Stunned!

This guy basically said he gave a memo to Dubya that described how the
prisoners were not covered by existing laws or conventions. When asked if W
gave any orders regarding the interrogation of enemy combatants, Asscroft
refused to answer.



Here's the memo. Someone dug it up.

<http://www.npr.org/documents/2004/dodmemo030306.pdf>
http://www.npr.org/documents/2004/dodmemo030306.pdf

leftie: Repigs grasp at straws to give credit where none is duly deserved.
rightie: Left is Lame!!

leftie: Bush lied people died!
rightie: err but Clinton got a BJ from Monica !

..Rain or shine, he stands still right outside of the glassy body of Metreon. Yerba Buena garden would not be the same without our Trembling Man. He represents the humor associated with earthquakes. To me he looks like a tired old man with a 19th century sense of vanity and a healthy sense of humor... (Photo by; Gazi Mahmud ©. (copyright 2004~ perpetuity)


Trembling Man -1 (© GM 2004)


Trembling Man -2 (© GM 2004)


Trembling Man -3 (© GM 2004)


Trembling Man -4 (© GM 2004)


Hands (© GM 2004)

Bay to Breakers race was a blast! It took me 57 minutes to reach the finish line. I wasn't too impressed with my performance. Next year I will be older and better! Mayor Newsom was running alongside. There were plenty of eye candies around but this year I didn't have time to stop and appreciate. I was focused on running, never looked back until I crossed golden gate park and got on the great highway.
Bay to Breakers jogged my memory once again and I know why I love San Francisco.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

the rubaiyat - omar khayyam - 11th century

The blonde spy who seduced a nuclear whistleblower in London and lured him to Rome, where he was drugged, kidnapped and shipped to Israel, is still haunted by the fear of exposure.

Mordechai Vanunu was released from jail yesterday, 18 years after he was lured to his capture by "Cindy", the mysterious agent for Mossad, the Israeli intelligence agency.

The femme fatale who posed as a 26-year-old American student to entrap Vanunu has changed addresses numerous times as the media tracked her down. Now Cheryl Bentov, who uses her maiden name Hanin, is a slightly podgy 44-year-old mother living a quiet life with her husband in Orlando, Florida.

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Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.

--Shakespeare

It's too hot even for me. 8th floor of the Phelan building feels like a baking oven busy at work. Right now the temperature in 85°F in the financial district. It must be nice and cool out at the ocean beach.

"The friend in my adversity I shall always cherish most. I can better trust
those who helped to relieve the gloom of my dark hours than those who are so
ready to enjoy with me the sunshine of my prosperity."

--Ullyses S. Grant

Current Mood: cranky

“There are times in life when the question of knowing if one can think differently than one thinks and perceive differently than one sees is absolutely necessary if one is to go on looking and reflecting at all.
“People will say, perhaps, that these games with oneself need only goon behind the scenes; that they are, at best, part of those labors of preparation that efface themselves when they have had their effect. But what, then, is philosophy today – philosophical activity, I mean – if not the critical labor of thought upon itself? And if it does not consist, in place of legitimizing what one already knows, in undertaking to know how, and up to what limit it would be possible to think differently?”
-Michel Foucault, The Uses of Pleasure
(read by Gilles Deluze at Foucault’s funeral, chosen for the occasion by Daniel Defert, Foucault’s lover and friend)

Current Mood: artistic

Sound of their mechanical voice resonates with the rhythmic noise of my vintage typewriter. Earth to them is as flat as a sheet of paper. Profit driven subliminal instincts doodles our future.

Metal spine of the box spring mattress clutches onto my skin.