Saturday, April 29, 2006

Well, this about sums it up - A letter from Bryan.

Sugar,
I know how sad it is to close chapters in your life, to leave places, rooms, people and realize that you might never see them again. But life, just like a good book, always has another chapter until the story is complete, and most times the next chapter is better than the last--full of new places, people and rooms. You have so many chapters left in your life, some long, some short, but always good and always opportunities to grow as a person. The good thing is that you are so good at living them fully, with the ability to see the good and the extraordinary in the ordinary. I'm happy that you keep a blog and your Moleskins to record all of your chapters--they will come in handy when we tell our grandkids all about what you used to do. *smile*
So today a chapter ended, a chapter with lots of love, laughs, pain and sorry, tough lessons learned, and laughs and happiness again. You learned about Kant and Mill, how english literature should NOT be taught, about making new friends and bringing old friends back into your life, about responsibility, about making goals, about so, so many things.
You are an amazing woman about to embark on a new chapter next week, a chapter that most would never even consider writing in their life book. Which, as so many things about you, makes you so extraordinary and wonderful. I love you and I'm so proud of you. You are a wonderful, beautiful, sexy woman and i'm so happy to call you mine.
I love you so much. I enjoyed sharing the last chapter with you, and look forward to sharing the next and many more.
You are "awesome." (and that is 39 y.o. man awesome)
Yours,
Bryan

Friday, April 28, 2006

A Very Merry Near Birthday!




































My lovely friends Stephanie and Ian took me out to Le Table de Renoir last night for a beautiful French dinner, pre-empting (in a somewhat American way..) my birthday this 16th of May. It was lovely to spend my evening with such sweet and wonderful people - even more so over such good food and wine. And Renoir, the owner, brought us pink champagne - Moet with Chambord drizzled in it, just amazing! We came back here for more champagne and it was just lovely. Given, it gave me a run for my money this morning at 7 when I was studying for my sociology exam, but it was well worth it. (And I think I aced my exam anyways!) Thank you so much to Ian and Stephanie to for such a lovely night. With friends like you.. I need Weight Watchers.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Papers Papers Everywhere

It's one in the morning
And I'm still awake
Justifying murder and
robbing a bank.

"Volition, virtue and morals!"
I rant.
My insanity the cause
of Beach, Aristotle and Kant.

Am I really responsible
under duress
of writing bad papers
it's such a huge mess.

I'm pacing the floor,
stride after stride
Beach, Aristotle, Kant
Justify suicide!

Me - Cleaner.














So I'm really digging this not really bathing thing. Before this picture, I hadn't really (and by hadn't really, I mean, had not at all) taken a shower in 4 days. I decided to take a shower before going out to the concert. Which ended up making me almost as dirty as before my shower. It really has cut off so much time in my morning routine. Wake up, put on t-shirt, sweater, shorts, sandals, braid hair - ta da! And I smell like almonds. This is awesome.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Take Me Out in a Death Cab

So my amazing friend Ian pulled two Death Cab for Cutie/Franz Ferdinand tickets out of thin air yesterday and took me to the show as a birthday gift. (I'll take the opportunity to remind everyone that I, Ms. Poshlust, Andrea, will be celebrating a birthday on the 16th of May. All Botox, Restylne, Collagen and supportive garmets will be accepted, as will champagne.)

I have to say, despite the plethora of expensive dressed yet extremely vapid tweens that crowded the venue, it was a nice crowd. A good mix of young boys with no asses and striped t-shirts hanging out with young girls who look like young boys with no asses and striped t-shirts. A bunch of older men trying to look like young boys with no asses and striped t-shirts, and their unimpressed wives with big asses and sweatshirts on. You know. Your typical wednesday night double bill crowd. Exactly the crowd that Sonic, our too hip to be hip radio station caters to.

The first band up, the Cribs, was a little too punk rock for me. A little loud, not very engaging, and I couldn't see despite the fact that Ian perched me on top of a garbage can. I remember when all the little emo/punk rock kids were short, and that's why there were so angsty. Now I'm the smallest one there. Its all the beef I tell you. They really don't have a reason to be so grumpy now, at least they're tall.

We skipped the second half of the Cribs set to stand in the pulsing miasma of loud people with too much money to peruse the t-shirts, and didn't buy one. A t-shirt would have been almost as expensive as the ticket to the show, and lets face it - when 200 people around you are already wearing the same green shirt, either the non-independant nature of independant music gets you, or capitalism chokes your throat and you really can't do it.

