Sep 28, 2009
Aug 12, 2009
There's a reason for things
I just read an article entitled, "In New Film, Urban Chickens Come Home to Roost." I may be blowing things way out of proportion here, but doesn't it seem to you like we stopped farming in cities for a reason?
I have no real issue with using abandoned urban areas for growing vegetables. That seems like advanced gardening to me. But animal husbandry is a *groan* horse of a different color. Animals, when properly tended to, may not be much of an issue. But the scope of disaster for people who do it wrong, yeesh! Can you imagine all the exciting disease outbreaks that could await us?
I know that people who handle this responsibly wouldn't have as much trouble with this sort of thing (for all those respectable urban farmers reading my blog), but laws are made for abuse, and this seems like an area that would be very dangerous. These are my thoughts on urban farming. Aren't you glad you know now?
Aug 10, 2009
Jul 8, 2009
Sometimes I get bored...
Jen sent this to me, and I thought it was fun. It's a quiz where all of your answers have to start with the first letter of your last name. Here's mine. Not thrilling blog content, but get over it.
- What is your last name? Stone
- A 4 Letter Word: Stop
- A Boys Name: Sven
- A Girls Name: Sara
- An Occupation:Seamstress
- A Color: Silver
- Something you wear: Shoes
- A Beverage: Shasta
- A Food: Salami
- Something found in the bathroom: Sink
- A place: Shangri-La
- A Reason for being late: Sleep
- Something you shout: Stop or I'll shoot!
- A movie: Sleeper
- An animal: Sphinx
Jun 26, 2009
Bad Luck Comes in Threes
Yesterday, when it was officially announced that Farrah Fawcett died, one of my co-workers said, "I wonder who's next?" It's a bit of a newsroom legend/old wives' tale that bad new, particularly deaths, travel in threes. Who would have guessed that MJ would be next?
I have to say, I liked Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett. They will both always be a part of the pop culture that surrounded me as an American, but MJ was bigger than both of them for me. MJ was a quintessential part of being a child in the 80s. I heard on the news last night that his first TV appearance was in 1969. That's 40 years of public life, and his public life was a part of my private one.
For me, MJ stopped being of interest to me in the mid-90s. After that, things got a little too weird for me and most people my age. While I'm certainly sad to see that he'll never make a big comeback or transition back into the realm of normalcy, I have to say that his death won't likely affect me much more than the initial shock. MJ is already a part of my past, and I was never a part of his life. It was a one-way street that I've stopped traveling.
But that doesn't mean I won't sing along. Don't ever think that.
(I was going to put in the video for Billie Jean here, my all-time favorite, but I can't embed it. You should check it out anyway because it is SO good.)
