I was supposed to work out this afternoon, but on the way to the gym I stopped to get a latte and then decided to go and sit at Justin Herman Plaza to sit in the sun and enjoy my coffee. This was a mistake.

That 70's band Kansas was playing, and I think I was in the middel of some kind of Harley Rider biker club convention because there were a ton of people walking around with leather chaps and Harley Riders owners jacket.

So instead of heading to the gym, I stayed and watched Kansas play for an hour. I don't even know most of this music, and the sound was pretty bad for a free concert. But I was rewarded for my hour when Kansas played their radio hits, the ones they always play on the old fart rock and roll radio.

And yes, it was worth missing my workout to hear a live version of "Dust in the Wind" and "Carry on my warward son." I love free concerts at Justin Herman Plaza. I saw the band "Radiohead" for free there when there just starting out that way, and look how far they've come.

By the way, Radiohead was great in concert, with a darn good skinny little red haired singer and a great guitarist. Who knew they'd be so popular? When I saw them they did their big hit at the time "Creep".

It was so funny to see the biker people rocking out to Kansas. I had to call my friend K, my rockstar drummer friend, because he said he toured with Kansas 20 years ago in Europe. K just laughed and said Kansas was so old, they have to play at Conocti Harbor, which is some club in Northern California where all the old rock and roll bands go to play and die. And then K had to launch into one his doggie rockstar tales of groupie shagging. Whatever!

I am dying to check out Conocti Harbor, but none of my friends want go. It's such a bummer! I want to see aging rockstars still going at it. Those guys can still play, who cares if they look like beer bellied old decrepit grandfatherly types.

It was a short work week so it passed very quickly. I received my first Netflix cds on Friday. That was quick wasn't it?

On Thursday I went to "The Good Body" by Eve Ensler, who wrote "The Vagina Monologues". It was an hour and a half one woman show on her "fat stomach". Ensler was very entertaining, and her ability to do different characters and voices was amazing.

She has a bit about fat women in India at the gym. The word hindi word for fat is 'Jaadi'. I love this word. I am a "jaadi chickie!". And yes by the way, if you're too thin and have no hips you'll never be able to wear a sari right. The sari's six yards of fabric needs a butt to sit on to hang right. Ensler does a darn good woman from India accent. She also does a great puerto rican woman accent as well.

I'm not a big fan of Ensler. I saw "The Vagina Monologues" and while very good, I thought there were parts of it that would prevent me from recommending the play to anyone. I felt the same way about "The Good Body". Parts of it are very funny, and Ensler's ability to play different characters is nothing short of brilliant, but you walk away thinking "did I learn anything or was it just a bit of entertainment?"

So I joined Netflix and ended up putting 55 movies in my rental queue. I've got all the Zatoichi the Blind Samurai movies lined up, although there are seven more movies in the series. Then I picked a bunch from my film history class that I wanted to see.

I was looking for this french spy movie called "The Tall Blonde Man with One Black Shoe", but they didn't have it. It's a very, very funny movie. They didn't have any early Bernardo Bertolucci films either. I'm going to have to do some digging to find that one Bertolucci early Bertolucci film that I still remember. I have no idea what the name of it is, and I shall probably have the watch all of Bertolucci's earlier films to figure it out.

I'd also love to see "Ran" by Akira Kurosawa again. It's been years since I've seen that movie. Then I put silly movies in there like "Tank Girl", which I've always wanted to see but never did. And of course, all the of the Keanu Reeves movies that I haven't watched on on my list.

I saw the french movie "Diva' in the french film section. A friend from college said there's a character in that movie that reminds him of me.

I can't believe how many foreign movies I've seen. During college I don't think I ever watched a movie that wasn't subtitled, and when I left college it was weird to watch movies where everyone spoke english.

I never checked to see if Netflix had this movie that I watched on TV as a child, "What's so bad about feeling good?" It's a very thought provoking movie and the story line is something I still remember.

I remember watching "Of Human Bondage" with my grandma as a child. She loved that movie, and I was too young to really undertand the story. It might be interesting to watch that movie as an adult, or at least read the book.

I've gained weight. Not all of the weight I lost last year, but a good 15 pounds of it. My skirts are tight and my shirts are snug. The jeans that used to be huge on me, not fit again. It's so depressing.

Last week I decided I needed to start exercising again, so I went to the gym three times and ran. I ran for two miles during my first visit to the gym, and then did two miles on the eliptical machine. Then the next time I went to the gym I decided to just walk two miles and do another two miles on the eliptical machine, because my knees were starting to hurt. Then during my third visit I ran again for two miles, and then did two miles on the eliptical machine.

On Saturday afternoon, I started getting the sniffles. I was thinking I had worn my body out and I was paying for it by coming down with a cold. I vitamined myself out Saturday night, and woke up on Sunday feeling better and able to go the baseball game without having to take cold medicine. On Monday, I stayed at home and lounged around in my jammies and watched TV all day.

I woke up this morning feeling like I never had a cold. So I went back to the gym and ran two miles and then did another two miles on the eliptical trainer. I'm like clocking four miles a day, which is a lot for me.

My weight hasn't changed, but on Friday I wore my Tommy Hilfiger size 8 jeans and they were loose. My size 8 Ralph Laurens are still snug, but not uncomfortably so. Maybe the running is taking the weight off my hips and legs at least. Now if I can just unstress myself and stop the chocolate binge eating I've been going through.

I only crave chocolate when I'm stressed out, and I have no idea what I'm so stressed out about. Chocolate calories go straight to my waist. Maybe I have that cortisol problem that they keep talking about on infomercial tv.

I have problems digesting food so I'm going to try some herbal formulas to improve my digestion. Supposedly I have a hard time absorbing nutrients from my food, so no matter how much I eat my body thinks I'm starving it to death. I have to test whether this diagnosis is true, because something has to explain my chocolate binging.

Chocolate is like a drug to me. No matter how much I eat of it, I can never get enough. I jsut love the taste of it, and if I had my way, I wish I could it constantly and not gain weight or have bad skin because of it.

Yes, I'm very happy that John Kerry picked John Edwards to run. I really liked the guy, but I feel so sorry for Dick Gephardt. I think he would have made a great VP, and he's been in public service for so long. Can you imagine how Dick Gephardt must feel, to have been passed over for the VP spot by some guy who is so young and hasn't even been a senator for that long?

I can so relate, because I'm reminded of the time this guy I really liked decided my just out of high school roommate was infinitely more pleasing to him than I was. The chick was cute but so ditzy. The whole thing riled me a little and I felt so passed over and old. So Dick Gephardt I so feel for you guy!

So the really cute guy at work that I had a major crush on called me today and asked when we were going to work on our project together. This is the second time he's mentioned it.

Back in May, I saw him in the elevator and he said he was going on vacation in June and that he wouldn't be able to work on the project. I told him it was fine because the project was delayed.

Now I get a call from him today and I want to tell my boss that I really want to work on the project with the cutie from the 21st floor, but of course I can't say that. I'll mention it, and my boss will say the same thing; that the project is delayed till later in the fall.

I am so bummed. Maybe this guy likes me? Why would he mention to me twice in three months that he wants to work on the project? I mean, who the hell wants extra work? And he's not even in my department. If he likes me why doesn't he just say so and like ask me out for coffee or something. He is just such a hottie!

I did kind of forget about the guy for awhile, only because I saw a cuter guy in the US Airways line in Charlotte. And then for whatever stupid dumb dumb reason, I'm fantasizing about screenwriting marina hottie boy again. God only knows why because he was so immature and spacey, and dated like three girls at one time and no way would I ever want to be one of Chris' angels or the harem. I still have visions of him and that blonde bimbo with the plastique rack, the cow udder woman. I could never date a guy who had that kind of bad taste in women, that's like so rude!

Why can't I meet a cute guy at church? We could go to church together and not have to deal with the different religion thing, and I'd feel good because he'd be a JC guy. Such a simple thing thing to do one would think, but not for me, never for me.

I woke up on the Fourth of July out of the weirdest dream. I was with some guy, I think he was a boyfriend or a husband, some guy, whose face I couldn't see. We were going to a baseball park, and it was Fenway Park. Fenway Park? I don't even know where Fenway Park is and had to ask a friend of mine. I thought it was in Chicago, but my friend corrected me and said Fenway Park was in Boston, and that Chicago's baseball park is called Wrigley Field. And I'm like whatever. The point is I'm dreaming about going to a baseball park that I know nothing about.

So in the dream, we get to the park and I find out that I left the tickets back in San Francisco. The scene fades and I'm back in my apartment and staring at the tickets to Fenway Park that are stuck to the fridge, because that's where I stick all my tickets. And then I wake up.

What a weird dream! But maybe not so weird as it turns out. I had tickets to go with a friend of mine to SBC Park to see the Giants play the A's. She'd never been to new baseball park, so I thought it might be fun for us to go. Plus, it was around her birthday so it was like part of her birthday present.

I tell my friend the dream and she says that SBC park was modelled after Fenway Park. And then she tells me that she has some kind of karma with baseball parks. She grew up in the Bronx near Yankee Stadium, so her whole childhood was spent dealing with the effects of people going to the game. And now currently her office is two blocks from SBC park, so now she has to deal with the effects of people going to baseball games and having it affect her commute home.

And the game we went to was a good game. The Giants lost, and that wasn't fun but so many weird things happened. Mark Mulder beaned Barry Bonds. How often do you seen Barry Bonds getting beaned by a pitcher? Then Mulder beaned another guy. Then the Giants brought in a new pitcher who beaned Mulder while he was up at bat, and who was then thrown out by the umpire. Then another pitcher and the manager got ejected from the game. So much drama.

