sarah’s journal

“The hidden ‘ism’”
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/02/29/EDENVAGCM.DTL

It goes beyond the criticism leveled at Hillary when her talk turns tough and passionate. That’s the cue to decry her “shrillness,” a polite wink-wink way of saying she is a shrew and a bitch. If she gets a watery eye, it’s either phony or a sign of weakness, not just being human. She is amazingly controlled as a top executive should be, but that’s “coldness.” When her desire to win is the topic, she is sneeringly called “ambitious” as if a would-be president could be anything but.

(And no one here is voting for Clinton “just because” she’s a woman.)

Compassionate Dominion and Factory Farms

I had no idea my favorite writer is also a vegetarian until I read this today — really really. What’s stranger is that I went veg about the same time. I’m curious to read further updates:

http://gregboyd.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-im-vegetarian.html

I wasn’t even there.

It’s all the rage these days:

Huckabee on Amending the Constitution

“I sometimes feel that some Christians approach dialog with people who aren’t Christians like an English speaker who goes to Europe and expects to continue using English, even though that’s not the native language of the people they’re with.”
– Helen, “Conversation At The Edge”

“Of all the functions that dogs are required to perform, perhaps the most controversial, and often the most disastrous for dogs and humans alike, is the task of protecting man from his fellow man.”
– Karen Delise, “The Pit Bull Placebo”

“You’ll have a more positive environmental impact if you drive a Hummer, shun recycling, buy all your stuff from the opposite side of the planet, and eat vegetarian a few days per week vs. eating a (Standard American Diet) while going completely green in all other areas. I know it’s hard to make the connection between that bite of chicken and the destruction of rainforest, but it is what it is. The chicken isn’t too happy about it either.”
– Blogger Steve Pavlina

BHS senior day, 1996. (We’re standing on top of a car. Yes, those are costumes… for the most part.)

Tonight.

How lucky am I that the coolest people I know are also my friends? That goes for all you dear readers, of course, but growing up together does leave an indelible mark on a friendship.

argh.