Boycott NBC nightly news until 01/28/2013

Boycott NBC nightly news until 01/28/2013.

The NBC nightly news is often my choice for TV news at 6pm here in Los Angeles, but I object strongly to something I just saw and this is my response.

What I saw -- heard, actually -- was reporter Whit ______ introducing the fiscal cliff story with this phrase : "...the financial future of all Americans hangs in the balance."

I think this is hyperbole and over dramatization and I do not want to support this.

I for a long time have advocated this action, and this is my current version.

I encourage anyone to do as I am doing here and stop shaking their heads and take a little action. Should this become a popular way to interact with the stations, I believe we can get more news that we want and less bullshit to scare us and fill us with political stories of doom and images of fires, car-crashes, and shootings.

Much more later.

Douglas Douglas out

Life of Pi, Yann Martel. When you look up,

When you look up, you sometimes wonder if at the center of a solar storm, if in the middle of the Sea of Tranquility, there isn't another one like you also looking up, also trapped by geometry, also struggling with fear, rage, madness, hopelessness, apathy.

When God Was a Woman

Tales with a Point of View

Though we live amid high-rise steel buildings, formica countertops and electronic television screens, there is something in all of us, women and men alike, that makes us feel deeply connected with the past. Perhaps the sudden dampness of a beach cave or the lines of sunlight piercing through the intricate lace patterns of the leaves in a darkened grove of tall trees will awaken us from the hidden recesses of our minds the distant echoes of a remote and ancient time, taking us back to the early stirrings of human life on the planet. For people raised and programmed on the patriarchal religions of today, religions that affect us in even the most secular aspects of our society, perhaps there remains a lingering, almost innate memory of sacred shrines and temples tended by priestesses who served in the religion of the original supreme deity. In the beginning, people prayed to the Creatress of Life, the Mistress of Heaven. At the very dawn of religion, God was a woman. Do you remember?

"When God Was a Woman," Stone, Merlin. Harcourt Brace, NY, NY, 1976.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_God_Was_a_Woman

Change your life! Uncle Ruthie, change your underwear!

Right now (Saturday morning, greater Los Angeles greatness area, 8am PST, August 11, 2012) Ruthie is on the air for an hour, telling stories and singing songs with friends while she begs for your support.

Listen over the air on 90.7 FM KPFK, or on your computer on KPFK.org.

Just do it!

Douglas Douglas out




Change your life! Uncle Ruthie, change your underwear!

Next Last of Shiela

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=7KB9GodejAE

The Last of Shiela is a fantastically fun and engaging mystery film starring James Coburn, Raquel Welch, and James Mason. An ensemble cast surrounds them. It is shot almost exclusively on location in West Asia and, well, you can't get much better. Small stunt budget, but I think they were hoping for a stage production.

So you know what happens, right?

Of course.

Thirty years go by and the studios won't push new ideas, so it's time for PREQUEL!

No?

Okay, SEQUEL!

Oh, shit. Remake? Okay, hands up for victims for the writing team. We've got till Monday for a treatment, and seven weeks for a completed first draft. Scale plus .01% of the net net plus food.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=7KB9GodejAE

My Own Private Space Race

Space X capsule is splashing down as we post into the warm ocean off of Western Mexico. Woo Hoo! Too bad we couldn't pay for NASA anymore, but great that we can produce private firms to take up the slack.

Next launch by the Virgin guy, or the Amazon guy, or some other backyard engineer privateer later this summer.

Much more later. DD out

Journal 20120425

I add eggs to my oatmeal breakfast and feel not a twang of pain. I patrol the grounds in my hack-trimmed wife beater and cartoon pajama pants, heavy chain wrapped around my shoulders like gangster jewelry. The birds scream profanity at me and I whistle back to call them the motherfucking nest-robbers that they are. Ow! Shit! I really shouldn't walk around here barefoot. I think that is a nail from 1912 sticking stubby from my foot. Do I crazy glue it in? Or out? WTF is Richard texting me? "Oh, yeah, everything is great, sir!" Nothing to see here. 

I wonder if I can work the hedge trimmers with one foot and one hand. Can't wait to see how this works out. The mockingbird takes a small crap on me to voice his approval.

Life in the Big Valley!

Pax ethnica optimism

Pax ethnica optimism

First time scanning just brought me across the wavelength of Dylan Ratigan on MSNBC. consecutive upbeat and inspiring segments today were Pax Ethnica which emphasized areas on earth (including Queens, NY) where ethnic differences among occupants are included and embraced. This was followed by Daily Rant contributor Krystal Clear who went on a soliloquy of cautious optimism that sent me right to her FB page for a pat on the back and then here to you.

DD out
3/21/2012

The Cuckoo Clock

THE CUCKOO CLOCK  

The other night I was invited out for a night with the girls. I told
my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!"

  Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily.
  Around 3 am, a bit loaded, I headed for home.

  Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up
  and cuckooed 3 times.

  Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed
  another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such
  a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with
  him.

  (Even when totally smashed... I knew that 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos
  totals = 12 cuckoos or MIDNIGHT!).

  The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him,
  "Midnight, honey. Just like I promised."

  He didn't seem pissed off in the least.

  Smugly, I told myself that I had gotten away with that one!

  Then he said "We need a new cuckoo clock."

  When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed
  three times, then it said: 'Oh, shit!', then it cuckooed 4 more times,
  cleared it's throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed
  twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."

India no longer polio endemic

According to Rotary International, India is no longer suffering in a polio endemic. Now we -- or, they -- just have to keep up with the vaccinations. Are you feeling me, Jenny McCarthy?



http://www.rotary.org/en/MediaAndNews/News/Pages/120227_news_indiapolio.aspx?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+rotary%2FPBqj+%28Rotary+International%29&utm_content=Google+Feedfetcher


Up until 2009, India accounted for 50% of the world's polio cases. With strong action from Rotary International and other sources the flow has been stemmed and the last case reported was in January of 2011. 


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