My friend was hoping to see a Giants player hit a home run, and JT Snow who was pinch hitting, made her wish come true. Barry Bonds was walked by Mulder and earned the title of having the most walks in baseball.

Not a bad game for someone's first game at SBC park. Then we decided to go home because the fog was rolling in, and we were predicting that the fireworks were going to be all fogged out and sure enough they were. The fog spoils almost all the July 4th fireworks displays in San Francisco. I watched the sadly fogged out fireworks spectacle on TV. I would have been really bummed to have stood there in the freezing foggy cold to see what I saw on TV.

So I finally joined the rest of the world and bought a new tv, dvd and new vcr. I don't have an s video input, and probably should have bought a tv with it, but oh well. Now I can join Netflix, watch DVDs instead of videos, and feel like a normal person.

Actually I'm just happy the TV I bought fits on my TV stand. I probably could have one up in size, and had the tv be a little too big for the stand I have, but as it is it all fits.

What do with the old tv though? Right now it's in my bedroom, which is something I didn't want to do but it will probably stay there until I take it to a charity drop off.

Having new toys, while quite expensive, is fun!

Here's an interesting little video on Michael Moore that I found at fbombcompany.com; FINDING FAHRENHEIT 9/11: SEE THE 3-MINUTE DOCUMENTARY THAT MICHAEL MOORE DOES NOT WANT YOU TO SEE,

More news that mainstream media should be focusing on but doesn't.

EFF Publishes Patent Hit List.

"The Electronic Frontier Foundation is spoiling for a fight, and on Wednesday it named the top 10 patents it wants killed, or at least redefined.

The EFF said all 10 patents are in some way illegitimate and are being used to limit free expression."

# 5 could mean the end of blogging and bloggies as we know it.

This is scary. They're already thinking about the ramifications of a terrorist attack on the US right before the elections.

Voting Official Seeks Terrorism Guidelines.

I guess I must be taking the 2004 presidential election very seriously because I gave money to John Kerry and DNC. Every little bit helps they say, and elections are one vote at a time.

I hope it does some good, but I'm not very hopeful about it. I listen to way too much conspiracy radio, and I'm believer that it's not a matter of if but when will the terrorists next attack our country.

And mark my words, the next terrorist attack on the US will guarantee the reelection of the president. This isn't Spain folks. Look what happened after 9/11. This country was founded on its fighting spirit, and an attack is just going to further fan that fire.

The best line I heard at the conspiracy convention I attended a few weeks ago, where I heard 9/11 conspiracy theories galore, was that "given time, all conspiracy theories prove themselves to be true."

And since I was at a double feature, I watched Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter ... and Spring. A korean movie which was more like a meditation on Buddhism; very beautiful and visually stunning.

Again, from The Balboa Theatre Newsletter:

The exquisitely beautiful and very human drama SPRING, SUMMER, FALL, WINTER ... AND SPRING, starring director KIM Ki-duk, is entirely set on and around a tree-lined lake where a tiny Buddhist monastery floats on a raft amidst a breath-taking landscape. The film is divided into five segments with each season representing a stage in a man's life. Under the vigilant eyes of Old Monk (wonderful veteran theatre actor OH Young-soo), Child Monk learns a hard lesson about the nature of sorrow when some of his childish games turn cruel. In the intensity and lushness of summer, the monk, now a young man, experiences the power of lust, a desire that will ultimately lead him, as an adult, to dark deeds. With winter, strikingly set on the ice and
snow-covered lake, the man atones for his past actions, and spring starts the cycle anew. With an extraordinary attention to visual details, such as using a different animal (dog, rooster, cat, snake) as a motif for each section, writer/director/editor KIM Ki-duk has crafted a totally original yet universal story about the human spirit, moving from Innocence, through Love and Evil, to Enlightenment and finally Rebirth.

It helps if you know something about Buddhism and its concepts, but even if you don't you'll still get what this movie is about.

It's a slow moving movie but very, very worth the effort to watch it. I enjoyed this movie a ton, and was struck by how profound buddhism as a story can be told.

Then on Sunday, lest some of you think I only watch Hollywood crappy movies, I saw two asian films that were very good.

First, I saw The Twilight Samurai.

From The Balboa Theatre Newletter:

Hiroyuki Sanada, who played Ujio in Edward Zwick's Hollywood epic THE LAST SAMURAI, stars in a different kind of samurai film in Yoji Yamada's poignant drama THE TWILIGHT SAMURAI. Sanada plays the title character (Seibei Iguchi), who gets his nickname because he is a lowly worker who chooses to go home to his family every night at twilight instead of going out with his fellow employees or women. Seibei's wife has recently died, so he is raising his two daughters alone, as well as caring for his aging mother. His well-connected uncle believes he should agree to an arranged marriage so he can be more manly, but Seibei is dedicated to living the life he's chosen. But when his married childhood friend, Tomoe (Rie Miyazawa), wants a divorce from her abusive husband (Ren Osugi), Seibei defends her honor and defeats the sword-wielding man with a piece of wood. When Seibei's clan learns of his victory, the leaders command him to kill Zenmon Yogo (Min Tanaka), something that goes against everything he believes in. Based on the stories of Shuuehei Fujisawa and set during the Meiji Restoration of 19th-century Japan, THE TWILIGHT SAMURAI, which was nominated for a 2004 Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film, is a special kind of movie, loaded with heart and humanity, a very different samurai film that breaks movingly from the traditions of the genre.

Note: THE TWILIGHT SAMURAI swept the 2003 Japanese Academy Awards, winning 12 categories, including best picture, director, screenplay, actor, actress, supporting actor and cinematography.

Twilight Samurai was a good movie, and it even had a couple of very good sword fighting scenes. It reminded me of the early "Zatoichi The Blind Swordsman" movies. It must be a tradition in Japan to have a story about the reluctant samurai, who is all heart, doesn't really want to kill, is scruffy and dirty but always gets the hottest young japanese babe in the village, but who will kill the best swordsman around literally with his eyes closed without much effort.

This is such a different storyline and much more of a romantic view of the samurai warrior, then say, the probably more realistic picture of the samurai in Akira Kurosawa's The Seven Samurai.

Here's the defintion of a samurai from a googled website I found:

The samurai (or bushi) were the members of the military class, the Japanese warriors. Samurai employed a range of weapons such as bows and arrows, spears and guns; but their most famous weapon and their symbol was the sword.

Samurai were supposed to lead their lives according to the ethic code of bushido ("the way of the warrior"). Strongly Confucian in nature, Bushido stressed concepts such as loyalty to one's master, self discipline and respectful, ethical behavior.

Samurai are like hired killers, you know, assasins, mafia hit guys, someone who kills for a living.

This is a worthwhile flick if you're into the whole samurai warrior thing, and while the violence level was a little too low for my tastes, there are still two decent fight scenes and one okay sword through the body scene.

And if you're not into the samurai blood and gore fight scene thing the way I am, this is a grod movie with a great story about a man just trying to get on with life, and all the stuff that gets in the way sometimes.

This is like a jidai-geki film subject combined with a gendai-geki story line, or something like that.

And then being the movie whore that I am, after the geisha I went to see The Chronicles of Riddick.

You know, it wasn't that bad. Judi Dench was an elemental, which I thought was really cool. I'd always wondered about elementals, and what they were about. And the scifi story line was kind of interesting as well, and I wished they'd gotten more into that. Supposedly there's a prequel to this movie which now I'm dying to see called "Pitch Black".

This is one movie where getting or renting the DVD would probably be worthwhile just because the DVD might explain the scifi stuff.

And yes, there is something about that Vin Diesel guy that is rather riveting to watch. Not quite sure why, although I'm thinking I might have been brainwashed by subliminal messages that flashed during "Triple X" because all I wanted to do during that movie was dive into the screen and get my freak on with the Vin-ness himself.

This is such a spooky, spooky thought because honestly Mr. Diesel is really not that physicaly attractive, from an aesthetic point of view. He's more like totally animal magnetism attractive, but not physically beautiful attractive.

But hey, all those sublimal messages must have worked because I plunked down $8 to see that man again and found him maddeningly attractive even though he didn't have the gorgeous tats he had in "Triple X". He had the best tats!

Then on Saturday I went to the Asian Art Museum and took a look at the Geisha exhibit. There were beautiful paintings, woodblock prints, and stunning embroidered kimonos.

When I was in highschool I thought it might be fun to be a geisha, you know, doing the whole subservient, master lave thing. But who knew you had to wear that awful kabuki painted white face makeup and sing those traditional classic japanese songs. YIKES! I just liked their kimonos, their getas and all those sticks in their hairs.

And no, Madame Butterfly is so not my favourite opera. How maudlin is it to commit harakiri for some guy?

I've been on a movie binge lately. I was off movies for awhile as I started getting depressed during movies for no reasons. This happened when I was looking for a new job.

I felt for sure there were hostile forces, rakshasas for the hindu minded, hanging out in the movie theatres waiting to enter my consciousness and make me even more depressed. But now that I'm three months into my job, I'm much stronger and less vulnerable to attack and I can watch movies in theatres again. I stopped renting movies too around that time, just because they seemed to be such a distraction to my life.

So on Friday, I rented and watched the movie Enigma. It really wasn't the best movie, and I only rented because it starred Kate Winslett and Dougray Scott, the prince from "Ever After" and the villian from "Mission Impossible 2". Much to my surprise Tom Stoppard, a playwright whom I dearly love wrote the play, which is astonishing because this really wasn't a very good script.

I mean, it wasn't the worst movie I've seen in my life but I wouldn't even recommned it as a renter unless you're a Dougray Scott fan and you have to absolutely see everything he's in.

