So Kerry came to Portland town while Bush visited the whitebread suburbs of Beaverton and Tigard--they arrived at pretty much the same time, but Bush spoke to people at a rally on a high school football field, which was covered by all 4 local tv stations, while no cameras were turned on at the Kerry rally until Bush finished speeking. Kerry's wife Theresa jabbered br
The concept you propose is in place in many, if not most state penal systems. Since the federal system does not, by Congressional mandate, allow good time, there really is no incentive for the progressive award of privileges that you suggest. There are some flaws in any system of graduated awarding of privileges, as exemplified in the 2002 Supreme Court ruling in McCune v. Lile. This case out of Kansas concerned a prisoner convicted of kidnapping and r
Since the computers at work have been only intermittently functional, I've been doing web-based research on Poe and esp. his story "The Fall of the House of Usher" since I am working on an adaptation of it for the stage. The story is very dark, hinting (well, maybe more than hinting) at incest, necrophilia, madness, twisted sexuality--and ther's some bizarre stuff too
5:30AM and I'm barely awake as I go out to see what this morning promises--running shorts and running shoes and a t-shirt grabbed from the back of a chair. The temperature today will reach 95 degrees or more here in Portland. I head up toward Forest Park, while the sun prepares for the grand entrance. From the bridge I can see Mt. St. Helens,Mt. Adams, what I think is
Thanks--I hope to complete the re-write by the fall. I am also working on an adaptation of Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher." Wonderful family values like incest, necrophilia and deviant sex relations between old friends. Take care.
Last Friday night about 10PM I stood at the side of the railroad tracks watching the biggest, longest goddamn train a-rolling past, keeping me from crossing the track to get to the small, modern warehouse where I would read from my play, my work in progress. I had worked all week at a temp job coding legal documents and I was in need of some creative expression. A new
I woke up late, and felt like Kerouac at the start of Big Sur; "The bells were sounding a sad, wind-swept Kathaleen..." as he lay on a cheap hotel bed in San Francisco. I made coffee, called the temp service to say I'd be late, and had that sweet first hit of caffeine. The wine bottles from last night stood like disapproving sentries around the apartment. A glass stil
And so the inevitable personal business has to be conducted over the lunch period--a snack purchased from a sidewalk cart, laundry detergent purchased after standing in an annoying line, collect paycheck, another annoying line at the credit union--then walk the 15 or so blcoks back to the corner office work space. Summertime, headed for 9o degrees in Portland, and it'
I woke around 4:30AM, and decided to use the quiet time to go on a quick hike through the huge, forested park a few blocks from my apartment building. It's called Forest Park, and contains a 30-mile long hiking trail, which I hiked for a few miles this morning. The quiet of the morning is in such contrast to the chaos and frenetic activity that begins as everyone plun
On the 19th floor of a downtown office building, the view down the Columbia and Willamette rivers to the West is achingly beautiful when one is working in a temp job that keeps one chained to a computer doing discovery fro the defendant in a major law suit--outside on the thermals above downtown a peregrine falcon floats lazily, looking for prey. Pigeons, rats, other rodents and bi
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