I was living in Snarr Hall when it happened. I had an 8 a.m. class that semester and each day after class I would go back to my room and spend an hour or so lying on my bed in half-sleep. I watched the CBS News coverage and my exhaustion added to the sense that it was not real. When I remember it now, the whole thing seems very surreal. Actually, it still seems surreal. Who the fuck attacks Oklahoma?
Of course, we (Americans) weren't as paranoid then, so the original operating theory was that it had been some sort of massive gas-line break. By the end of the day, though, "the FBI and Oklahoma police put out an alert for three men believed to be of Middle Eastern origin driving a brown Chevrolet pickup truck." My dad, for reasons that are beyond my understanding, theorized that Basque separatists were to blame.
There is no reason for my putting the picture to the right on my
I find it ironic that the method of informing the world of a new pope is so un-opulent. Watching smoke come out of a makeshift chimney doesn't really stir the soul. It was sort of an anticlimax.
The good news is God won't expect me to go to church. I asked for a smart-ass Irish guy; rightwing Germans make me nervous.
If the Vatican's secret archives are on the web, they're hardly secret are they?
This guy can pretty much do anything he wants now.
I think I could win a spot on the first 15 for Canton RFC.
I'm sure people will complain about this, but I think it's kind of cool. The Benevolent United States Federal Government now offers personalized food pyramids (soon to be known as Pyramids of Freedom -- "Freedom Pyramid" is already taken).
It's National Stop Snoring Week in Britain.