Then we went back in to see Death Cab for Cutie, and it was evident that they were there for the really dyed in the wool music fans - the people who came to the show completely disregarding the other half of the double header, and would have payed full price just to see DCFC. And it would have been worth it. Lead singer Ben Gibbard was pitch perfect as he is on the albums; even though I was truly expecting otherwise. I didn't think that he could possibly be so identical to the albums, his voice changes pitch and notes so flawlessly, so amazingly. It was beautiful and emotive and heartwrenching and beautiful. They sang old favorites that new fans wouldn't know, to make us feel welcome, and Sonic favorites that everyone could sing along to. It was a fantastically chosen set, full of energy.

There was a brief, somewhat annoying intermission between DCFC and Franz Ferdinand, but it was worth it. FF, deliciously predictable - and rightly so. They were loud and rocking and played songs that everyone knew and everyone loved - really, what more could you want them to do? They are really good at what they do, and what they do is make rollicking palatable rock music for the masses, and look damn good skinny and stripped and assless while doing it. They may not have played some more lesser known favorites, but really, the masses couldn't jiggle their boobs to those! It was fantastic, for what it was - good, clean, rock, with choreographed kicks and prepackaged witty repartee that still makes you smile. There is just something worthwhile and enjoyable about standing in a crowd watching people really enjoy themselves.

Which is to say - I really enjoyed myself. I like spur of the moment concerts even better than the ones I plan to see. And last night was no exception. Thanks again, and always, to Ian for taking me out. See another great (and equally as funny) review from a friend at Kwaya Na Kisser.

Yay. Exams!

I have blue fingers. Speckled. My favorite pen that inspires the best exam writing has a drooling problem, and as a result I have blue liver spots all over my fingers.. and I won't lie.. my face. I have cramps in my hands, and in my neck, and papercuts and bags under my eyes and dirty hair and I lost my deodorant. I've written so many papers that I think maybe Aristotle and the Turing Test are going to have a rumble in my kitchen, I keep mixing up the papers so much. I recently wrote a sentence encouraging the enslavement of babies and the protection of dogs, and then had a really good sleep. It's deliciously evil and I'm really enjoying eating perogies and sour cream for every meal except those in which I'm dragged out of my house by Laura (to Denny's), Ian (for sushi) or Steph (Starbucks bear claws). I'm actually getting a more balanced food triangle, which previously somewhat resembled a trapezoid.. or a vitamin. Thank god Bryan had the foresight to send me home with 240 Womens Daily multivitamins, that among the 2000% of my daily intake of calcium, also have papaya juice and spinach in them. I think they've essentially kept me from getting scurvy. I have the best boyfriend. And the worst pen.

From the Makers of "African American Cop"

This is scary. I mean.. really scary. Perhaps what's more frightening? I heard about it on CNN. A group with the top selling "Ethnic Cleansing" video game have created these for kids.

Seriously? Women do this everyday?
















Laura had her baby!!! 7lbs 8ounces, a little boy named Tiago David Moreno Raboud. He's beautiful and amazing and alert and healthy and he doesn't have a tail. We love him already.

Monday, April 24, 2006

I am tired.

I am tired of working so hard at something I will never read again after it’s arbitrarily marked according to how much my teacher does or doesn’t like me. I am tired of writing things I don’t believe and justifying them so that I get an A. I am tired of not having clean sheets everyday of the week because laundry is so expensive and I can’t afford to smile. I’m tired of not having time to think or read or laugh or do anything with pleasure not tainted with urgency and the guilt of knowing I should be doing something more ‘productive’. I am tired of waiting so long for my phone to ring, for it to be somebody with a nice voice, a happy voice, one that doesn’t have pity or sadness or ‘ask what’s wrong’ in it. I am tired of wanting somebody to call so badly and they just don’t get my psychic messages or think I’m crazy for needing to be told a million times a day when I’m sad that yes, somebody outside of my mother loves me. I am tired of nightmares and medicine and aches in my elbows and knees and not ever having a goddamn pen when I need it. I am tired of having to explain every emotion and not just being able to be tired and sad without having a scientific reason behind it that maybe I just can’t explain to somebody who forgets that they were ever just SAD. I am tired of wanting to be surprised and happy and I am tired of the fact that I just keep giving up on ever being surprised and happy. I am tired of having to be playful and happy and sexy and funny and smart every stinking second of the day to SOMEBODY, and I am tired of the fact that I can only be sad and dirty and not sexy and definitely smelly in my dirty sheets alone, when all I have to eat is rice crackers for the fifth time that day. I am tired of always being out of soy milk, and the grocery story always being out of soy milk. I am tired of being told to ‘bear with me’ and ‘deal with it’ and having to smile like I understand when I want to kick you in the shins and scream in your ear and make you cry. I am tired of the fact that there is nothing on the tv but bad news and sadness and the fact that they never seem to catch the one guy bloodied to a pulp in the corner of the picture and say that the pictures are disturbing so we are warned and we look for the disturbing. I am tired of the sadness that everyone pretends I’m the only one that feels and sees, and I am tired of the fact that sometimes I believe them. I am tired of wanting somebody to love me, of being so desperately ashamed that they laugh when I don’t see it, because maybe somebody does. I am tired of never measuring up to anything, except what people think I someday will be. I am so tired that I am afraid that I never will. I am so tired.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Style Icon of the Day


