When I said earlier that there are prairie dogs everywhere in Boulder, I wasn’t kidding!
Here we see the tip of a large prairie dog town, right next to a very busy city street!
Aren’t they adorable??
Of course, many people, most notably farmers, don’t think that they are so adorable, and would like to, uh, ‘relocate’ the little critters. Then again, I’d like to relocate many farmers.
The first in a series…
This is at a *mall*!
I love this letter. I loved it when it was forwarded and I didn’t believe it really was a real letter someone had written. I love it more now that I know that it is. Because it’s true, anyone who tries to equate the cries of outrage against Michael Vick for what he has done to those poor dogs as “racism” is, indeed, a dumb fuck.
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Dear Dr. R L White, Head of the Atlanta Chapter of the NAACP:
My name is Larry. I am 70+, and I am neither a member of your organization nor a resident of Atlanta.
Normally I wouldn’t bother you, but then I came across this article and it compelled me to write. Since I am white, I am going to tread carefully, so as not to offend your gentle sensibilities.
Dr. White, you are a dumb fuck.
Speaking for white people everywhere, let me fill you in on something.
This case was not a race issue. It was about killing dogs. And if there is one thing people don’t stand for, regardless of race, it’s killing dogs….
Even the weeds in Boulder get into the hip green act… as evidenced by this “weed” which sprouted and grew in a drainpipe outside organic vegetarian restaurant VG Burgers:
Headed east by rail, we encountered Colfax, California – the town that time apparently forgot.
It’s refreshing to find a locale with such candor!
This is an actual headline: “Non-resident sewer fees established by Sunnyvale council.”
“Knock, knock”
“Who is it? I’m busy in here. Can’t a person poop in peace?”
“Uh…sewer police. I’m sorry, but can you prove that you are a Sunnyvale resident? Got a utility bill or something? Otherwise you’ll need to pay a $5.00 fee before we can let you flush.”
I’ve been thinking a lot about that Microsoft Digg advertising deal that was announced last week. You know, the one where Digg agreed to let Microsoft – not really known for their stellar advertising network – have an exclusive for all advertising real estate on Digg.
With Digg getting an estimated 17 million visitors a month, and Microsoft being the weakest of the ad networks, clearly the one who stood the most to gain from this was Microsoft.
The only thing I can figure is, Ballmer must have blown Kevin Rose.
Speaking of which, how about their plan to screw the consumer by scraping your hard drive and serving you ads right on your own home PC – nice, eh?
For some reason I was really struck by this exchange that I overheard at the park a few days ago. There was a young boy, maybe 6 or 7 or, at most, 8 years old. And he got separated from his mom. And he couldn’t find her and he was getting anxious.
This older child – a teenager – was trying to help the boy (very sweet of the teenager, that), and the teen asked the boy, “Ok, we’ll find your mom, what does she look like?”
And the boy responded “She was wearing black, and she has a face like me.”
Now, this boy was Asian. And his words struck me, and stuck with me. And I’m still not sure why they have continued to echo in my mind, but they have. There was at once a sort of prideful belongingness, and a defining separateness, ringing in those words. And I wondered whether it was the difference from so many of the faces around him, or the unique sameness of a related face in a sea of primarily Hispanic, Indian, and Caucasian faces, that prompted his description – a description that at once both smacked of the naivete of an innocent child – and yet was a damned brilliant way to quickly convey what his mom looked like.
In any event, bravo for both him, and the teen that went to his aid.
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