My savings plans is humming along. I opened up a money market account the other day. It pays more interest than a regular savings account, although the rates these days still suck!

I'm still trying to save 10% of my net income every month. It's hard as heck, but I like having lots of money in the bank. It's a good feeling.

It will be interesting to revisit Michael Moore's film on November 3, the day after the 2004 presidential election. On that day, we shall see whether his film has had an effect if any.

I'm a natural analyst. I make a living out of studying trends, numbers analyzing random bits of data to come up with a logical and reasonable conclusion. I have serious fears and reservations about what wil happen on November 3, and Moore's film does nothing to dispel any of my fears.

The San Francisco Bay Area is an anomaly, a glitch, not a window into how the rest of the country thinks. I don't kid myself about this fact, I don't blind myself into thinking that how we think and vote here is any indication of how the rest of the country will think and vote.

If you think Moore's film will make a dent in the voting habits of the red states on that famous 2000 presidential election map, then, well, you're deluding yourself at best and not seeing reality for how it really is.

I'm a registered democrat, have been since I was old enough to vote. I've never ever voted for a republican at the national level, although I think I voted for a couple of republicans once that I met in a local election because I was impressed when I met them in person.

That being said, here's another review of Michael Moore's new movie that I heartily agree with, Fahrenheit 9/11:"Controversy...What Controversy?".

A friend told my I am coming off like like a total republican because I'm publishing bad reviews of Michael Moore's movie. And I'm like whatever! I know my own voting record, and I'm never been one to jump on the bandwagon for anyone including political party politics.

I didn't vote for George W. Bush, I don't like him, and I certainly will not vote him in 2004 or vote for his brother Jeb when his time comes. That being said, I detest propaganda of any kind, republican or democrat.

Truth, if it's the real thing, doesn't need to be spun, doesn't need to propagandized, can stand on its own with other facts and still be considered truth. I hate when peopel don't tell you both sides of an issue. It makes me think they're hiding something, and what they're saying doesn't hold much water and is based on supposition and god knows what else.

Because if a person really thought that what they were saying was absolutely god's honest truth and they believed in it with all their heart, they would present both sides of the issue and let you the audience judge for themselves. Why not show the other side and let people judge for themselves? I don't respect anyone who won't shows all sides to an issue, and then try to convince of why they're right and convince you with cold hard facts, nubmers, things that don't lie. Not supposition, not speculation, not conjecture, but cold hard facts and numbers that stand up to scrutiny in the cold hard light of reality.

But whatever ... I have never been easily led, I like to do my own research, make up my own mind, listen to every side of an issue before I make up my mind about an issue. But I know I'm in the minority that way.

I got free tickets to see the new Metallic documentary, Metallica: Some Kind of Monster on Wednesday. I even dragged my friend Jon over at Hooray for Anything to the movie, and he's not a big Metallica fan at all.

Metallica so rules! Even in a documentary!!! They were so funny! The movie is a must see, especially if you want a good laugh and have been in therapy. Check out the The NY Times Magazize article on the movie, Band on the Couch.

The movie kind of reminded me of Quentin Tarantino's "Pulp Fiction" in a way, because all the characters in that movie were in therapy in some for or another as well. Since it's a documentary it's also kindof like of watching reality TV, but a reality TV show with one of biggest selling rock bands of the last 20 years.

Plus if you're a closet head banger chick (like me) or dude and love metal music that you can bop your head to, you'll love the movie.

If you aren't an art fan, I'll say it now so you'll know when you see the movie. Lars has great taste in modern art. He had a piece by Phillip Guston, an artist SFMOMA just had retrospective on last year. Guston is an amazing artist, a true pioneer of modern art. Every modern artist says they owe a debt to Guston, and Lars owned a Guston.

Kirk Hemmet is so great. He's like your total typical artsy fartsy guy, with this great valley boy accent. He was so darn cute! And Lars of course, was fantastic.

Being in a band is like being in a marriage it seems, only the marriage has more than two people. There were some pretty gnarly arguments going on in the movie, really serious emotional stuff that you normally never see in a documentary. The band really laid themselves bare and were seriously emotionally naked on camera. It's funny because they were so normal, and I laughed not at them but with them because I just so related.

My favourite scenes were the mission statement scene, the scene with the guy from Megadeath, this one scene where Lars and Kirk were grooving to the music and doing some serious head banging, Lars and his dad, and all the scenes with Kirk. I think Kirk stole the show. He was just so dead pan and artsy fartsy!

Why doesn't the media focus on news like this, FEMA: National Situation Update: Monday, June 21, 2004

US Western Drought Now Worst on Record
The U.S. Geological Survey (USGS) assesses the current drought gripping the western U.S. as the worst and most widespread in 500 years and that its effects in the Colorado River basin considerably worse than during the Dust Bowl years of the 1930s. According to USGS, the Colorado River has been in a drought for the entire decade, cutting an important source of water for millions of people across the West, including Southern California. The USGS report stated that the drought has produced the lowest flow in the Colorado River on record, with an adjusted annual average flow of only 5.4 million acre-feet during 2001-2003.

By comparison, during the Dust Bowl years between 1930 and 1937, the annual flow averaged about 10.2 million acre-feet. Although USGS was uncertain on the duration of the drought, most droughts seldom persist for longer than a decade and that would mean the current drought is only half over.

However, there are indications suggesting that this drought could persist for as long as 30 years. Drought is one of the most complicated and least understood of all natural hazards. Floods and hurricanes are by contrast, more easily visible. However, in comparison of the three hazards, droughts characteristics set it apart and have an equally high toll. Deaths in the US associated with drought are usually related to heat waves and heat stress. FEMA estimates that drought costs the US $6-8 billion dollars annually. Most cost is attributed to crop and other direct and indirect losses, as well as other variables. In contrast, the average cost of floods is $2.41 billion and hurricanes is $1.2-4.8 billion annually. (USGS, Media Sources)

What the media doesn't tell you about San Francisco Bay Area:

Rush Limbaugh is the second most listened to, sometimes the most listened to, morning radio program.

Sean Hannity is the most listened to afternoon radio program in his time slot.

The catholic churches in the city and county of San Francisco are one of the most conservative diocese out of all the nine San Francisca Bay Area counties.

As in the rest of the country, only 30-40% of the people in city and county San Francisco vote in the elections.

The 2003 mayoral race was decided by 14,000 votes, most of which were absentee ballot votes. I'm one of them 20,000 absentee voters. 2.1% of the total population of the city and county of San Francisco decided who would be next mayor.

As for the rest of the people who don't vote ... well, the statistics about the area's radio listening habits and the catholic churches make you wonder about them, doesn't it?

I've never seen a Michael Moore movie. Oh well.

From my totally favourite Brit intellectual, would love to have dinner with him every night, Mr. Christopher Hitchens, Unfairenheit 9/11, The lies of Michael Moore.

Since I'm an avid fan of conspiracy theory late night radio and have been listening to it since 1996, I've already heard every 9/11 conspiracy theory there is. I don't need Michael Moore to regurgitate to me when I've already heard countless interviews and seen presentations by all the so-called experts.

Like take the movie, "The Day After Tomorrow". I've been hearing about that book and listening to the doomsayers on global warming years before the folks at moveon.org decided it would be their cause du jour.

I'm even looking forward to the next movie that Hollywood is ripping from conspiracy radio which is all about the theories of Jesus, Mary and the Holy Grail.

What's ironic is the arrogance of Michael Moore thinking he's saying something new. He's like so not. If the audience share of conspiracy late night radio is any indication (8 to 10 million weekly listeners), then there's a ton of us around the country who have heard it all before and in greater detail than anything Michael Moore is going to dramatize in his movie.

And any good conspiracy theorists worth their salt never preaches the way Michael Moore proselytizes and rams his opinions down your throat, or so I've been told about Mr. Moore. A good conspiracy theorist always says "the facts are out there, do your own research, here's what I've read and here are the links to the websites that I've looked at, you decide if I'm right or wrong, you're an intelligent person, you pay bills, you raise a family and hold down a job, I'm just here to point you in the right direction."

Most conspiracy theorists read a lot; they are uber information geeks. Most subscribe to the theory of first source documentation especially if they're government conspiracy theorists, and they will give you a very, very, long list of congressional and senate testimony sources for your bedtime reading pleasure.

Am I still in San Francisco?

On Balboa and 37th Avenue heading south, there's a billboard that says:

Avoid Hell
Repent
Trust Jesus Today

And just in case you missed it. Heading east on 36th Avenue and Balboa, you see the same billboard:

Avoid Hell
Repent
Trust Jesus Today

Plus, there are way too many windows with pictures of Ronald Reagan up.

I've been on skirt buying binge, and when I was in Macy's this week I saw a skirt in the Ralph Lauren section that was so cute. The mini skirt was white with a blue pattern like what you would see on a china plate. It was so cute! Instantly it occurred to me that wearing the skirt would be like wearing a dinner plate pattern around my butt.

God, I love that. I love the thought of wearing a china plate pattern on my body. Now there's something you don't see every day and probably don't really want to either. But I love it, it's so original. The blue pattern can either be found on plates or on wall paper. I mean that's even better isn't it? Wearing wall paper on your butt! How bizarre and fun is that?

Anyway, the skirs were $23 each so naturally I bought two of them with different prints. Can't beat that price. Here's one of them, Cotton Sateen Porcelain Skirt

I was reading through my blog and saw that I forgot to mention that I had seen Kill Bill Vol. 2. Of course I totally loved it and had to choke back tears when I saw Uma Thurman watching the kung fu movie with her daughter. I used to watch kung fu movies with my grandma when I was young.

