
Warning - this is a book with Daddy issues.
(L-R: Jane, Henry Fonda, Peter Fonda)





oil slick moving toward New Orleans today
It's funny because I was thinking about oil spills and animals the other day at the grocery store. Dawn has animals on their basic dish soap with a note that says every $1 from each bottle sale goes toward helping Dawn's Animal Rescue Fund. HOWEVER, you have to go online to activate your donation by entering in your bottle code. What the heck? I want to think they're good and will help, but then I remember they are owned by Procter & Gamble.
duck from Exxon Valdez spill
just like most LL Cool J songs I love because of the way he says something (almost all of "I'm That Type of Guy" being another great example). This is the kind of song where you uncover something new with each listen--just this morning, I figured out what LL means by "touch it why don't ya/touch it why don't ya"...but I'll let you discover these things for yourself.



It is ironic that many of the qualities that make a city a popular new area for growth get bulldozed to support that growth. It occurs because of a major disconnect between developers and the street level of culture. Rarely a developer like Empire bridges the gap. It is the cultural elements that help make the headlines, attracting both good growth as well as soulless capitalists. I always wondered what is the fundamental difference between the Glenwood South scene, Jackpot, and Fayetteville St. scenes. Some casual interviews revealed that the Glenwood South crowd is dominated by very recent relocees, often northerners, whereas the other spots are mostly North Carolinians. The out of towners move here because of the headlines, but aren’t properly sensitized to understand the culture once they arrive. They have no sentimentality about a place like Jackpot, and will pay to move in to some new condo without a wince. It is a sad but inevitable process.