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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

1984 anyone?

Too cranky to address this myself so click here for the NYT editorial on Real ID (coming soon to a Department of Licensing near you!) and weep for the Statue of Liberty with her eviscerated promise to open a golden door for the tired, poor, huddled masses and wretched refuse, the homeless and tempest-tossed. (OK, that might be a bit of an overstatement.) I knew there was a reason I wore black today.

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Picture it, a slightly chilly morning on the African savannah, looking out over the rim of the coulee the sun just peeks out over the horizon, warm, glowing. Through the mist, a silhouette in the distance, just forming, tugs your breath right out of your chest. As it comes into focus, you know it is she. Beautiful, of course. Brilliant, to be sure. Poised, needless to say. And very, very well-dressed. You are in the fabulous girl's world, now.