I'd love to see the Kill Bills back to back. I wonder if that's been done already and I just missed it. I know they showed The Lord of the Rings movies back to back. That would have been fun to do if I had the time.

I loved the chinese shaolin master with the fluffy white beard. He was quite the character. I will say I was shocked to find out how the story turned out. I didn't see that one coming. The violence wasn't as fun, excessive, and out there in Vol. 2 as it was Vol. 1, but there was enough of it so I can't really complain.

What I love the most about Quentin Tarantino is he is so true to the genre of Hong Kong kung fu and japanse samurai movie. Take the music. All Hong Kong kung fu movie have annoying as all hell soundtracks. And Tarantino did not disappoint because sure enough, bad music came on during the movie. The bad music was so reassuring familiar to me and I had to laugh because he got the same reaction out of me that a real Hong Kong kung fu movie would. "Turn that bad muzak off!"

I was at Virgin Megastore this week, and broke down and bought Fallen by Evanescence. CDs are so expensive, $18.99 at full price. Yowsa! For the price of a $199 Ipod that holds 1,000 songs, you could buy about 10 cds at full price.

I told a friend of mine about it, and she said that you couldn't buy Evanescence's song off of ITunes. I thought you could buy all songs off of ITunes, but I suppose that's up to the artist and their record company.

The Evanescence CD is great, from start to finish. I have very few CDs, unless it's a greatest hits compilation, that I can make this comment about. I hear the group has broken up. That's too bad because the music is just so great!

I probably shouldn't find something like this funny, but I do. I guess I'm just a sick bunny girl.

EMPLOYEE WITH OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER NOT DISABLED
The 10th Circuit found that an employee with obsessive compulsive disorder did not show that he was substantially limited in a major life activity. Steele v. Thiokol Corp., 241 F.3d 1248, 10th Cir. (Utah) Feb.22, 2001. Other employees had called him "Psycho Bob", and hummed "If I Only Had A Brain", wrote "dunce" on the back of his hard hat, drew cartoons with his name on them with the comment "The Big Dumb One", and made cuckoo noises in front of him.

He suffered a nervous breakdown and took a leave of absence for more than three weeks. Upon his return, he was terminated during a reduction in force. The court found that he did not present sufficient evidence of substantial limitation in walking, sleeping, interacting with others, and learning/comprehending. He did not allege a substantial limitation of work. The court did not decide whether interacting with others is a major life activity, finding instead that he did not provide any evidence that his OCD caused him to have trouble getting along with people in general. The court stated that it need not decide the issue of whether a hostile work environment can be brought under the ADA.

Finally back home. My trip was so short, it feels like I commuted to North Carolina for a couple of days. It's a very weird feeling.

I heard some of the people in the seminar talking about taking the coffee mugs from the seminar home. They're nice big blue coffee mugs that say Washington Duke Hotel and Golf Course. I decided to join the crowd and slipped one into my bag. Such a typical tourist ... stealing the hotel mugs. I've got pencils and pads and pens from the other hotel as well.

I got wanded at the Raleigh-Durham International Airport. This is the first time I've been wanded since 9/11 happened. TSA took me aside and said the airline had designated me to be searched and wanded today.

They made me take my shoes off so they could examine them. Then I had to stand and let some woman wand me and pat me down. My stupid underwire bra kept making the wand go off. The TSA people went through all of my carryons and even inspected my laptop.

I wasn't mad, but I did feel kind of like a criminal only because people stare at you and look at you and wonder if you're a terrorist. Either you're a terrorist or you're too stupid to follow the rules they have for getting through security. It's either one of the two.

At airport I bought a magnet that says North Carolina only because it had a red cardinal birdie on it. I used to see red cardinals in Hawaii all the time when I was growing up. Now I rarely see those birds here in San Francisco.

I can't believe tomorrow is only Wednesday and I have to go back to work. It kind of felt like I was away for the weekend.

I saw the cutest guy waiting in line to get on the plane at the Charlotte Airport. He was a Steve look-alike only he was a blonde. He was tall with blue eyes, and he had a tan which was cool. Nicely dressed as well, good shoes and an expensive dress shirt. He kept looking back at me in line.

He got on the plane before me and was sitting in first class. Then I had fantasies about him the whole plane ride. What if he was the one? What if I missed my chance and was supposed to talk to him in line? Why can't I be more friendly to totally cute strangers? What if he was my true love and I was just too stupid to talk to him? Wouldn't our son look so cute? I had visions of us going to church together. It's so sad! I don't even know guy, and probably have no chance in hell of meeting him, and I'm fantasizing about showing up at church with the guy.

I was kind of hoping he would be there at the baggage claim so I could stare at him some more, but he had carried his suitcase and probably even parked his car at the airport.

I wished I checked his ring finger. But isn't that rude that the guy might have been married and was staring at me like that in line? If he was my husband, and I knew he was checking out girls in line at the Charlotte Airport I'd be upset. He was really, really cute though. He had such a nice smile. Pretty eyes too. A little on the thin side, but at least he was tall.

In a seminar all day at the Washington Duke Inn and Golf Club. Then my co-worker and I came back to the hotel, and I checked work email and needed to work.

I leave tomorrow at 2 pm. What a short trip. We didn't even get a chance to see anything. The Washington Duke gift shop was so disappointing! Maybe I'll shop at the airport for souveneirs.

We made a trip to Eckard's in Durham, and there wasn't anything special there. Chain stores are the same all over. I watched the Durham news WRAL news on TV tonight. There are gangs in Durham North Carolina. Who knew? Maybe all towns have the same problems.

In Durham North Carolina at a different hotel off the Duke Campus. The seminar expensive hotel was sold out. Too bad. We drove by the place and it looked great. This alternate hotel is just your typical boring ugly chain hotel. Oh well. I wish we were on the Duke Campus.

I'm exhausted. My flight left at 6 in the morning, and the shuttle came to get me at 4 am. I didn't even sleep. I lay down for a bit, but couldn't fall asleep. I managed to sleep on the plane to Denver, and on the noisy crop duster plane to Raleigh Durham, but I feel tired. I hope I sleep well tonight. I'll be sleeping through the seminar if I don't.

We're going to a welcome reception tonight. I'm starving. I hope they feed us. It's not like I haven't been eating all day, but I'm tired so I'm hungry. I'm becoming a cranky traveller.

I wonder if this is true. Just heard on the radio that John Kerry is going to offer the VP spot to Richard Gephardt. Hmmmm.....

There's something about my aunties.

My aunties are sport nuts! On Saturday, my aunties insisted on getting back to the hotel so they could watch ESPN's Sports Center.

My oldest aunty was talking about how she was a huge Boston Redsox fan in highschool, and supposedly had an awesome baseball card collection. She said she even had Ted Williams' baseball card. She was lamenting the fact that my grandmother had thrown her collection while she was in college, and if she had held on to the colleciton it would be worth a fortune right now. My aunt still follows baseball, but she's not an intense Redsox fan anymore.

My other two aunties told me they watch more sports on TV than their husbands. They bragged about how they drag their husbands to sporting events. My aunties were all over the NBA basketball final, and wanted to watch ESPN Sports Center so they could hear more analysis about the series. They're betting money on the championship. One of my aunties is rooting for the Laker, the other aunty is rooting for the Pistons and can rattle off the stats for every player on the Pistons team. The other aunty can rattle off the stats for all the Laker players as well, so they're evenly matched that way.

On Sunday morning, my aunties were oohing and ahhing over the sports history shows on West Coast ESPN. They said that their local ESPN channels didn't show the same shows. My aunties were jealous that I lived in an ESPN market with better sports show programming.

So I'm like listening to them and wondering if liking sports is inherited in the family for girls. I know I've been been in relationships where I was more interested in sports than my boyfriend. How funny!

But if sports interest is inherited in the family among the girls, so is shopping. All my aunties are shopping freaks! They insisted on going to Nordstrom Center so they could go to shoe department. They were practically orgasming over the number and variety of shoes at Nordstroms.

One of my aunties, the Pistons fan, bought three pairs of shoes. The former Boston Redsox fan aunty had a pair of shoes shipped to her. The Laker fan aunty doesn't make that much money, so she's not much a shopping freak because of her finances but even she ended up buying a pair of shoes at the DSW Shoe Warehouse. And of course they had to buy clothes and jewelry for themselves, as well as souveniers for the families back home.

And I have their eating habits as well. My aunties all have sweet tooths. We kept having to stop for cookies, pastries and candies. How weird!

I mean, I never grew up with my aunties. My mother was their sister, but I wasn't around most of them growing up. And yet somehow I share their liking for sports, shopping, and sweets.

My aunties were very impressed that I won the office March Madness pool that one year. They've been playing for years, and have never won.

And my aunties are surprised themselves about their similar sports interests because only my oldest aunty was into sports in highschool. They other two only became interested in sports after they were married. The Pistons fan aunty says she doesn't know any other women who follow sports the way she does, and now she's excited to have someone, her own sister in fact, to analyze ESPN Sports Center with.

I supposed I should comment on the passing of former president Ronald Reagan.

I've been politically aware since my youth, and I wore funeral black armbands when Reagan was elected president. That should tell all you need to about my opinion about the man. I was never an Alzheimer Reagan democrat, but neither were my parents. They would never have voted for a republican, no matter how brilliantly the guy played and acted in the role of the president.

Reagan was a good actor. DUH!!! Was there any question that he would play the role of the president, the role of a lifetime for anyone I might add, to perfection. What else is there to say?

