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Archive for July, 2006
Shakespeare on the Common
Posted in Muddy River Review - In & Around Boston on July 19, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Librarians in the Internet Age: Now More Then Ever
Posted in Information Science on July 15, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
In the olden days – the real olden days, before the invention of movable type and the notion of universal literacy, the problem was a lack of books and information. In those days, the major role of a librarian was to gather books and information. In the rising tide of media over the last four [...]
The Hardest Part
Posted in Personal/Political on July 12, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Anger; managing my anger, is the hardest part. I expend a lot of energy trying to the keep the rage in a cage. Sometimes, on a good day, I can harness some of the energy (because anger generates it’s very own type of very potent energy) and try to actually do something that might possibly change the status quo.
As a [...]
Add to Your Reading List…
Posted in What I'm reading on July 11, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer, by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin. Communinsts, fellow-travelers, Nazi spys, Jews, the atom bomb and even a homosexual – what more could you want from a book?
Let The People Decide
Posted in Personal/Political on July 7, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Those in our Commonwealth who are seeking a referendum on same-sex marriage are right – the voice of the voice of the people must be heard. Who better than The People should determine what relationships are truly marriages; which unions further the goals of our culture and society and what relationships merely mock this most [...]
Good evening, Mr. & Mrs. American & All the Ships at Sea…
Posted in Gay Parenting/Gay Marriage on July 6, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Let me start by saying that never, not in a million years, did I think that I’d be a mom. Growing up, I never played with baby dolls – crying, wetting, nursing dolls - to messy for me. The only doll that ever interested me was Barbie. Barbie had breasts. She lived in a Dream House. Skipper was [...]
