Posts Tagged ‘rantsandramblings’

  • Nine-Eleven

    Nine-Eleven

    September 11th, 2011 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 28 Comments

    Remembering is good, though. Celebration isn’t, but that’s up to us not to turn this into some kind of crass holiday. Point being, I wasn’t going to write anything. And yet, here I am, barking into the void. You want to know what I remember about 9/11? Here’s what I remember.

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  • On The Subject Of “Compromise”

    On The Subject Of “Compromise”

    August 3rd, 2011 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 36 Comments

    Do we as a nation even really know what’s in this goddamn debt ceiling plan? We’re just learning that the EPA is going to get elbowed in the throat. Given that I just moved from a town that had epic levels of arsenic in the water, I’m not excited by the notion that not only will such levels be reasonable but nobody will be looking.

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  • Of Google-Plus And Circle-Jerks, Part II

    Of Google-Plus And Circle-Jerks, Part II

    July 20th, 2011 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 27 Comments

    Google+ grows on me like a fungus. Like a scaly patch of ringworm, I can’t stop itching it. I don’t really know why. I think in part I’m scratching to peel away layers, to dig beneath the rashy skin and find the potential buried beneath — because, at this point, I’m growing convinced that some real potential is there.

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  • Of Google-Plus And Circle Jerks

    Of Google-Plus And Circle Jerks

    July 11th, 2011 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 120 Comments

    And now, Google+ (or Google-Plus or G+ or GP or GooPloo or Guh-Pluh or whatever it is we’ll eventually call it) is here, once more stepping into the arena as the master of order, as the scion of sanity, clean and white and elegant as an Apple store. I am here to say: Lo, I am underwhelmed.

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  • Chick-Fil-A Versus The Homosexuals

    Chick-Fil-A Versus The Homosexuals

    June 21st, 2011 | The Ramble | terribleminds | 69 Comments

    Point being, of course I can’t eat the fucking sandwiches. Not if I want to ever pretend my convictions have substance greater than that of cotton candy in a warm mouth. Is that what I’m going to teach my son someday? “Son, you have to standup and do what’s right. Unless, of course, the enemy of those convictions is selling you a delectable chicken sandwich.”

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