I don't know why people got so mad at Hilary, when Nancy was running the country the whole time Uncle Ronnie was in office. Nancy was just too smart to say anything about it, and Hilary, well she had to talk about because she didn't want people think that Slick Willie was smarter than she was. Nancy didn't care. She knew that actually running the country was more important than getting credit for running the country.

If you're into NBA basketball, you'll want to check out ESPN tonight and hear Larry Byrd talk about white players in the NBA. Here's the ESPN link to the interview, For 'Two on Two', It's all Bird.

SFGate.com had an article about the interview as well, Bird chirps: White America wants white basketball stars.

My aunties are such a trip. On Saturday, I took them to the City and made them ride BART. They kept asking me, "are we underneath the Bay yet?"

One of my aunties is this very snobby, hoity toity types, and she insisted we go to Neiman Marcus so she could buy me some clothes. Of course she knows I never shop there but she was trying to impress me and her other sisters or something.

I ended up buying two t-shirts in colours I didn't even want for $85 a piece. I really needed more white t-shirts to wear to work, but they were out of them and I didn't want to try on anything else. At the checkout, I grabbed another t-shirt, which was $45, and made my aunt buy me $250 worth of t-shirts. What a trip!

I really wanted her to buy me some jewelry or a new bag for work or a jean jacket, but I thought t-shirts would be less expensive. And I really needed white t-shirts but they were all sold out at Neiman Marcus and at Macys.

I complained to my other auntie that what I really wanted was a jean jacket, but that I didn't think Neiman Marcus carried any. We were shopping in the City again on Sunday, and the auntie that I was complaining to made me go into the Gap to buy a jean jacket. I didn't really want one, but I thought what the hell, I'll let buy it because I knew if I didn't she'd be mad at me till she flew home.

I have bad work karma. We have an intern starting next Tuesday, and I just knew she was going to get a new laptop. When I asked my bosses for a new laptop, they moaned and complained about not having enough money. Was that a lie or what?

I was so pissed I left at 5:15 pm. Screw working late if I can't even get decent equipment. I'm like whatever.

And that was just the capper on a bad day. I was sleepy this morning, so I had my eyes closed when I felt something touching the left side of my breast. Some jerk was touching my breast with his finger. What a creep!

I yelled at him and asked him what the heck he was doing with his finger, and jerkoff just looked at me stone faced. I was so upset I got up and move to the other side of the train. I was so agitated I ended up telling the two women next to me that the psycho across the way was feeling me up. They sympathized with me, but then said they see it all the time and that the train was full of sick people.

I looked up some some guy and he was just grinning, like he was just enjoying watching me get molested like that. What a freak! I should have just punched the guy out, but it was too early in the morning. God, that made me so mad I could feel my blood pressure rising! If I ever see that psycho on the train again, I'm going to punch him out.

I've never been felt up on the train before. I should never have closed my eyes like that. That was dumb!

Then I had my weekly meeting with my boss, and she asked if I could help out with a project that I knew the rest of the group was working on. I've been hearing them talk about it for awhile, and my boss said they needed help. There were three people working on the project.

So I get an email from one of the guys at 10 am, and he asks me to research two competitors for the competitive analysis that they were doing. But then when I looked at what they had done, I saw that between three people they had only managed to do four companies. I couldn't believe they were asking me to do two companies by myself. I was so mad! I'm like, what they heck where these people doing for the two weeks they've been working on the project.

So I emailed everyone back and said I only had time to do one, but then my boss emailed back and asked me to do one today and one tomorrow. I'm like whatever.

Then the guy who was supposedly running the project comes over to my desk and start explaining the project to me like I was really stupid. He didn't know that I had already starting working on it, and when I showed him what I had started he stopped talking.

At 3 pm, I finished the one company that I said I would do, and I could hear them saying how quick I was. I felt like screaming over the cubicle that I got it done so quickly because I work hard, and don't complain and moan all day like they've been doing for two weeks.

I couldn't believe those people had two weeks to do this project, and it still wasn't done. I would have finished it in one week by myself. Maybe I haven't seen all the work they did, but what the guy sent me didn't look it would take more than four days to complete.

Those three people don't even stay late either. They clock in and clock out on the dot, and then copmlain about how much work they have to do. I take that back. One guy stays late alot, and so does one woman occassionally, but the other guy jets out of there at 5 pm.

I think my boss had me do it because those four people were just dragging their feet on the project. I don't know. I'm pissed my boss made me work on the second company, but she knows I have the time.

I should stop complaining myself because I know I get paid double what the three people make, but still! That doesn't excuse bad work habits. I probably make triple what the damned intern makes and she's getting a new laptop. I hate that. I just totally hate that!

I bought some stocks over the weekend. After being out of the market for several years, it feels weird to buying stock again. I bought 200 shares of Silicon Image (SIMG), the company that makes the chips for high definition TVs.

My favorite Wall Street stock picker was very bullish on the stock and picked the stock up 3 months ago. I hope this stock tip pans out.

I would be happy if I doubled my money, but we'll see.

It's been a fast flying short week at work. I'm taking Friday day off to be with the family. My uncle is still in ICU, and I think everyone is fearing the worst. My uncle won't calm down and they say he's fighting all the things that are happening to him, and this is not good for his healing.

He's a stubborn guy, and I'm sure he's totally in denial about what's happening to him. The hospital has to keep him heavily sedated to keep him from thrashing around in his bed. He's either fighting or he's really scared and freaked out, and every time he wakes up he starts trying to get out of bed.

It's a trip having the family here. I found out one of my cousins graduated with honors from Texas A&M University.

I saw two movies this weekend. I haven't been going to see any movies at the theater because I've been so busy and because I started getting depressed while I was in the theatre. Even when I was supposd to be seeing a comedy, I'd get depressed.

I'd be watching the movie and really getting in the story, and after awhile I'd think to myself that watching this movie was just an escape for me and afterwards I'd be going back to my horrible life. This thought would make me so depressed because I couldn't even enjoy watching a movie without my horrible life intruding on the experience.

I came to this same realization about drinking awhile back. I used to drink to escape my life, until I realized one night that once the high of being drunk wears off you're still stuck with your life.

The night that experience happened I was out partying with friends, and drank what I thought was a ton of booze. I came home, drank some more and then lay awake in bed unable to sleep. As the booze gradually wore off, the awfulness of my life started to hit me. I got so mad. I mean, what was the point of drinking if the high was so short and at the end you were back stuck with your horrible life? I felt so damned cheated, especially because of the volume of alcohol I had consumed.

Booze is such a slavemaster! In the beginning it doesn't take much for you get tipsy. Then little by little, you need more and more, and high of drinking gets shorter and shorter. Soon you're drinking a ton and not getting much out of it. Then after awhile you have to drink to maintain your blood alcohol levels, because if you don't maintain your levels you get cranky. And the crankiness gets totally worse on the third day if you go without alcohol. If you don't watch out you become a slave to heartless bottle of brown or white liquid in the bottle. Slavery to inanimate objects have never been my thing.

After that night, I started cutting down on my drinking. It seemed so pointless now. Now I just drink when I'm out with friends, at parties or when friends come over. I rarely drink when I'm by myself, although I still like to keep a very well stock liquor cabinet for company and just in case I have the urge to have a drink.

Anyway, enough about my boozaholic history. The two movies I saw was "Shrek 2" and "Troy". I wouldn't have gone to see Shrek 2, but "The Day after Tomorrow" was sold out, and Shrek was the only movie available when I was at the theatre on Friday.

Shrek 2 was really, really funny! I'll probably rent it again because I'm sure there jokes that I missed because I was laughing so hard. The theatre wasn't very packed, but other people were laughing so it must have been funny to other people as well. At one point, we were all clapping as well although I don't quite remember when that happened in the movie.

I wasn't going to see "Troy" but on Friday, I listened to Skip Bayless' review of the movie. Skip Bayless, a sport columnist for The Mercury news, was guest hosting The Jim Rome show on Friday. Bayless reviewed the movie "Troy" and tried to make a connection to sports by talking about Brad Pitt.

Bayless kept going on and on about how Brad Pitt's upper body was just amazingly well built, and how Pitt had trained for six months to achieve his upper body look. Bayless tried to make a connection between Pitt and Barry Bonds. Bayless said that people couldn't believe how much Barry Bonds built his upper body a few years ago, and so attributed Bonds' upper body strength to steroids. Bayless said that if Pitt didn't take steroids to achieve his muscular upper body, then it must be able to be done without drugs. So maybe Barry Bonds just trained hard like Brad Pitt, and didn't take drugs to do it.

Bayless then further reinforced his point, by saying that Brad Pitt's legs looked way too skinny, and faulted his trainer for not working on Pitt's legs. But if Pitt was on steroids, his lower legs should have also been built up even without him working on them.

So of course I had to see "Troy" on Saturday if Skip Bayless was raving about Brad Pitt's body. And yes, the boy was ripped and had the kind of back muscles you just want to run your tongue over to feel every curve. And I'm one of few women on this planet who doesn't think Brad Pitt is all that attractive either.

But never mind Pitt's upper body and skinny legs. What about the boy's bottom? The movie had a ton of shots of the Brad Pitt's bum! Like OH MY GOD! His bum was amazing! What is that expression? So tight he was bouncing off the wall. Like the filmmakers don't know their female audience. There were so many shots of Brad Pitt walking around naked in the tent, and the camera was just a stitch above his crotch that you couldn't help but wonder what was just below the camera line.

I knew there were probably women there squinting to see if there were pubic hairs getting into the shot. You could totally see his front hip bones. I'm not a Brad Pitt groupie, but even I was quite fascinated by his hip bones.

