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For everyone who has a problem with the new body scanners, or pat downs at the airport, I got three words for you: World Trade Center.
Better yet, accompanying all the video of guys telling screeners "don't touch my junk,” they should also show interviews with a relative of someone who died on September 11, 2001, or was blown to smithereens over Lockerbie.
The other popular complaint is that the sweet little old lady can’t be a terrorist. That nice looking older man can’t be a terrorist. That little girl carrying the doll can’t be a terrorist.
Well listen up. Don’t you think the real terrorists are paying attention? Don’t you think they might put a bomb in a little girl’s doll?
Ever hear of a guy named Timothy McVeigh who, before he became the most notorious American baby killer ever, looked like he could be on the cover a GQ magazine? A regular Mr. Normal American.
People, you don’t want to go through security? Drive. Take the bus. Take a train. Walk.
See because the problem is, the minute some whack job with an agenda gets past the TSA screeners and blows up a plane is when these same people are going to be screaming about why something more wasn’t done.
Time for the media to remind the American public that these rules and regulations didn’t just come out of thin air.
It's always about the beautiful weather. Bright, sunny, just a slight nip in the air to remind you that fall is coming.
Every year since September 11, 2001, there's a cloudless beautiful, blue sky day in late August or early September in New York where I think to myself, this is what it was like on that day.
Of course now we know that the beautiful weather was all part of the plan. They chose a clear, blue sky day so that the weather wouldn't impede the evil they were about to do.
Because the weather was so gorgeous, I wore my favorite pink, cotton skirt. Little did I know when I put it on that it would be another 36 hours before I took it off.
I worked in that skirt, I ate, slept and cried in that skirt. When I was finally home, finally able to shower, finally able to take off the skirt, it was like removing a crown of thorns.
I haven't worn that skirt since. I still own it, somehow I can't bear to add it to the bags of clothes I give away every year, but I'll never wear it again.
But every year, on a beautiful blue sky day in late August or early September in New York, I think of that pink skirt, and as hard as it is, I remember.
When I was in college trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, I dabbled in writing. I wanted to be a writer, but I was afraid to be a writer. Afraid to make mistakes, afraid to show my work, afraid to put anything down on paper that might expose too much of who I was.
Though I'd always loved mysteries, I'd never read anything by Francis. I tended to stay away from mysteries written by men (too violent, or bad women characters), or mysteries written in the first person (too personal).
I made an exception for Reflex because the protagonist was a jockey whose hobby was photography, and at that time I was very much into photography.
After reading a couple of chapters of Reflex, all of a sudden, a light bulb went off. This was the style of writing I had been looking for.
All of my writing attempts up to that point were stories written in the third person. Though writing that way made me feel safer, less exposed, it never felt right. What did feel right was Francis' sparse, yet descriptive, first-person style.
The other thing I loved about Reflex was that the main character, Philip Nore, liked women. Not just loved women, had sex with women, or was raised by a woman -- he liked women. That theme carried through many of Francis' novels.
Add to that a murder and several photographic puzzles it took our hero, some bruises and a darkroom to solve, and by the end of the book I was a devoted Francis fan.
As you go about your day today, spare a moment to remember the military families whose sons and daughters are risking their lives hear and overseas to protect Americans everywhere.
Also spare a moment to think of the injured and fallen in Fort Hood, Texas.
God bless America.
I'm happy to announce that we have a winner in my "Bundle Of Trouble" Mystery Novel Giveaway!
DBaker was the winning Megan's Minute reader who answered all the Elizabeth George questions correctly and her autographed copy of "Bundle of Trouble" by Diana Orgain is winging its way to her as I write.
Then anyone who commented on that original post was entered to win a $100 gift card from HomeGoods of their very own.
Well the random drawing was held two days ago and the winner is.......Betty N!
When I let her know she'd won, she wrote: "Thank you sooooo much! Homegoods is 1/2 mile from our house and we love that store."
Congratulations to Betty N!
Hey guys, I've got a new blog and it's called Meg's Rad Reviews!
What kind of blog is it, you're asking?
Well, I've been chosen as a BlogHer reviewer, which means I will sometimes reviews cool products and services so you won't have to. Meg's Rad Reviews will be where you can read those reviews. I will also have giveaways, contests and recommendations of other things I think you'll just love.
And just like you can rely on me to give you the straight lowdown on TV and movies here at Megan's Minute, you can count on my honest opinion at Meg's Rad Reviews.
My very first post is about a $500 HomeGoods shopping spree. I was assigned to makeover a room in my house and then write about the experience for all you potential HomeGoods shoppers.
I chose my computer room to makeover and wait 'til you see the results!
So head on over to Meg's Rad Reviews and read about my computer room makeover, and then enter to win your own $100 HomeGoods gift card.
Last night at the Beacon Theatre in New York, there was a tribute to commemorate the designation of September 11 as an annually observed National Day of Service and Remembrance, as proclaimed by President Barack Obama. Co-hosted by MyGoodDeed and Service Nation, the evening was a mix of speeches and entertainment. There were musical numbers by singer Anjulie, The Harlem Boys and Girls Club Alumni Choir, John Ondrasik, a rousing number by The Roots and a performance by Gavin DeGraw. In the audience were 9/11 families, members of service organizations, uniformed firefighters and soldiers.
