I am Karan from Olympia, WA.
Almost every other name used here is a pseodonym pseudonim pseudonymn alias.
The rest of it is true - mostly - and all of it is my own.
Don't even think about taking any of it, unless of course, you want to pay me.
Random Wisdom: Do, or do not. There is no 'try'. - Yoda
The counter says that 2846337 have been flummelized, but I personally think it's all a big lie.
According to Government Book Talk (yeah...I read it):
“From 1900 to 1902, the Government Printing Office produced a two-volume architectural history of the U.S. Capitol by the architect and author Glenn Brown. As a condition of its authorization by the Senate Committee on the District of Columbia, Brown personally selected the type and paper and designed the cover, which was based on a Capitol fireplace frieze destroyed in a basement gas explosion in 1898. Only 200 hardbound copies were produced, making it a much-sought publication for architectural historians, collectors of Washingtoniana, and anyone interested in the art and architecture of the Capitol.” This year a second one-volume expanded edition has been released.
The new volume “brings back into circulation a classic historical work. Second, under the meticulous editorship of William B. Bushong, it’s more than just a reprint. In addition to annotating Brown’s text “to correct errors, identify sources, describe controversial issues, or point readers to further modern published versions of cited documents on selected topics,” this new edition adds many black and white and color photographs of drawings, prints, and paintings while retaining the historically important original photos (reproduced in full when cropped for the original). He also provides an excellent profile of Glenn Brown, highlighting both his career achievements and disappointments.”
Go to the US Government Bookstore to order the 7 pound volume for $94.50, or download it in several pdf pieces here for free or visit it at your local library for just the cost of a bit of gasoline!
abowman.com
abowman.com
from abowman.com - click to feed
I think I’ve ranted about Facebook before, if not here at least to every single person who happens to cross my path. Facebook brought all those bloggers who used to only blog about what they ate for lunch, how wonderful their children are and how fruitless their latest job search is into one single corner of the world wide web. For that I am grateful.
What I find most horrific about the place though is that benefit of viewing every single friend entry in a mishmash of order that totally crosses my eyes. And by benefit, I mean not so much benefit. I’ve endured Facebook for about a year, yielding first to the pressure to sign on because in my tiny little heart of hearts I am a true follower...I like to see what all the fuss is about and I want to belong. After finding 2 people I have thought about for a million years, I at first thought, yay....this place is all that I’d heard about. After getting hammered with requests for friend status with I’m sure were at least 4,889 stranger and getting jillions of forwarded messages in my email inbox, I attempted to pull in and withdraw a little bit from that world. Even though I made public only a few personal details, it seems that Facebook attempts to link me to the masses who they feel might find a bond with me and they beat feet to my FB door begging friendship with me. I wonder if that’s what the appeal is...the pseudo sense of popularity. I didn’t like it. I don’t wanna be a popular girl.
Anyway, I wiped all personal details allowed and almost immediately, people assumed that terrible things had befallen me. Some people saw that my relationship status was changed from married to I guess nothing at all and were deeply worried that Leonard and I were kaputt. I received email messages from real friends who wrote in a panic about us and other messages worried that I was no longer employed. I received not one email of concern worried that I’d lost my education or that I no longer had a birthday and I’m sure I removed those bits of personal information as well. Because I don’t live on Facebook like most of the people I know there, I had no idea that I was causing such a ripple in the universe and missed all the concern that flooded my wall. A friend finally called me and shared her concerns.
For the record, Leonard and I are doing great. Just fine. We’re totally hot. Even though my service ends in two weeks, I still have my VISTA position. Although I’m not sure I remember everything I learned in high school and college, I still have my diplomas and my birth date remains June 22nd.
This total mass freakout by my various status changes finally brought me to where I am now. I am overwhelmed and under impressed with my membership so if I can figure out how to do it, I’m deleting my account. I just hope that it’s easier than trying to disconnect from Farmville.
Now I need to get back to writing about what I had for lunch, tell you all how wonderful my children are and how hard it is to find a job.
We’re having our own little freak of the week story going on around here.
It seems that in Tenino, a little town very close to Olympia, some bozo was spotted driving his truck around with a dead woman passenger. I assume she was all propped up and buckled in because someone corralled a Sheriff’s Deputy and reported her and her driver. While having what must have seemed like a very surreal conversation with the Deputy (Are you sure you haven’t been drinking sir? Could she have been sleeping sir?), the guy and his ticket to the Diamond Lane drove right by giving the witness a chance to point out the pickup truck and it’s odd cargo.
The Deputy pulled the guy over and after inspecting his passenger, arrested him.
I’m going to watch the late night shows tonight because my guess is that there’s a joke or two in this whole story.