When I saw those Pitt body shots, I sat in my chair wondering if this was going to be like that stupid movie "Legends of the Fall" which my friend made me sit through just so she could oggle Brad Pitt. But thankfully, the "Troy" filmmakers put in some scenes for the men as well.

"Troy" had some great bloody, bloody battle scenes with blood squirting all over the place. There weren't any body parts flying around the screen like in "Braveheart", but I think that was because the weapons weren't the same. In "Braveheart", the men fought with long broadswords. In "Troy", the weapon of choice was arrows.

But there were some great arrows in legs and arrows in other body part scenes. I would have loved to see an arrow go straight through some guy's head, but this event probably doesn't happen that often. The few hand to hand combat scenes "Troy" provided great sword play, and the cuts that people sustained looked very blood and real. I would have been really bummed if the fighting wasn't gory and realistic. What's the point of watching a movie about a war without seeing blood squirting all over the place and tons of dead bodies?

I also saw bodies with lots of realistic bruising, which is really nice to see in a war movie. Usually the bruising parts gets skipped or I just don't notice it. But there was excellent bruising and bruising marks in this movie.

I also liked the guy who played Odysseus, and thought his characterization of that legendary figure was done very well. I hope they make a movie about Odysseus with that actor playing him; he'd be perfect.

Eric Bana of "The Hulk" also did quite a good job. Poor Mr. Hulk. Why did the filmmakers of that movie make The Hulk looke like the Jolly Green Giant from the frozen food packages? The Hulk even had the Jolly Green Giant's purple pants. Orlando Bloom just wasn't as attractive as he was in The Lord of the Rings. He should go back to being a blonde elf boy.

I liked the movie "Troy", but since I know the story I wished the filmmakers hadn't taken so many liberties with the story. Oh well. It's just an adaptation. With all the special effects moviemakers can do currently, you can't help but wonder when you watch a movie like "Troy" if those people you're watching on screen are real or just movie special effects.

In any battle scene, you might be able to safely assume that the first five rows of soldiers are real people because you can actually see their faces and their expressions. But after that, I don't know. I think they're just computer generated especialy if I can see a face or an expression. I spend the whole movie wondering which effects and people are real and which are fake. It kind of takes away for me some of the enjoyment of the movie, but I can't help but do it.

It's been a busy and eventful weekend, and I haven't been in a mood to write. So many things have happened in such a short time.

First off, my uncle is in the hospital in an intensive care ward in Oakland. I spent this Memorial day keeping my aunt company for three hours and just talking to her about what happened. They dont' really know what's wrong with him, other than the fact that his lungs are bleeding. They sort of ruled to tuberculosis, but they just don't know.

My aunt said my uncle had a lung ailment for three weeks and was short of breath. She kept telling him to go to the doctor but he didn't want to. On Thursday he practically fainted at work so he agreed to go see his PCP on Friday. The PCP rushed him to the emergency room so he could go to the hospital for tests. On Saturday he was talking but still short of breath so they put him on oxygen and did a TB test, which turned out to be negative.

Despite the oxygen, he still had trouble breathing, so they put him in ICU on Saturday night and stuck tubes down his throat and put him on a respirator. My aunt finally started calling people on Sunday night, because the doctor said people should come now because his lungs were filling up with blood and he was close to renal failure.

My uncle's illness came as such a surprise. He seemed to be in good health, and other than the lung ailment seemed fine. I wished my uncle wasn't so stubborn and had gone to the doctor when he first starting noticing his lung ailment. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be sitting in the hospital now if he had only gone to the doctor.

My aunt said the timing of my uncle's illness is not that great because he was thinking of retiring from work next year. They even have plans to go on a cruise to Alaska at the end of June, which my aunt doesn't want to cancel yet in case my uncle gets better.

The doctors have absolutely no idea what's wrong with him and they've got him on steroids and strapped to his bed so he doesn't thrash around and yank the tubes out of arms and mouth. My poor uncle. When I was there they decided to keep him sedated to keep him calm to stop him from breathing so hard.

The medical staff are afraid to give him morphine because of his blood pressure and because they haven't ruled out that he might have a heart attack that triggered his lungs to bleed. I think he was thrashing around because he's in a lot of pain. Thankfully one of the nurses decided to give him some vicodin, which I don't think helps his pain at all because my aunt told me my uncle takes vicodin for pain at home for his gout.

My family is flying in from all over the country to see my uncle. I'm going to spend most of my time with them this week and over the weekend. Hopefully the doctors can figure out why my uncle is so sick.

I don't think I'll ever be happy in any job I'm in. I'm convinced of this fact now. Now that I've been at my job for a couple of months, I haven't met anyone who feels very appreciated for what they do. That's sad isn't it? I kind of thought this company would be different, but it's turning out to be more of the same.

Whatever. My fatalist sense tells me that I needed to have this realization so I could get my life back in balance. After all, if I was happy with my job and worked 60-80 hours weeks when would I ever find the time to write?

But I had the realization. I worked hard all week on this important project, and I wasn't thanked, people weren't grateful and at one point someone got mad at me because they thought I did this one thing. Of course I didn't do it, but it was really galling to be treated that way after the way I worked this week. I'm still kind of upset about it, but I know that will pass.

It was really hard this morning to be calm, but I told myself that I couldn't stay mad all day. Staying angry at work just isn't worth the emotion and energy. Short of quitting, there's really nothing I can do about my situation right now.

So I put my headphones one and listened to Jim Lampley the boxing analyst, be the guest host on the Jim Rome show. Once I did that, I felt transported and very faw away from all the dramarama that was going on in my department.

Later on in the day as I mulled the situation around and round in my head, I decided that if wasn't going to be especially appreciated for working hard and staying late then I wasn't going to stay late at work anymore. I'm not going to kill myself to get something done if people at work can't be bothered to say at least thank you for all of your hard work.

I was headed in that direction anyway, and was tired of feeling guilty for wanting to write and work out instead of work. Well, not anymore. Maybe I just needed an external excuse to convince myself, because I wasn't going to be able to make the decision on my own. Well, now the decision has been made and I'm at peace with it. It was meant to happen I think anyway.

Writing, working out and taking care of myself is what I really need to be doing. I have to work as well, but from now on I'm going to be like everyone else and leave when I'm supposed to. It's not like I'm working hard to get a promotion. I'm very content to be doing what I'm doing, and have no wish to move up any more on the corporate ladder.

I need to have time to write and work out and take care of myself. If I don't do it, who will? Certainly not the people at work. It's all good. Writing is what I should be doing, not working like a dog at work.

Today was such a bad, bad, hard day for me. Shocking really, because I didn't expect the kind of siuation to me to ever happen again. But it did, and I'm fine. I can adjust, I'm adaptable, I know how to maximize any situation I'm in to my best advantage.

I sometimes unknowingly pick up people's thoughts or maybe it's just that I'm very, very perceptive and can read situatons really well. Not all the time, but just sometimes. I'd actually forgotten I could do this, but working in an office has reminded me that I have this ability.

I was feeling so jealous last week of that new guy that was getting so much work, and I couldn't figure out why. I mean, I probably make double what me makes so why should it bother me that he was getting alot of work. My workload is heavy enough without wanting more.

But when I talked to the admim assistant for our group, she confided in me that she was feeling some job insecurity because of the new guy who is also a admin assistant like she is. She was afraid that her bosses might like him better, and try to boot her out. Poor kid, and she really is a young twenty something kid.

I think I was picking up the admin assistant's feelings and thoughts, and thinking they were my own. At least now I know why I was having those feelngs.

I wish I was better at shielding my mind but I'm not. It takes me awhile to figure out that I may just be picking up someone else's thoughts, but once I do I know how to rid myself of the other person so to speak. I have enough tools, have taken enough seminars, and have enough books to quickly remove thoughts and feelings that aren't my own from my head.

When I was younger it used to be really bad. I couldn't look at crippled people or people with obvious physical deformities without tapping into their pain, sadness and anger. I still remember that time I couldn't go near the Vietnam Memorial in DC because I was picking up way too many sad, sad, and painful thoughts from other people.

I have an urge to go to New York to see the 9/11 site, but I know in my heart I probably physically couldn't go near the place witout freaking out.

I wish my friend Amy was still alive. I have perceptions but I can't analyze them. I used to tell Amy about the perceptions I was having up, and she was able tap into my perceptions and analyze them so they made sense. Amy said I could analyze them if I wanted do, but I just wasn't used to doing it because she said I ignored them most of the time until they started to infringe on my own mental space.

Amy was always telling me I need to protect myself more, and learn to put up a barrier between myself and other's people thoughts and feelings. Amy said she would literally go insane if she picked up perceptions the way I did.

But I don't how to turn them off because I don't even know how I get them. I just get them. It's an inner knowing. Amy was lucky because her perceptions took the form of images in her mind. Mine come as thoughts in my head, whether their mine or somebody else's.

I'm reading over this post, and I know I'm starting to sound like a science fiction character in one of Octavia Butler's books. Most of her books are about people who have various forms of intuition. I wonder if she's an intuitive.

At least it's not that bad for me. I met a woman in college who could literally tell when things were going to happen. She kept her ability very secret, and I only found out about it because I tapped into her once and asked her about it. She said she never shared her ability with anyone because it was just too dangerous for her, even though she had learned to turn it off. She said she could pass someone by and know whether they were going to die the next moment. She hated it and feared her own powers.

I have some tapes that are supposed to harmonize your brain patterns, and I've been listening to them to help me from picking perceptions up. I'm thinking that maybe if my brain waves were more in harmony, I wouldn't be so vulnerable to other people's thoughts and feelings. It seems be working right now anway. The tapes are also great for relaxing so maybe I feel better because I'm less stressed.