The lovely (Canadian) Leslie Feist. Sometimes quirky, always french, and definately beautiful, there's nothing like watching her play a show in a kitty cat mask. And damnit, she's just so nice.

Decadent? I think so.

I just had smoked salmon, strawberries, lemon pie and coffee for breakfast. I feel like a princess.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

Style Icon of the Day


Brigitte Bardot - definately hot, love the hair, and you can't beat the cat eyes. Too bad she was a liberal bleeding heart. *sigh* All the pretty ones are. And yay for pirate stripes!

Happy Earth Day, Gas is 3.09$ a Gallon!

Friday, April 21, 2006

Art o' the Day


Montreal artist Amy Claire Huestis
Oil on Linen, 2004

Just Like Wanting to be Jewish

I never visit the galleries in Edmonton. It's true. We never explore the cities that we live in, but we really should. So, completely NOT in this spirit, but one of pure and utter procrastination, Stephanie and I walked down to the Harcourt Gallery, and the Vanderleelie Gallery just up the street from us. I have to say, I was pretty impressed, and fell in love with a couple of Canadian artists. Harcourt had an interesting exhibit on, "Spaced Out" by Marcia Huyer, a very strange exhibit of blown up strange shapes, fabric formed into some very interesting shapes and inflated with air. It looked very organic, very - intestinal. Stephanie and I both agreed that it was a little.. gross, even though it was all white and clinical. Strange.

We were taken into the back storage room of Vanderleelie Gallery, and got to see some really fantastic pieces. I fell for one particular artist, Amy Claire Huestis - a fantastic artist from Montreal with just gorgeous paintings. Beautiful. Also, a very interesting Edmonton artist, David Cantine - very organic, smooth, circular.. only circles.. beautiful. You can check them all out here.

Overall, not a bad afternoon - there's a thunderstorm rolling in and I'm going to curl up with my English studying. Take care all.

Slo Motion Me

As Ian knows well, I live my life in Slo Motion. Even if everyone else is moving regular speed, I tend to flip my hair and bat my lashes and swing my hips.. in slo-mo. Usually to the beat of Air's "Playground Love". But today.. today it's amillion times worse. I can't even seem to pick up my feet and shuffle fast enough to be slo mo. I'm not sure WHATS wrong. *sigh*

Love Story















Q -Just curious because it seems like a cool story, how does a girl from Edmonton meet a guy from West Virginia...or at least the Eastern US?

A - It is a pretty funny story actually, or at least one that generally amuses people. I met Bryan in India, where he was working, and my family was working, and I was travelling, then working. *laughing* I first met Bryan while visiting India with my then boyfriend Brad, and started talking with him about a generally benign subject - jazz. We continued our correspondence for a couple of months until I travelled back to India the next year post break up. We started hanging out and BAM, he fell madly in love with me. Really, what more can I say? We travelled some of India together, and what cements love more than the smell of cow crap? - and decided that even though we were both returning to North America, we'd continue dating. (Seriously, that stuff is like cement.) So thats how periodically I end up sleeping in Dupont Circle and hunting eggs in West Virginia, and have such an avid and rabid love of American politics and Krispy Kreme. Oh, and love Bryan so damn much.

