The signs have been distributed all across the convention floor: “Peace” they say, hundreds of them, as if this was still 1968 and Eugene McCarthy still had a chance. And upstairs, in the convention kitsch shop, they are selling tie-dye “John McCain 2008” buttons. A little bit of conservative irony, and a whole lot of tactical messaging. Republicans are about to announce to the nation that they are the party of peace.
and the strange thing of all? people will buy it.
is this multimedia page over at nytimes.com creepily worshipful?
brought to you by the normally coherent clusterflock with the i-crap-you-not invocation “it brought me to tears”
cheese you can grill.
let than sink in for a moment.
cheese you can grill. like, you know, on the grill.
Halloumi. get it, grill it, eat it. like today.
just sayin’
oh, and it squeaks. can cheese be cute?
how much do i love this old chinese propaganda poster? some.
it’s not a horse, it’s a bicycle.
put one leg over the top tube and then put your feet on the pedals.
as you were.
our trip to portland was great and our hosts were very helpful. here’s sinister haley giving me directions.
herbal ID fail - portland, or
as i was getting my hairs cut this evening i looked out the window and couldn’t see my bike. amber (nice girl who cuts my hair) assured me it was there and asked if i would chase someone down. without even thinking i replied “i’d kill a motherfucker.”
i hope i wouldn’t go that far but i was surprised at the anger that instantly welled up when she asked. anyway, ummm.. keep your mits off my bikes.
self portait, for some reason i look ethnic. i’m not.