Maybe working long hours at work is starting to pay off. I'm off to North Carolina in June for a 3-day seminar. I love travelling to different states, even if it's just for business. I get to stay in a hotel, rack up mileage on my airline cards, eat out, and schmooze with other people.

I hope I'll have the chance to sightsee but I doubt it. The seminar starts Sunday and ends Tuesday afteroon. I hear Raleigh, North Carolina is a nice place, and I'll be staying at the Washington Duke Inn & Golf Club, which is a Four-Diamond hotel nestled in 300 acres of tall pines and hardwoods and located on the campus of Duke University.

All I know about Duke is that they've got a consistently well-run college basketball team, from my memories of my March madness gambling ventures.

Then in July, I fly down to LA for a conference. It will be a one day trip, flying in the morning and coming back at night. But at least I'm travelling, and that to me is a good thing.

I continued by japanese film festival this weekend, and rented Throne of Blood by Akira Kurosawa and Zatoichi 2: The Tale of Zatoichi Continues by Kazuo Mori.

These were two great samurai movies, fully of bloody fight scenes, great samurai costumes, and lots and lots of great swordplay.

Throne of Blood is Kurosawa's adapation of Macbeth done in feudal warlord japanese history. The ending is great and very, very horrific. Kurosawa's ending scene makes Tarantino's violence in Kill Bill look very tame.

Zatoichi is just fun to watch because he's blind and still a yakuza and a great warrior, and women are always falling in love with him and telling how great he is in bed. That's so funny to me.

It's take me forever to read "A Thousand of Acres". It's hard to read a book where the characters are doing stupid things just because they can't help themselves. I have that running conversation about my own life, so why do I have to read out people doing it in their lives?

I'm reading all of Octavia Butler's books. I just finished reading Clay's Ark by Octavia Butler. Her books are much more interesting to read and much more thought provoking for me. But it's science fiction and I'm finding it's just more fun to read than regular old human drama, the kind of stuff you see as a movie on Lifetime TV.

I had such a lazy, lazy weekend. I didn't leave the house at all on Saturday. I stayed in and cleaned and puttered around the house. I was planning to go out, but then it felt so go to be leisurely and be a bum. I did clean up and get things picked up, so at least my day wasn't completely wasted.

This morning I meant to get up to go to church, but the temptation to sleep in was just too much. I finally roused myself in the afternoon, returned my videos, went to the library to return the books I read and pick up more books that I had requested and had come in, and then did some grocery shopping.

I cooked all the food that was in the fridge, and I now have lunches prepared for four days this week. I like not having to think about what I'm going to bring or buy for lunch every day.

I finally got around to making croutons out of the loaf of country sourdough bread I bought last week. It got really hard, so I popped into the microwave to soften it up and then cut it for homemade croutons. Making homemade crouton is so time consuming, but they taste better than store bought ones.

There's an animated version of The Lord of Rings on TV that I have on in the background. I thought it might fun to watch and compare it to Peter Jackson's movie version. But now I just want to lie in bed, listen to opera arias and read.

For some fun reading ... Top 10 Conspiracy Theories of 2003-2004.

So to make my already shitty week worse, I decided last night I would dress provocatively for my last night of film history class to please the left wing Hollywood movie professor. God only knows why because his politics exclude him from ever having a permanent role in my life, but the nasty part of me that his politics don't preclude him from summer flingie status.

Yes, thoughts about having a wild sexual flingie with my rotund extremely left wing film history professor have been popping into my head again like some kind of dangerous contagion. Like I have no idea if Mr. Hollywood Left Winger even finds me attractive, but that doesn't seem to matter to my diseased love starved brain. Okay, so the guy did come up me to last week and thank me for not being afraid to vomit my ultra conservative right wing thoughts in class, but does that mean the man is desperate to jump my creaky bones?

But back to this morning. So I put on this black knit skirt that a friend said was totally too thigh high and wore my black mary janes shoes with the two inch heels, which I decided in the middle of day are really hooker shoes in disguise. I'm not a shoe person, but I think I have a thing for liking two dollar hooker shoes.

I used to own a pair of ankle high black suede boots with a fake fur top and three inch spikey heels that I saw at a shop on Portobello Road in London. They were dirt cheap and on sale, so of course I had to buy them. I didn't seem them in the states for at least four years, and by the time they were the rage in all the stores here in San Francisco I was already bored with them.

I used to call them my hooker poodle boots or my hooker poodley boots, because the fake fur top made them look shaved poodle legs. They were scary as hell to walk in especially when going down hill, but they were so fun to wear. I even wore them to work once and got quite a few stares at work and walking through downtown San Francisco. One guy I used to date loved my shoes and concurred with my idea that they were shoes only a hooker would wear, or someone who likes to look they wear hooker shoes.

Those shoes reminded me that I used to own another pair of shoes with a strap across the ankle, which is like so hooker looking. Only these shoes didn't have heels and had thick rubber bottoms like platform shoes, so I called them my hook clodhopper shoes. They were black suede and I found them in a closeout bin at the Esprit outlet.

So I'm wearing the way too short at my age and my weight black knit skirt, black tights, my black hooker mary janes shoes with the two inch heels, a white scoop necked tshirt, and of course because I was going to work and I couldn't be too tasteless for TV, a pink cashmere cable sweater. I also had a necklace one and some earrings. But it's the two inch heels hooker mary jane shoes and the totally too short black knit skirt that gets the most attention.

And I was so uncomfortable at work with those shoes. My stride is long and when I'm wearing two inch heels I'm always on a slant and I have to take smaller steps which just freaks me out. Then I kept thinking I got weird looks from people at the office, like they were whispering that I was way too fat and my bum looked so enormous in my too tight short knit black skirt. And those hooker shoes? What's up with that?

I was so cursing myself for dressing to please a guy, something I almost never do normally, except for when I really like a guy and that's only been three times that I can remember: 1) always for Steve, the one who got away, 2) for the soccer player guy from England because he demanded I dress to please him, and 3) for my acting teacher who kept casually stating that he wished women would wear more skirts. And now I can add a fourth time for my portly Ira.

But of course since my week was stressful, today was just as stressful so that by the time I got to film history class I was in very foul mood and in no mood to talk to anyone. I kept thinking I should put a note to him in the envelope we had to give to him to mail our tests back in, which gave him my name and phone number and telling him I'd like to get together.

I mean, I could have done that couldn't I? But of course I chickened out, and rationalized to myself that I wanted to take at least two more classes from him and how would that work if I had a summer flingie with him. So no note, no conversation, and I don't think I even smiled at him because I was stressed. And then me being mad at myself the whole bus ride home because I had worn my stupid provocative outfit for nothing, and now my feet were seriously killing me.

Dressing to please a guy, what a bother! It never works out anyway. Steve, the one that got away, never appreciated it. He never know how I agonized over what I wore when we went out on dates, and how I seriously deliberated whether he would find my outfit attractive. Stupid english soccer guy never thought I dressed sexy enough for him, and stupid acting teacher guy ended up being such a new york city whiner.

And if I don't please to dress a guy, then I get comments like the ones I got from Chris, the hot as hell pretty marina jock guy, who used to obliquely chastise me for not wearing outfits that showed my rack more. And he only said that because as it turned out, the guy liked dating women with fake giant cow udder breasts. At least my rack was real.

So no fat Mr. Hollywood left winger in my bed this summer, and maybe that's a good thing I guess.

I don't know what's wrong wtih me these days. I feel so stressed out at work. I don't know if I'm just paranoid, but maybe the honeymoon with my employer is over. I don't know. I just feel so stresed out, but I know it's not just me. Everyone around me is stressed out as well. One of my bosses had a huge red rash on his face, and when I asked him about it he said it was stress related.

I know I should feel grateful for my job, but I'm not. And that's definitely not a good thing. There's this new guy in my group, who used to be ad account manager, who is now an admin assistant. Now that's tough. I've never had it that tough. I don't envy him, and I kind of feel bad for him too. But he's a nice guy, and he's trying desperately hard to move up so he's all happy and cheery. And I envy him, and sometimes get mad at him for being so happy.

It makes me feel like I should be that way. I should be walking around all happy and grateful just to have a job, but I don't feel that way and it kind of freaks me out. Instead two months in, I feel fat, overworked, stressed and tired. One of the guys in the department said everybody new in the company looks shell shocked for the first few months, so he told me it was normal.

The ad guy who's now an admin assistant transferred from another group, and there's another new guy who was contractor for two years before they hired him in my department. The guy has a PhD from John Hopkins and he had two consult for two years before the company would hire him.

So you see, I'm not that bad off. So why do I just feel that way. I've got to fix my attitude though. I don't want it to look like I'm walking around all angry all the itme, even though that's what I feel like.

Sometimes I think I just don't work smart enough and it takes me forever to do anything, and my bosses are mentally making notes what a bad and slow worker I am. Or it takes me three times before I get something right.

I had to write an executive summary, and my boss kept sending it back saying it was too long and it needed a 30,000 foot view. I had no idea how to write the darn thing, and it was so frustrating. Finally when I saw the final copy it was just bullet points and four sentences.

My boss kept sending me emails begging me to write the cliff notes version of a 20 page presentation. She said senior execs just want to take a guick glance at was presented, and then if they wanted more info they could read the attached presentation.

I don't think I'll ever get used to writing the "30,000 foot" view. And I feel bad that I think that, and stupid and dumb as hell that it took me three hours to figure out how to write four sentences and with about four bullet points each.

