HIV is one of the biggest social, economic and health challenges in the
world. It is a global emergency claiming over 8,000 lives every day. In
fact 5 people die of AIDS every minute.
Below are a few pictures which I found particularly impactful when I googled images on AIDS/HIV. Just click on each to enlarge:
I'm listening to the American Idol Season 4 album. I know. I know.
Don't think less of me, but I'm suddenly nostalgic for those evenings
in Korea when I would get together with a few lady friends and watch
this show. It was the first time I'd ever watched it, and I got hooked
early on. I resisted for the first three seasons. Clay huh? Kelly who?
DANGIT....I got sucked in. And now I'm watching Desperate Housewives.
I'm LOST*, but insanely entertained.
I still think Vonzell should have won. Girl can SING.
So what's new? Oh oh oh! Nothing.
I miss a lot of people right now. I'm nostalgic these days. I value good friends these days.
Love to All.....~Drew~
*Double-Entendre
I've been housesitting since Monday. A big house, a dog, and two cats.
Recently I've been contemplating how cool it would be to get a cat.
I remember with fondness the cat that we had growing up, and with
similar, though not quite acutely, fondness in respect to our dogs.
I've changed my mind.
I can't understand now why I would want to PAY MONEY to have
creatures in my home who would lick their crotches (it's mostly the
sound of it that bothers me), meow at the bathroom door when you're
inside, attack your nose in the middle of the night with razor-sharp
pincer-like claws, diahrrea all over the carpet (this happened, and it
took me over two hours to clean up), and last but not least....hop up
onto the counter and eat the pizza I just pulled out of the oven for
dinner, after a 10-hour work day.
I'm seriously not getting it.
I know they're cute, and "man's best friend" and what-not. But
honestly, if your best friend crapped on your carpet and constantly
licked his crotch infront of people, would you still be bosom buddies?
I'm thinking something would have to change. And then I see people
walking their dogs, picking up droppings as the dog wantonly
relieves himself. That's a whole new level of HECK NO.
Anyway...I've learned my lesson.
I found out yesterday, on this man's xanga, that Mr. Miyagi (Pat Morita) passed away. Who's next? The Goonies? Sigh.
Rest In Peace, Mr. Miyagi
Haven't had much to say on here in the past few days.
However....yesterday as I was driving down the road here in Calgary, I
saw a sight more fitting for my time in NE Georgia. The SUV infront of
me had in it's "trunk" a dead deer. I could see the snout and horns
quite clearly, though my poor little camera didn't pick it up as
clearly as I'd hoped. Luckily I had my camera with me. Cause, you know,
it's not every day you see this. Anyway.....
- Click on Picture to Enlarge -
Happy Thanksgiving to all you Americans out there. Hope everyone is well.
~Drew~
Ode to the Laminator, circa 2000
or
Experimentus Poetus: The Laminator
Hot-pressed plastic and lingering
liniments.
Joins inanimate objects with its
searing filaments.
Cut, paste--PRESS! my creative
vein--
Shining, glossing, protecting
the plain.
Everybody wants a laminator--something
to dress:
Am I your lamination, or your
laminating press?
Do you cut, past and press me, or
I, you?
Who runs who through, all shiny
and new?
Tagged by SETH...to give 5 weird habits. I think I've done this before already, but what the heck. I'm weird enough, I can come up with 5 more, easily.
1. When I wash my hands, I dry them meticulously...making sure every finger is dry, between my fingers, the top of my hand, etc. Some call me neurotic, I call me thorough.
2. When I'm working on my computer, I have to arrange the windows (internet, messenger, iTunes, etc.) perfectly, like a game of Tetris or something. Again, neurotic vs. thorough.
3. I don't like getting into an un-made bed. Even if it's been un-made all day, I'll generally make it right before I get into it.
4. The screen on my cell phone has to be clean. If it's dirty, I can't use the phone.
5. When I was twelve years old, I was traveling to Dinosaur Provincial Park in Drumheller, Alberta, and the man driving (my friend's father) had on a radio program about the proper method for pouring ketchup. That lesson has stuck with me ever since, and to this day, I pour ketchup correctly. Here's the problem: everyone knows it...the ketchup stays in the bottle until you dig in after it with a knife, or, worse, it all comes gushing out at once.
But here's how to fix it:
Tap the ketchup bottle gently on the "57" label, assuming it's Heinz. Not the one on the fat part of the bottle, but the one on the neck of the bottle, right near the cap. Doing so "affects the physics of the ketchup" and allows free flow of the previously jammed tomatoey substance.
I
just worked 23 hours straight. Literally. Ok....I had a two-hour coffee
break during the hours of 7:30AM and 9:30AM, and then I worked the last
eight of the twenty-three hours. I'm soooo pampered. I feel like
dookie!!
BUT...now I'm going to a Calgary Flames
game, and I'm very excited about that. Yeah. They're on a six-game
winning streak, and the boys are going to pull it off again tonight to
make it a seven-game winning streak. Can I get a what-what?
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