I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Monday, March 7, 2011

Linkee-poo wakes up, gets out of bed, drags a comb across its head

Radio Daze, an article on a service to talk radio of providing interesting callers. Ah, you always wondered who those people were who call into those radio shows only to be denigrated or make everybody sniffly nosed, or shaking with rage. They may be an actor hired for the part. Whose shows do they call? Well, I'l leave that to your imagination. (Grokked from Jay Lake).

A local newspaper with Michael Moore's appearance at the Madison rally. So this thing has been going on now, what, three weeks with tens of thousands in attendance every day (including last week's snowstorm). This is a movement. The Labor Beast has been finally stirred to motion. Hopefully it won't catch a bad case of the "we're screwed anyways" and keep rolling. Here's the text of Michael's speech. (Grokked from Catherine Schaff-Stump)

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