I'm a cause for hope in northern Uganda. Are you?"
I've never really put much thought into it, but hm, sure, I'd like to think so.
North Uganda has no defense. South Uganda is going to win the conference.
Presumably she was an ex child soldier who is not now murdering anyone. Or just a really, really hot woman who visited Northern Uganda.
Sifu is a cause for hope for all mankind.
I can disconfirm the second possibility mentioned in 3.
5: Because the train was air conditioned?
Hopefully you could also confirm she wasn't murdering anyone on the train.
Watched A Small Act last night. A Swedish schoolteacher gave $15 a month to educate a Kenyan child. That child got a degree, started a general education program, wanted to look modest donor up. etc. Okay, nothing special unless you are interested in education.
(She wasn't so interesting, unless you can have any admiration for a elementary school teacher, holocaust survivor, who lived alone in the same small apartment since 1968. No fucking like bunny, no babies, no boutique Scotch, no arugula. And saved a stranger's life. What a loser, huh.)
I wear my gimme blood donor, breast cancer, and dog charity t-shirts everywhere. I guess the difference is that mine don't bear any reproof.
Isn't it nice how Facebook has made everyone aware of breast cancer?
Thinking abut the post, and the movie of 8, and my t-shirts.
She, the benefactor, had a scholarship program in Kenya named for her, and the movie was largely about her going to Kenya after being looked up. Big party, tiny woman made Kikuyu elder. Lots of dancing. She didn't seek out gratitude, but didn't reject it either.
I wear the t-shirts, 1) because I'm cheap, and don't care what I look like. 2) Advertising? Maybe 1 of 1000 will give, and I presume the causes know what they are doing. This is not a coffee mug. 3) And maybe throwing the shirts away or not taking them would be rejecting the gratitude.
bob for the connection to humanity!
Seriously, I'm not a fan of logo t-shirts in general, and self-congratulatory charitable giving can certainly be grating. But in general I'm in favor of small daily reminders that hey, there's a big wide world out there and it isn't all like your little corner.
I drive past a Darfur lawn sign pretty regularly. I appreciate that someone cares enough to publicly signal their worldview, even in a neighborhood that is unlikely to be too sympathetic.
There once was a shirt from Uganda,
whose wearer was saving a panda.
The shirt was real thin,
laying right on her skin.
If only she had breasts like Miranda.
This is not a coffee mug.
Are coffee cups bad? I usually go for the NPR gift mug, but nobody tell Bave, okay?
Sometimes I get mad about this kind of thing, because I'm like "Why are you so fucking worked up about northern Uganda or Darfur when there are horrible, immediate problems in your own backyard that no one pays attention to and that you could help with." Then I realize that I'm basically a yuppie bastard who doesn't do much to help with anything locally, either, and that calms me down.
LYING right on her skin.
OK, maybe she's not actually a cause of hope. But if she thinks she is, is it really fair to call it lying?
I like my women like my coffee mugs.
Ostentatiously self-righteous.
9: Oh but Facebook is personalized! Don't overlook this feature! So while yours may be making you aware of breast cancer because it knows you are a cause for hope among all breastkind, mine has discerned from something I have typed that it should inform me about alternatives to manscaping. Thanks, facebook. You're a pal.
I didn't know what 9 and 20 were talking about, but then I remembered I have AdBlock.
"My other t-shirt is a pipe bomb"
...it should inform me about alternatives to manscaping
Wouldn't being really hairy have occurred to you even without advertising?
23: long about puberty, yah. Less occurred than happened, I guess. I wonder if facebook suggested manscaping alternatives because of something in my profile suggesting teh gay or something indicating Ashkenazic heritage. I guess I'm kind of the daily double.
Risk it all, with... Mister Smearcase!
You can shave your back with a disposable razor taped to a pencil. Maybe I'll make that my Facebook status.
Not exactly to 16, but I recently received a primer (months in advance) for a speaking engagement. I would not have thought it likely that there was a group of people more earnest than I am, but they exist. (Think Unitarians, squared.)
I am apparently to prepare a phrase or quotation for pondering during the "musical interlude" before I speak. Also, members would appreciate it if I would provide a summary of my remarks for later reflection.
Holy Toledo. I am not sure I have written down a speech, other than testimony, in the umpty-umpty years I have been delivering them. I am not sure I can.
Are you enjoying this chance to feel relatively callous and flippant? You should take this opportunity to revel in being least-earnest.
What Megan is trying to say is that you need to work some puns in there.
I was thinking of starting off with a limerick, actually.
I'm sure that wasn't what I was trying to say, NPH. I know how to form those words, should I want to say them in that order.
A limerick! Can't go wrong with that.
An earnest young Quaker from Philly
Said "limericks are really quite silly"
I came to your speech
Instead of the beach
So I expect you to make it a dilly.
I put those quotation marks there to punish Megan. Or neB. Those Californians all look alike anyway.
Excellent. I'm hiring you as my speechwriter, NPH. What's your rate?
Alas, I am also of the "speak from an outline, if that" persuasion.
I am apparently to prepare a phrase or quotation for pondering during the "musical interlude" before I speak.
What does that even mean? Depending on the tempo of the music, people are going to think about sex or fighting regardless of what you say. And if it is just you giving remarks, who do you call a racist?
Good afternoon, everyone. I'm here today to talk about why public debates about race are really a way of vocalizing our society's fears and biases about sex.
Please ponder that while we enjoy this musicial selection. Brother John?
Hmm, since I can guess from Witt's Phrase for Pondering that the song in question is going to be Frère Jacques, I'm curious whether thoughts will turn to sex or fighting. Or maybe both!!!