For what it’s worth, I’d argue there was reasonable doubt. That said, promise me I won’t get prosecuted and I’ll kill her myself.
Personally the story shouldn’t have been national news, we’ve got our priorities messed up. That said, a national story it is and thus my Facebook and Twitter feeds are being sprinkled with “OMG’s” and the like.
It’s a legal issue people, not a personal one. What you feel, think, or even know to be true means nothing without proof. Don’t hate the system, hate the people that are charged with fucking it.
When going into business for yourself know that passion, skill and talent can only take you so far. What keeps you afloat, focussed and successful is savings.
My son is preparing to graduate Kindergarten next week. Where he will have to perform “Si Tú Estás Feliz” as well as the Pledge of Allegiance. Last night he practiced… Personally I think it’s awesome. But make sure you listen to the end… because I’m epically – hilariously – offensive. As always.
I’d argue that life is little more than a string of random experiences tied together by a loose sense of cause and effect. Ultimately, we’re falling through space and time. The memories we collect and the life we live is a result of who we’re lucky or unlucky enough to collide with before we hit the ground.
What stays with us though, the memories that stand the test of time are the rituals. Not just ones we knowingly cling to but the ones we often forget about. The ones that when experienced again remind you of years or decades of similar experiences.
Today is my birthday, and if it wasn’t for Facebook most of my friends and colleagues would have forgotten as easily as I almost did myself. Though my wife and mother wouldn’t let me. And so goes the day. Replying to birthday well wishes, working and forgetting I was on a diet.
Then suddenly I see I have a message. It’s my grandmother. Singing Stevie Wonder’s “Happy Birthday”. A call I get every year. Without fail. Ever since I can remember. Hearing the song, brings back memories of birthday parties at the roller rink and bowling alley, sleep overs in middle school, chugging Mickey’s when I turned 18, hitting the strip club when I turned 21, my first birthday at home with my wife and my first birthday gifts from the kids.
I’m not much for birthdays. I tend to keep them simple these days. Outside of my public pledges of zodiac superiority… Go Gemini’s! It’s a day I’d be happy forgetting exists. But then again, I wouldn’t get that call from my Grandmother. And maybe if it wasn’t such a ritual that’d be OK, but that’s not the case and far from acceptable.
