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What I’m reading now.

January 6, 2004, by Sharon Mahoney No comments yet

Commodify Your DissentCommodify Your Dissent: The Business of Culture in the New Gilded Age by Thomas Frank and Matt Weiland

I picked up this book not long after I saw students from the Isenberg School of Management at UMass working on a “marketing exercise” last fall on the lawn in front of the Student Union. They had split up into teams and were competing to see who could most successfully promote the new Honda Element (a squared-off minivan with a configurable, industrially tricked-out interior — sort of an SUV for slobs who have expensive pastimes involving significant amounts of equipment) to their fellow students on campus. Several of these cars (trucks?) were parked on the lawn, surrounded by small, frenetic groups of SOM students who were shoving promotional material at passersby, giving out pens and T-shirts, and recruiting people to sign up for “games” and raffles — in exchange for their personal demographic information, of course. Continued…

In the cancer ward.

October 16, 2003, by Sharon Mahoney No comments yet

A memory from January 2001.

Hospital RoomI flailed to consciousness, the way a submerged and drowning person reaches for the surface. Or at least it felt that way—the involuntary and instinctive struggle toward light and air and voices. Then a second or two of surprise as I realized that I wasn’t immersed in a cold tide but lying in a hospital bed, tied down by sheet, blanket and tubes going into almost every orifice. The rhythmic distant roar of the surf I had heard in my disoriented state was the hiss and sigh of the little motor inflating and deflating the anti-embolism cuffs on my calves. A nurse bent over me, and offered me ice chips. I sucked at them eagerly—I was parched, for all my dreams of water—and tried to focus my eyes as I took stock. Continued…

Summer’s over.

September 3, 2003, by Sharon Mahoney No comments yet

Prayer at church Sunday: Oh, Lord, please restore my sense of humor. Too much concentration upon politics recently, like a steady diet of Romaine lettuce, has left me bitter and cynical. Time to switch gears.

Temperatures this past week have abruptly dipped into the low sixties in the evening and have hovered around seventy during the day. Compared to the unrelenting humidity and heat of these past three months it is as if we’ve been suddenly transported to a different hemisphere, house and all. School started again today, and I’m in the middle of the last-minute enrollment minuet. I didn’t get half the things done on my summer to-do list that I hoped to accomplish, and as usual I’m kicking myself for the ways I managed to waste time. Continued…

Perle: Finding Iraqi WMD may take 200 years

July 28, 2003, by Sharon Mahoney No comments yet
Richard Perle

Dark Lord of the Neocons

From Middle East Online:

Perle added that “we are absolutely certain” that weapons of mass destruction are hidden in Iraq – Washington’s motive for launching the offensive against Baghdad – but that it may take dozens of years to find them.

“We don’t know where to look for them and we never did know where to look for them,” he admitted.

Asked by a reporter when he thought the evidence of those weapons may be found, Perle joked: “I hope this will take less than 200 years.”

Mother of God.

We have young men and women dying for a pack of lies, and this scum has the temerity to joke about it.

And meanwhile, all three networks lead tonight with “the death of a beloved figure in America”–Bob Hope. The press lionize a has-been “comedian” who was a willing tool for legitimizing another immoral war. This while families mourn their dead sons and daughters or fall apart with worry about their well-being. Continued…

Life is full of mysteries.

July 21, 2003, by Sharon Mahoney No comments yet

So I’m sitting here working and UPS comes up the driveway to make a delivery, and I notice from my second-floor window that the roof of the UPS truck has a large white rectangle painted on it.

Is there a reason for this? Is it part of some weird GPS thing? Has Homeland Security Guy Tom Ridge mandated this in an effort to track packages from subversives (or to subversives, as the case may be)? Do UPS drivers use the roof of their brown vans as a suntanning spot inbetween deliveries? Is God playing a huge video game with UPS trucks and needs an easier way to identify them from on high?

Inquiring minds want to know. Any UPS guys or gals out there, tell us the scoop. FedEx folks, too (although your inherent biases will be taken into account). I’ll post any responses that seem plausible.

Asking For It Dept.

July 18, 2003, by Sharon Mahoney No comments yet

Added a “comments” feature to my blog. Now all you multitudes who slavishly lap up my every word can slather on the fulsome praise. Or not.

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"Any person capable of angering you becomes your master; he can anger you only when you permit yourself to be disturbed by him." - Epictetus

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