Regularly there is some news made about a college or professional team getting some flak for using Native American names or likenesses in their sports teams names. Some seem benign on the surface (ND Fighting Sioux) and others are patently offensive (The Washington Redskins, the Cleveland Indians logo). Since many people don’t seem to recognize what the big deal is, perhaps we should suggest other names for them to use.
* The WifeBeatin’ Whiteys
* The TrailerPark Crackers
* the Fightin’ Speed Freaks
* The Well Defended Corporate Embezzlers
I think you get the idea.
Monthly Archives: March 2001
Not me
Man, I’d hate to be the person for whom the phrase “Butt Ugly” was coined.
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My Head
A Haiku
God! Fuck! My head hurts!
And the sound of blood rushing
is making me nuts
Okay, it isn’t a good haiku and I have not been in a haiku mood, but the pain in my head is making me crazy. Not enough to be considered a bad headache, but more than a twingey irritant. It is also making my hearing sort of foggy sounding like I am underwater. I think my blood pressure may be high, either that or I have a mini ocean in my head.
Maybe, someday I will tell you about how we are all mini oceans. After that I will tell you about the evolution of bones and kidneys and lungs.
This weekend was a good weekend for food
Friday Night
Chicken parmesan sandwiches on homemade bread. Tasty, satisfying, lots of cheese.
Saturday
Chicken and veggie fajitas with coconut jasmine rice. Initially the idea seemed odd to me too, but the mellow sweetness of the rice was a nice counterpoint to the spiciness of the rest of the ingredients.
Sunday Night
A quick stop at a Broviaks Specialty food store yielded Brie, Gorgonzola and another cheese which name escaped me (mild, firm reminiscent of emmanthaler), Soprasetta sausage, Serrano ham and Westphalia ham. We also picked up neutral crackers and French bread. At home I sliced green apples, pears and temple oranges and we sat and noshed and combined the different flavors to our hearts content.
I need more weekends like this.
Before The World Ends
A Poem for You
before the world ends
give me just one more chance to
laugh with you
hold you so close to me
smell your neck
taste your lips
tell you I always loved you
I wouldn’t need tomorrow if I had that