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Wednesday, April 23, 2003

To paraphrase Robyn Hitchcock, if you get on your knees, people have a good view of your skull.

The government is holding children at Camp X-Ray:

The US military has admitted that children aged 16 years and younger are among the detainees being interrogated at its prison camp in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Lieutenant Colonel Barry Johnson, a US military spokesman, yesterday said all the teenagers being held were "captured as active combatants against US forces", and described them as "enemy combatants".

The children, some of whom have been held at Guantanamo for over a year, are imprisoned in separate cells from the adult detainees, Lt Col Johnson said. He would say only that the teenagers are "very few, a very small number" and would not say how old the youngest prisoner is.

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"That the US sees nothing wrong with holding children at Guantanamo and interrogating them is a shocking indicator of how cavalier the Bush administration has become about respecting human rights," said an Amnesty International spokesman, Alistair Hodgett.


Sunday, April 20, 2003

Hey, sugar, welcome to the weblog page devoted to you and your birthday. If you're reading this, I figure you've already delved into this goofy green box of cards. But if this is your first card, rest assured that some are better than others.

I composed this page to amuse, distract, and/or entertain you. So here goes.

Now, of course I could have done the usual thing, and directed you to a page devoted to teapots, or a page devoted to cool tennis shoes (like the Adidas Tobacco), or a page that shows you how to get David Spade's autograph. But that would have been too obvious. Here are some other obvious ideas I scrapped:

- the Ultimate Columbo Site

- pages devoted to Office Space... like this one and this one and this one and this one (with a stapler-centered point of view)

- funny pictures from A Mighty Wind, like this, and this. Oh, and this too. And behind-the-scenes on Waiting for Guffman

- Benicio Del Toro's official website (why does he need a web site? Oh, and he's gonna play Che)

- an online kimono store

- a short essay by Julia Alvarez about what inspires her writing

- an odd little page that uses statistics to tell what other writers you may like if you like Jane Green

- sexy pictures of Benjamin Bratt

- a guide to the real Bay Area locations of stuff in Bullitt (you know, with Steve McQueen?). (Oh, and here's where the same locations were in 2002)

- movie reviews by Chococat, a Sanrio character

- the World of Owen Wilson (complete with a peek at Starsky and Hutch)

- and, last but not least, a picture of Ace of Base

Now, in putting this list together, I realized that none of these things would interest you. I mean, you didn't click on any of them, right?

So, because i'm tender, I'll just tell you how I feel. I love you, and I hope you had (or are having) a wonderful birthday. I love you very much and I want to spend my whole life annoying the shit out of you. Seriously, you're so beautiful... I'm gonna call you... Beautiful. Yeah! STOP. IT.

~ xoxoxoxo ~ Spazmo the Robot


Thursday, April 17, 2003

Tim Robbins talks baseball:

Our ability to disagree, and our inherent right to question our leaders and criticize their actions define who we are. To allow those rights to be taken away out of fear, to punish people for their beliefs, to limit access in the news media to differing opinions is to acknowledge our democracy's defeat.

Did he write that? Or did Gore Vidal? Either way, damn straight, Tim.

Monday, April 14, 2003

Thinking and trying to make sense of the passage of time. It all goes so wrong. How can you grow old and not fight the eternality of change? I hate everything I do and yet I continue to use my hands and eat and pray. I pray, even when I am struggling against it. The grammar of feeling. Richer nights without the praise of your peers, draining me of everything I called my own. I�m down with that. I can�t pick her up until I�m able to leave. I don�t use the list of priorities anymore. You can�t say enough nice things about Mitchell Froom, so many critics hate him. I�m lost again, I am continually lost, staring into my hands, wishing I could spend my way out of strangeness. People wanting to cry but being unable, people ready to wonder if there�s something greater than the god they pray to. The clown on the freeway sounding an alarm. Storefronts crowded with plastic flowers. You can�t face the people you love. Everything is all right.

I was depressed for a while, but now I'm better.

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