teardrops, raindrops, drops dropping

It has rained every day for a month, and with all that's going on in Iran, I'm feeling a bit down or drowned or something underwater and suffocating. Thank goodness for last night's dance party to all the Michael Jackson music played on the radio commemorating the death of the King of Pop. Dancing to "Ain't No Sunshine." Maybe someday the sun will come back. But then again, rain = the new normal for the northeast under global warming. And things on the news aren't getting better.






Images lovingly borrowed from all over the web: heartfish, Miss Natalie, Newburgh's Door Sixteen, Dropp by Elisabeth Dunker, bookhou, One fine day, and creepy silicone breast implant people.

horses should not live in the city

Good work by a kindness of ravens and MooShoes, for the Coalition to Ban Horse-Drawn Carriages.

terror

We've long known that the term "terrorist" is used by the powerful to label those they feel threatened by.

White phosphorus bombs showering from planes vs. pipe bombs, or sometimes rocks and shoes: the pipe bombs are terrorism, the destruction of an entire people is "security."

And, of course, the U.S. military bombing Iraqi civilians is not terrorism, but an Iraqi civilian bombing the U.S. military is.

With abortion doctors getting murdered, guys in Newburgh going to prison for terrorist plots dreamt up by FBI agents, and my "domestic terrorist" apron causing a hubub in the commercial kitchen where I work, I knew I had to turn to Green is the New Red (and this image from christianshirts.net) to break it all down for me.

teen spirit

I saw a sweet scene in Cold Spring Friday night: Students from the Poughkeepsie Day School held a vigil and concert for Lawrence King, and all queer teens who suffer harassment. Down by the waterfront, this groups of kids sang and gave speeches and hooted in support of one another. Lawrence King was murdered when he asked his best friend to be his valentine. These kids were handing out the love freely.