Happy Mortal

What I hate to admit is that Rove is right for all the wrong reasons.

As much as we want to make it black and white (no pun intended), it's simply not that simple.

The architecture of experience is less a question of attributes: can you play a Beethoven sonata on a toy piano? And more a question of resonant space.

In reality, what is truly unfair is our judgment of performance enhancing drugs. These atheletes are giving us exactly what we've been asking for: bigger, better, faster, more. And when we find out how hard they've tried to deliver what we've asked for? We call them cheaters.

Which begs the question, is the new art retrospective rather than prophetic?

My name is Laurda, and I'm pregnant.

However, I do know one thing: we let the last eight years happen. We stood back and let the Neocons take away our freedoms, take us to war, and take up the weapon of torture.

When my interest intersects your interest--whether we agree or disagree--we are faced with the specter of socialism.

That's when it started to sink in. Barack Obama is president elect of the United States of America. The words started to carry new connotations. President is no longer a word to be ashamed of. The United States of America no longer has to be a farce.

What do dragons and the frozen credit market have in common? A lot. Maybe. Just tag along with the analogy for the moment, I think it ends up revealing interesting qualities of capitalism and the standing reserve.