Yeah, Ms. Cleo I'm Not

Oh Mr. McClellan, we'll miss you, your funny quips and amazing boxstepping around actual answers - but I understand. If I had to stand in front of a blue curtain every day with a metaphorical hand up my ass telling me what to say (especially when blue wasn't my color) I too would probably resign. But we'll miss you, regardless of the fact that we saw it coming way back on.. April 6th.

Now, the apparent problem with Scott McClellan was his inability to properly convey the sentiments of the White House to the press. So who do they bring in? Well, who better than previous Fox commentator Tony Snow? If there ever was a news station close in kind to the administration, I'd say Fox was as good of a bet as any. *chuckle*

Another possible shake up lies in the hands of Slash and Dash Josh Bolten, doing his job well as agitator and re-organizer of the West Wing - Poor Harriet Miers. After her unfortunate beat down post Supreme Court Nomination and subsequent pat on the back job as 'Counsel' to Bush - she's going to get the boot again. Why? Well, she's too slow with the paperwork, indecisive and a weak manager. By that measure, I think Bolten could very well shake himself into the job of President.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

American Amazing


I went to see the Grant Woods show at the Renwick Gallery - a really amazing collection. I was unaware that some of the paintings I've loved were THAT Grant Woods - the one who did American Gothic. It was really well curated - basically a walk through all of his best works, in chronological order, from early sculpture to his European years, iron work and the famous American Gothic. It was so good, I actually went back with Bryan so that he could see it, and enjoyed it just as much the second time. Some interesting facts? (Thanks to Laura for a few of these). The woman in the picture is Grant Woods sister Nan, and the gentleman is his dentist. Even though she was pretty young, he made her quite a bit older, which sparked a three year feud which finally ended when he painted this new picture of her. Funny.

Ouch - Not Bad









I’m a sucker for entrepreneurs, especially young, music minded ones. And the fact that anyone might approach me with my Starbucks, Sneer and Snotty look on – well, extra kudos for that. And hell, perhaps he caught me on a bad day, when I wasn’t feeling as in touch with my bad hip self as I usually do. But Brendan Taylor caught me, regardless, stalking into Dupont Circle, fully intending to fall immediately asleep on the grass while reading Proust. (And no, by any means – offence meant to Proust.)


A la Cake, he approached me with an iPod and a set of headphones, asking if I was a “music person”. Can these people pick me out a mile away? Do I have that smell about me? So I slapped on the headphones, as Brendan told me “I did everything on the album myself.” For 5 bucks, to tell the truth, I probably would have bought it anyway to just support another artist – but the fact is… It’s pretty damn good.

“Ouch” is a cross somewhere between a white Saul Williams and a blacker Buck 65, a little bit of Broken Social Scene and some Modest Mouse in terms of angry, maybe a little young Beck, and some pretty wise ass lyrics. It’s got the bathroom recording production sensibilities of my favourite CoCoRosie albums, but male. Fast paced, pulsing, though maintaining a strong musical hook that makes it sound just the good side of automaton, and a voice emotive enough that you know he’s not just reading off a notepad (because we’ve all heard those CD’s) – I like it. “Dog Waggers” has a politically witty vibe, very head-nod make a difference paint a sign music, and “Mine Now” has a vaguely Mos Def funk to it. You can definitely feel the hip hop influences, “School” has “Bonita Applebaum” (TCQ) slid into it, and you can smell a little DMC in “Bills But Never Change”. This would be good for an art exhibit, or late night Red Stripe on the porch, even a little mean kissing. Looking forward to the next one Brendan – hopefully I’ll catch you in Dupont Circle sometime soon. If you’d like to contact Brendan for a CD, try dixonsmells@hotmail.com, or take a quick listen here. Word to the wise though Brendan? I’ll volunteer to do your next album cover. *smile*

Pictures Worth a Million

It’s rare that I don’t see strange things on a day to day basis – rarer still is when I have my camera with me. Like driving home from West Virginia and missing the opportunity to snap a picture of the sign at McDonalds – “Braille and Picture Menus Available”. Or how about the “25$ USD. Higher in Canada” price sticker? Or the “Do Not Use on Unexplained Calf Pain” on a sex toy? But occasionally, I manage to snap a few funny ones. Like below.









#1 – Driving home from West Virginia, we passed an old –timey drive up, “Big Al’s” Given the fact we were driving home on Easter, I thought it was strange they were open. But no, they too were celebrating. “Jesus is the Reason for the Season - He Has Risen – Honk to Order.”

