace is not secure except for the nation's capital, and little has been done about securing the nuclear bomb materials lying around in the world. They give the administration D's and F's in most categories of defending against terrorist attack.
Our adventure in Iraq, at a cost of trillions, has brought that country to the verge of civil war while earning us more enemies than ever before. And tax money earmarked for security is being dumped into pork barrel projects anywhere somebody wants their own SWAT team. Detonation of a nuclear bomb within our borders -- pick any big city -- is a real possibility, as much so now as five years ago. Meanwhile, many Democrats have conceded the very subject of security and positioned themselves as Guardians of Our Forests and Benefactors of Waifs and Owls, neglecting the most basic job of government, which is to defend this country. We might rather be comedians or daddies or tattoo artists or flamenco dancers, but we must attend to first things.
The peaceful lagoon that is the White House is designed for the comfort of a vulnerable man. Perfectly understandable, but not what is needed now. The U.S. Constitution provides a simple ultimate way to hold him to account for war crimes and the failure to attend to the country's defense. Impeach him and let the Senate hear the evidence.
Published: March 05, 2006
These are troubling times for all of us who love this country, as surely we all do, even the satirists. You may poke fun at your mother, but if she is belittled by others it burns your bacon. A blowhard French journalist writes a book about America that is full of arrogant stupidity, and you want to let the air out of him and mail him home flat. You hear young people talk about America as if it's all over, and you trust that this is only them talking tough. And then you read the paper and realize the country is led by a man who isn't paying attention, and you hope that somebody will poke him. Or put a sign on his desk that says, "Try Much Harder."
Do we need to impeach him to bring some focus to this man's life? The man was lost and then he was found and now he's more lost than ever, plus being blind.
The Feb. 27 issue of the New Yorker carries an article by Jane Mayer about a loyal conservative Republican and U.S. Navy lawyer, Albert Mora, and his resistance to the torture of prisoners at Guantanamo Bay. From within the Pentagon bureaucracy, he did battle against Donald Rumsfeld and John Yoo at the Justice Department and shadowy figures taking orders from Dick (Gunner) Cheney, arguing America had ratified the Geneva Convention that forbids cruel, inhumane and degrading treatment of prisoners, and so it has the force of law. They seemed to be arguing that the president has the right to order prisoners to be tortured.
One such prisoner, Mohammed al-Qahtani, was held naked in isolation under bright lights for months, threatened by dogs, subjected to unbearable noise volumes, and otherwise abused, so that he begged to be allowed to kill himself. When the Senate approved the Torture Convention in 1994, it defined torture as an act "specifically intended to inflict severe physical or mental pain or suffering." Is the law a law or is it a piece of toast?
Wiretap surveillance of Americans without a warrant? Great. Go for it. How about turning over American ports to a country more closely tied to 9/11 than Saddam Hussein was? Fine by me. No problem. And what about the war in Iraq? Hey, you're doing a heck of a job, Brownie. No need to tweak a thing. And your blue button-down shirt -- it's you.
But torture is something else. When Americans start pulling people's fingernails out with pliers and poking lighted cigarettes into their palms, then we need to come back to basic values. Most people agree with this, and in a democracy that puts the torturers in a delicate position. They must make sure to destroy their e-mails and have subordinates who'll take the fall. Because it is impossible to keep torture secret. It goes against the American grain and it eats at the conscience of even the most disciplined, and in the end the truth will come out. It is coming out now.
According to the leaders of the bipartisan 9/11 Commission, our country is practically as vulnerable today as it was on 9/10. Our seaports are wide open, our airspace is not secure except for the nation's capital, and little has been done about securing the nuclear bomb materials lying around in the world. They give the administration D's and F's in most categories of defending against terrorist attack.
Our adventure in Iraq, at a cost of trillions, has brought that country to the verge of civil war while earning us more enemies than ever before. And tax money earmarked for security is being dumped into pork barrel projects anywhere somebody wants their own SWAT team. Detonation of a nuclear bomb within our borders -- pick any big city -- is a real possibility, as much so now as five years ago. Meanwhile, many Democrats have conceded the very subject of security and positioned themselves as Guardians of Our Forests and Benefactors of Waifs and Owls, neglecting the most basic job of government, which is to defend this country. We might rather be comedians or daddies or tattoo artists or flamenco dancers, but we must attend to first things.
The peaceful lagoon that is the White House is designed for the comfort of a vulnerable man. Perfectly understandable, but not what is needed now. The U.S. Constitution provides a simple ultimate way to hold him to account for war crimes and the failure to attend to the country's defense. Impeach him and let the Senate hear the evidence.
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