... protesters started shouting: "Bring them home! Now!"
As the pitch rose, the congressman ran out of his grey stucco home. He was barefoot.
"You just woke my babies!" Rohrabacher said....
"I am going to get all of you arrested if you don't leave right now."
"My son is in Iraq!" responded Tim Kahlor, 48, whose son is on his second tour of duty in Iraq until January 2007. "And he does not get much sleep!"
High School girls show freshmen how to wriggle & writhe to the festive aroma of scorched animal flesh
Fullerton Union High School senior Xanat Hernandez grabbed chips and a hot dog, surveyed the crowd of freshmen and zeroed in on a circle of boys.
She marched up to them, her hoop earrings swinging.
"Are you guys excited about the school year?" she asked.
Incoming freshman David Medina, 14, nodded.
"My name is Xanat," she said, and stuck out her hand. Medina shook it. "But everyone calls me 'X.'"
Two bewildered women avoiding rednecks at the Orange International Street Fair
The batter goes into skillets the size of waffle irons, with semicircle cavities in which nine [Danish] aebleskivers can cook.
Erickson-Falcioni demonstrates. She puts a teaspoon of vegetable oil in one basin. She pours the batter and waits, then flips frequently for five minutes.
Flip it. Poke it. Add the jam and powdered sugar, and one of the thousands is done.
"It's a healthy—" she stops. "OK, we don't really worry about that."
Remedial math? But I graduated from High School early and stuff! Plus I'm a math whiz!
At first, Michael Walton, starting at community college here, was sure that there was some mistake. Having done so well in high school in West Virginia that he graduated a year and a half early, how could he need remedial math?
Eighteen and temperamental, Mickey, as everyone calls him, hounded the dean, insisting that she take another look at his placement exam. The dean stood firm. Mr. Walton’s anger grew. He took the exam a second time. Same result.
“I flipped out big time,’’ Mr. Walton said.
Because he had no trouble balancing his checkbook, he took himself for a math wiz....
SUNDAY EVENING IMAGES
(I AM VISITED BY FINE YOUNG WEASELS)
A conversation with 3 1/2 year old Sarah:
Uncle Chunk: "Hi, Uncle Sarah!"
Sarah: "I'm not an uncle. I'm a girl."
Uncle Chunk: "You're a girl? What kind of girl?"
Sarah: "I'm an Iguanadon. An Iguanadon mother."
(Evidently, an Iguanadon is some kind of dinosaur. Sarah's a "mother" Iguanadon, and so she has babies, she says. Sarah showed them to me. They are invisible.
(She's got "friends" too. They're not invisible. They're a bunch of teddy bears and shit, which she drags around with her. Mostly bunnies. Plus a coupla mice.)