#2 – Again in West Virginia, land of secular mitosis where you can’t swing a sin without hitting a Baptist church, we stumbled upon a treasure trove of free “Gospel Music” . Take one, pass it to friends – too bad they were all tapes, and we only had a cd player. Note, however, that Gospel Magazine is helping to win the war on terror.








#3 – This one needs some help in interpretation – that’s where you come in dear readers.
I found this envelope posted on a used bookstore bookshelf, put up with a clear thumb tack, nothing inside. It is a reminder? A note to aliens? A code? Who IS Iron Man? And why isn’t Henry Ford.. Henry Ford?

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Spring, Swings and Salamanders

















Some photos from West Virginia - I caught the girls a salamander, and the littlest one wanted it to crawl up her arm (she's a pretty awesome little girl) so that's what we're doing. Her sister is in the pictures too. So is my sweetheart. *smile* He looks so sweet with his nieces, and they just adore him. They like me too. Yeah, thats me, beaming.

Hanging Out in Dupont Circle



Tuesday, April 18, 2006

No, THAT'S your water fountain

The Omaha school district has decided to segregate its schools into one predominately white, one black, and one hispanic school. Really - no word of a lie. They argue that this will (allegedly) give minorities control over their respective schools, so they don't get "shortchanged" in favour of white kids. Apparently, because they don't offer busing anymore to encourage integration, each neighborhood essentially has it's own school anyways. You know, the rich neighborhood has the white school, the poor neighborhoods have the black and hispanic schools!
I don't quite understand the arguement that by segregating, the problems of poor quality teaching ( or too few teachers ) and no resources will be rectified. They're saying that by having control of their own resources, minorities will be able to better apply them. That doesn't work for me. If I have control of my 5 dollars or not, it's still only 5 dollars I can spend. (Which I'm sure is actually a realistic operating budget.) Won't it actually make the problem worse? If the majority of income goes to white people, who have the ability to put more money into the school, and you put all the white people together, you have a pretty wealthy school. In a district where 46% of the population is white, the remainder of the "lower income" minorities... get what, 5 dollars?

Art o' The Day


A strange photo by Dora Maar, Picasso's one time lover.
He met her in a cafe in Paris, noticing her because she was
cutting off her fingertips. He later exhibited her bloody
gloves on his studio shelf. Their affair lasted 9 years,
and garnered no children. She became a photographer
and painter in her own right.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Oh Rummy.

It appears that the calls for Rumsfelds resignment are reaching a cacophanous fever pitch. Retired generals stepping out of line, media speculation so thick he might also well be bigfoot. Through it all, he's been smiling, laughing, and (even though he's submitted resignments to the president twice this term without impact) staying on, hook and nail. It's impressive really - I don't know if I would have the same chutzpah. Here are my predictions as to what is going to happen....

Scenario 1 - Under pressure from the ultimate goal, Carl Rove, Rumsfeld will put in a third resignment, citing "personal reasons" or "wanting to spend more time with his family" - and it will be accepted. Sadly, the President will make a news conference, noting that Donald will stay on as a "close and trusted advisor.. and friend".

Scenario 2 - Rumsfeld, under increasing pressure and inability to fully open his eyes past a squint, has a heart attack and dies.

Scenario 3 - He stays on through the end of the presidency, gradually making less and less sense, until at the morning meetings they pass around a "Rumsfeld Mad-Libs" sheet. He then goes on to command a fleet of Canadian Geese in front of the Washington Monument for the rest of his days.

More Rivera



I recieved so many comments/e-mails about the Diego Rivera painting that I thought I'd put up some more. Both are contained in the 'Vendedora de Flores' collection.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Purple Rain

I’m writing this on my laptop as we’re driving through Virginia. It’s fairly late – 10 pm now- and we still have 2 hours to go. There is an incredible thunder and lighting storm sweeping a blazing holocaust across the highway outside, simultaneously scaring me and hypnotizing me to sleep. The sky is pitch black, and the lightening is ripping slits of pale lavender into the air around us, so close to the car. Everything seems to be pale pink or purple lately. The lightning, the blooming cherry blossoms, the tulips, the pale violet lines across my eyelids – I feel like I’m living in a Prince song.
The air has that thick ozone smell, of burning air and hot water and warm pavement. It’s cloying like tar in the summer, but filtered through the car vents it smells beautiful and fresh and strange. The cracks of lightning periodically get closer and further, we’re driving in and out of the storm on these roads that seem to wind ridiculously in and out of valleys and towns and hills and fog that makes my chest contract it scares me so badly. It runs across the road and snakes around signs and envelopes the car with frightening agility and speed.
Part of me is surprised to see any color in the trees, the cars, the houses around the highway – it seems like everything should lose it’s color at night, and be just as ghostly and pale as the white lines on the highway. When the lightning flashes everything is bright and green and colourful...and still there.
There is something lovely about being in a car in the rain. Isolated and close and damp, it feels intimate and strange. We’ve been passing the time since it got dark reading Steinbeck aloud and playing the ABC game. Bryan, warm and solid beside me, makes me feel safe, and the rain, when it’s not so forceful, lulls me into a humid sleep.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Strangest Article Title EVER

