After a journey of 4.9 billion miles the Cassini Orbiter has disappeared into the object of its obsession, the planet Saturn. The story of how the first launch got scrubbed begins with a thunderstorm shaking a tin shack on a Sioux reservation in early October 1997.
I had come to the High Desert Carnival Realm with a magical agenda: to
ritualize the experience by associating the Incendiary Person with
aspects of myself that I wanted to transform, aspects I linked to
Thanatos, the death drive, so that the burning would parallel my intention to transcend.
Fumbling for her ID, Leoni spilled the contents of her purse all over the passenger seat and burst into tears to create a distraction when she saw, under the unforgiving glare of the street lights, not only her driving license, credit cards, money, tampons, condoms and lipstick but also a dozen bulging wraps of cocaine. — From the novel, Entangled
In March and April, the air is heady with religious themes. The resurrection is re-enacted in the budding trees and sprouting flowers miraculously coming to life where once lay a blanket of snow. We get multiple Jesuses in the ER this time of year.
The nation's largest youth organization to address climate change just held Power Shift, a conference that attracted 6,000 students, while gearing up to take on Washington and the UN.
The first time I sat in this court, I was moved almost to tears to see the imprisoned defendants shackled to the bench. Seeing the Day Labor shape-up outside the Home Depot for the first time when I moved to LA, I remember I wept. Later, I hired them. Most often they stole, or were too strung out to do a good job, and then, like everyone else, I complained. Still: these people are suspects, they have yet to plead guilty to any crime, and the only reason they're shackled together in their sadistically comic black and white Keystone Cops pants and tunics stamped "Sheriff Joe's Inmate," wearing hot-pink plastic cuffs is, they couldn't raise bail…