I can't wait for my work week to be over. I'm starting to think I hate my job, but I haven't been in it long enough to hate it. Maybe it's just not a good fit, and I'm only now starting to realize it. Even if it wasn't a good fit, it's not like there's any place for me to go.

If there is one good thing about being back in a busy corporate office, it's how much I appreciate coming home at the end of the day and having my weekends off.

I wish I could just detach myself from my job, and just leave at 5 pm. I have to start doing that. I am definitely taking my job way too seriously, and getting all stressed out for nothing.

I've stopped writing because I'm so stressed. Thank god, I haven't stop reading. Reading is very relaxing for me. Reading feels like an escape from my dreary world. Writing used to feel that way, but now it just feels like something else I have to do, something else I have to excel in, something else I have to stress about.

I'm staring to realize that writing is really like a job. I've got keep doing it regularly to get good, and keep doing it even when I feel like total shit. This attitude feels so wrong somehow. Writing used to be so fun, so escapist for me. I used to be able to escape in my writing, and start living in the world I was writing about. I used to find it relaxing to pretend to be someone else in my writing. I've got to figure out how to bring the fun back into my writing.

I think I just figured out why my new job is less than enjoyable right now. I'm so busy that I can't enjoy the feeling of accomplishment of doing things. As soon as I finish one project, I'm on to the next project.

My old boss told me that my new company was in really bad financial times a few years ago. They were losing money and not doing well. Then they got this huge, huge contract and that really pulled them out of the red ink.

I think because the new company has gone through some hard times, it feels like they're always playing catch-up. They're always running to keep up with the competition. The new company instituted a new policy of "expecting the unreasonable". I think one of my bosses takes it too far, but it's not just her. All the managers are trying to do that. The thing is, you can only do that if you know your people really well and you're not already understaffed.

Whatever. I know my attitude about my job has to change, or I'll just be very unhappy at work. And I can't spend 8-10 hours a day feeling unhappy. I just have to figure out a way to adapt my working style to the company's without stressing myself out. Maybe that means not leaving right at 5 pm, but leaving at 5:30 pm and then not worrying about my job. It all works out anyway, and I think I've forgotten this dictum these last few days.

I have major workaholic tendencies myself, so I know I can't blame my unhappiness soley on my job. I just have to transfer my workaholicness to my writing and away from my job. I know part of my unhappiness these last few days has been because I haven't been writing. Whatever I get out of writing, it must be enough to make me go through some serious withdrawal like symptoms when I stop doing it.

This week was especially hard though because I had my film history final tonight, and I spent every night since last Friday trying to study. I worked out on Saturday and Sunday, but didnt' write. Then I spent the rest of the week studying and didn't write or work out.

That's weird isn't it? For me to think that I'm going withdrawal because I'm not writing, like writng is a drug to me. If writing is a drug, I have no idea what I'm getting out of it. What's up with that? I'm not getting any tangible benefits, but I'm going through withdrawal when I don't write. But the whole whidrawal theory so makes sense, and as soon as I came up with the thought it was as if a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders because it feels so good when I figure things out and it makes sense inwardly.

I had the weirdest dream this morning. I dreamt I was in a relationship with some guy I knew when I was in junior high. I was in junior high and he was a senior in highs school. I only knew him because he used to pull on my braids when he walked by me. I was 13 years old and I wore my hair in braids.

But like I was such an innocent 13 year old, that I just thought it was so annoying that some guy I didn't even know was pulling on my hair. It wasn't till I was much older did it occur to me that maybe that guy him was like flirting wtih me or something. I don't know, because there was some other guy who used to pull on my braids as well. It's still such a mystery to me.

Anyway, I think I dreamt about this guy because when I was home last summer I found out that he had run for mayor of my island and lost. The guy from junior high was really smart, and went to USC and then went on to law school.

When I first heard the story all I remembered about the guy, his name was Randall, was he was that annoying senior freak who couldn't stop pulling on my hair. I couldn't believe he had come back home, opened up his own law practice and then tried to unsuccessfully run for mayor. How bizarre is that?

In the dream, we were together but here and not at home. Only the dream was kind of fuzzy, because then Randall the laywer island guy turned into this other guy I met a few years ago who was in law school here in San Francisco. So maybe I just had a dream about marrying lawyers or something. But it was so weird to dream about that guy from junior high, because I haven't seen the boy since junior high.

Just thinking about it gives me the creeps. I was 13 years old and the guy was 17 or 18 years old and pulling on my braids. What was up with that? And my poor 13 year old did not know what the heck was going on? Not that being older makes a difference, because I'm just as foggy about men and their actions now as I was at age 13. Clueless!

I finally started reading "A Thousand Acres" by Jane Smiley. I couldn't help myself, but I had to read the last chapter to see how it ended. It's a bad habit I have. I wish I didn't because now I'm disappointed. Oh well. I think I would have been disappointed whether I read the ending or not.

In the screenwriting class I took a couple of weeks ago, the Hollywood guy said that most characters in movies are very unaware. I remember sitting there and thinking that movies must be like Oprah books then, because the character in her book pick are dreadfully unaware. The characters in these books are so unaware of the consequences of their actions that all I want to do is slap them and make them get into therapy.

I mean, not that I'm not that self aware myself, but honestly the people in some of the Oprah books I've read aren't even the kind of people who would watch Oprah. What's up with that?

I'm specifically thinking of the book "House of Sand and Fog". The woman in that book was so silly to me. I was so unsympathetic to her character, that I really did not care what happened to her. I only finished the book because I wanted to find out what would happen to the persian people.

I got the same reaction from reading "White Oleander". After awhile I was like when is this character going to get it? When is she going to watch Oprah or go to the library and borrow a self help book and read it and learn?

I have a feeling "A Thousand Acres" is an Oprah book,and I'm going to end up hating the characters. I don't know this for a fact, but I've got a bad feeling about it. I just don't like characters who aren't very smart or who don't make an effort to get it together and fight against doing stupid things.

I don't know, maybe because I so relate to them and can't admit that to myself or I really can't relate to them and can't even find compassion in my heart to feel sympathy for their plight. I need characters to fight a little against their worst impulses, or at the very least, think about it a little and feel some kind of remorse. And then if they need to, give into their worst impulses, but at least go into the situation with their eyes open just a little, instead of tightly closed.

I want them to be like moths drawn to the flame, trying to fight the flame, but drawn to it nonetheless, only to get burned and die. But I think I want character to be like moths, because that's how I sometimes feel about my life. I'm that moth, and I get drawn to the flame, and I get burned, only I don't die. I get bruised as all heck, but I don't die. Not yet anyway. I just get up and keep on flying, because what else if there to do but keep going on.

Buying clothes is much more relaxing to think about than what is going on in the news. I have been deliberately avoiding the whole Nick Berg thing, because honestly I do not want to see someone beheaded. What is point of witnessing such cruelty, especially when the reports said the idiots took a long time to do it.

Beheading was once reserved for royalty, think England for example, because you get killed quickly and relatively painlessly. Those terrorists forgot to read their instruction booklet on beheading because they completely botched the whole thing up.

Honestly! If you have to behead someone, at least do it right and don't mess around with taking too long. It's like that scene in the movie "The Green Mile", where the evil prison guard deliberately forgot to wet the sponge for the death row inmate's head. And then when they tried to fry the guy, they literally ended up frying the guy and burning his hair and head because there wasn't any water to conduct the electricity quickly and easily to kill the person.

Maybe that's the point though, it was supposed to be torture and not a mercy killing but my point is the same. Why does anyone want to watch such things? It's like people on the freeway having to slow down whenever they see an accident, because they have to see how bad it really is. How entertaining is that to see a car with people in it on fire or someone's head through a windshield or hanging bizarrely outside a car window like the neck was made of rubber.

Nothing much to write about other than the fact that I'm now obsessed with buying silk skirts. I just picked up two the other day, and they are so fabulous to wear for the summer. Since they're silk, they look dressy and I can wear them to parties but they're light and fun enough to wear casually as well.

The same catalog also has two more silk duponi skirts but in brown and green checks. Very gingham and so summery. I am tempted to buy them just because they're silk, but I keep hesitating because I don't own brown shoes or brown sweaters. The other two skirts matched easily to things I already owned, so the choice was easy. But brown and green?

And I don't know. Do I really want brown and green checks emphasizing the size and width of my bum? Plus I'm thinking the brown and green gingham just aren't as versatile to wear all year round and they may be a little too dressy for work but not dressy enough to wear at night. I mean gingham is so day wear!

My film history professor, Ira Mr. Liberal Hollywood left winger, came up to me during the break in class last night and thanked me volunteering alternative opinions during class. He said it made him think differently about things, and he was glad I made an effort to participate.

What an odd comment! Of course cynical me was thinking, are you thanking me for pointing out the left wing liberal view is not the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

We were discussing Michael Moore's latest new film and how Disney wasn't going to distribute it. And I decided to pipe up and say, but that's what happened to Mel Gibson's movie, "The Passion of the Christ". Gibson put up his own money to make the film and found his own distributor, because Hollywood wouldn't go near a "christian" movie with a 10 foot pole. But you never heard an uproar in the press about Gibson being treated unfairly in Hollywood like what you're hearing about Michael Moore.

And why is that I wonder? Because Christian films are not a 'cause du jour' for the liberal left wing media? I wanted to add that you can't just say Michael Moore, a supposed left wing nut case, gets the shaft by Hollywood without saying that so does a supposed right wing christian nut case like Mel Gibson.

But of course nobody in class wanted to say that because it's so not politically correct in San Francisco to defend anything Christian even when you know the Christian thing is being treated just as unfairly as the left wing thing. And it's that kind of hypocrisy on either side of the political spectrum that just makes me madder than a hatter.