"If You Prick Us, Do We Not Bleed?"
"If You Tickle Us, Do We Not Laugh?"
Jews and Pocketbook Voting

-found in a Political Journal at JHU

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Art o' the Day



















Diego Rivera - Vendedora de Flores
(Frida Kahlo's somewhat lecherous, yet still revolutionary, husband.)

Are These Your Shoes?


Found at the corner of 14 and N.

Wanted Object..


Kate Spade's new Flatiron Gabi bag. *sigh* I wish I was a cat burglar.

Tell Me A Story

Bryan took me to this amazing Spoken Word/ Storytelling event last night at HR -57, which had the theme of "April Fools and Foolishness". It was really fantastic, the stories varied as much as the people there, from bi-continental multilingual phone sex stories to a grandmother talking about "The Three Sillies" and another talking about Groucho Marx. My favorite was a story about attempted breakdancing in the midst of puberty - foolishness indeed.

We went to our favorite Thai Restaurant (Thai Tanic - witty hey?) and had what I've been craving since February, the best Pad-Thai. *sigh* It was wonderful, and I have to admit after having 2 very strong beers at the poetry place, it was even better heated up sitting on the couch before bed. It did nothing for my sleep pattern however (as Bryan predicted) and I ended up laying awake for half the evening plotting the extermination of the smiling Thai waitress who let me eat it.

I love it here, the cherry trees are blooming, its about 25 degrees, sunny - beautiful. I'm spending the day inside, wrapping up an essay, then going to the library with Bryan to start.. another essay. We're having a barbeque with friends tomorrow night, then heading to West Virginia on Friday for Easter.

Life is Good.

Viva La Migra!

I'm in D.C. (for all of those who've wondered where exactly I dissapeared to..) in the midst of the big Immigration (with a capital I) debate. The protests would probably be a lot more effective if a) they didn't block traffic and b) took place while congress was actually sitting deciding the particular bill. Call me crazy.. (crazy) but I understand the resistance. While I can get all touchy feely and talk about border dissolution as wildly and speculatively as the next barefoot gal - the fact is, we do have borders. And citizens. And health care. And minimum wage. And if you want those things? Do not go quietly into our great night and sneak across the border, but immigrate legally. And don't hold up the streets. It's bad P.R.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

It Puts a Spring In My Step


My favorite beer right now.. it makes me think of hip hop and Bryan and warm nights and smiles.








My favourite shoes right now.. they make me happy. But they get dirt stuck to them on the bottoms. It makes me taller.

We're Going to Need a Bus

So the word on the block is that White House Press secretary Scott McLellan is the next to go, and will be able to cry into his beer with Treasury Secretary John Snow, rumoured to be following suite.
Apparently new Chief of Staff Josh Bolten has come up with the hereto unseen solution to saving the Bush White House - improving communication. And as soon as they get rid of Scott McLellan (in my books at least the most humorous Press Secretary of late), then Bush's approval rating is going to skyrocket.. Because you see, McLellan was just SAYING it all wrong. It's just a question of communication. Which is why they're also getting rid of the Treasurer. Right.
Rumoured to be hiding in the wings is Dan Bartlett, a current White House counsellor. Can you imagine witnessing everyday what McLellan goes through, and then being told you're next on stage? I would think, despite the suggested close ties between Bush and McLellan, Scott might be relieved. Who really wants to face CNN'er Dana Bash everyday anyways.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Holy Lettuce Batman

These are some pretty amazing figures. The average farm worker makes approximately $9, 570 a year, but by paying them more and making them legal, it would increase our grocery bills to such a degree that we couldn't afford fruits and vegetables. The facts? By increasing farm workers wages by 40% and putting them above the poverty line, it would make our yearly grocery bills increase by... $10.