The keynote address was given by Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton:
9/11 will always be a day that represents humanity at its worst and humanity at its best. A day when many of you experienced, senseless violence and tragic, unspeakable loss, but when you also witnessed the heroism, generosity and compassion of our fellow citizens.
In response to adversity, we will rise to the call of service because we discover that we gain more than we give, and because serving is one way to express what it means to be an American.
Secretary Clinton was introduced by Nicole Tsang, the Whole School Whole Child Product Manager of City Year, New York. City Year is an organization that "unites young people of all backgrounds for a year of full-time service, giving them the skills and opportunities to change the world." It was also one of the many community groups that had representatives in the audience.
"This year, for the first time, the United States will honor September 11 as a National Day of Service and Remembrance. Eight years ago, the tragic events of that Tuesday morning inspired Americans to come together in a remarkable spirit of unity and compassion."
"In that same spirit, we call on all Americans to join in service on September 11 and honor the heroes of that dark day as well as the brave men and women in uniform who continue to protect our country at home and abroad."
That's part of the message from President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama asking Americans to serve on 9/11.
So as you remember the fallen from that terrible day eight years ago, look to the future and ask yourself how you can help make our country even greater.
"Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine. And I just wanted to say I love him...so much." Those were the tearful words of Michael Jackson's 11 year old daughter, Paris at her father's memorial service today.
When I first saw Paris Jackson about to take the microphone at the very end of the two hour service, my head said, "No, no, don't put that little girl up there!"
But ultimately I was wrong. Ultimately it was the right thing to do to let her speak. She was surrounded by her family and this little girl, whose face we've seen for the first time only since Michael's death, wanted to tell the world what her father meant to her. In those two tearful sentences, she turned Michael "the freak" into Michael "the human being."
He wasn't just a celebrity, he was someone's brother, son, uncle and most importantly to Paris Jackson and her siblings, someone's father.
It was a daughter's grief for a father who was gone too soon, as Usher had sung earlier in the ceremony.
His gold plated coffin was carried into the Los Angeles Staples Center to the voices of a gospel choir singing "We are going to see the King." His brothers who performed with him for all those years on stage as part of the Jackson 5 were pallbearers.
They wore matching yellow ties, red roses in their lapels and then later in the ceremony, single, matching sequined gloves.
For all the anticipation of a spectacle and a circus-like atmosphere since his death nearly two weeks ago, this memorial service was really quite dignified, well orchestrated and the right balance of public spectacle and private grief. It's what his family wanted and his fans needed.
Veteran actor David Carradine was been found dead in a Bangkok hotel room sometime last night or this morning. He was 72 years old. Several sources are speculating he might have committed suicide. The story is still developing and not a lot of details have been confirmed but the Thai newspaper, The Nation is reporting police do not suspect foul play:
Columnist Bob Herbert had an excellent article in yesterday's New York Times about the right wing's reaction to the nomination of Judge Sonia Sotomayor. You may have heard that people like Karl Rove and Newt Gingrich have called the first Latina nominated for the Supreme Court racist.
In response, Herbert makes the excellent point that all of a sudden "these hideously pompous and self-righteous white males of the right are all concerned about racism."
They’re so concerned that they’re fully capable of finding it in places where it doesn’t for a moment exist. Not just finding it, but being outraged by it to the point of apoplexy. Oh, they tell us, this racism is a bad thing!
Herbert also uses the article to comment on Karl Rove's questioning of Judge Sotomayor's intelligence:
Karl Rove sneered that Ms. Sotomayor was “not necessarily” smart, thus managing to get the toxic issue of intelligence into play in the case of a woman who graduated summa cum laude from Princeton, went on to get a law degree from Yale and has more experience as a judge than any of the current justices had at the time of their nominations to the court.
It turns the stomach. There is no level of achievement sufficient to escape the stultifying bonds of bigotry. It is impossible to be smart enough or accomplished enough.
Ain't that right!
It continues to astound me how these guys have no clue how lame they sound. They are so confounded by having a black man in the White House they simply can't stand it--and I love that!
Check out the entire article on the New York Times website.
This is a post I wrote for last year's Memorial Day. After reading it over, I decided to re-post it. Thanks to all our brave men and women in uniform.
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I'm lucky. I've never had to serve in a war or known someone close who's died in one. Even though I learned the facts and figures of war in school, the impact of war I learned from television and the movies. In honor of Memorial Day, this post is about what I've learned about war.
Last month a young woman named Aisa McGowan was murdered by a stalker who used Facebook and YouTube to harrass her.
A few weeks later, Gena of the blog Out On The Stoop wrote about her frustrations with the story and how she wanted to do something. What she came up with is an idea for video PSAs alerting folks to the prevalence of violence against women.
As she creates them, I will post them.
Last fall I did a post, "Ten Things I Kinda Love About Sitting In My Backyard."
Now on this very beautiful Mother's Day, and since I've gotten a couple of glasses of chardonnay in me, I think it's time for the spring version:
Ten more things I kinda love about sitting in my backyard:
Happy Mother's Day!
Both events got me thinking about the similarities between "Lost" and our new president.
So here are 10 things "Lost" and President Obama have in common:
So tomorrow night when you watch "Lost's" 101st episode, just remember all the things this excellent show has in common with our excellent 44th President of the United States.
Actress and comedienne, Beatrice Arthur died Saturday of cancer at the age of 86. She was the Emmy award winning star of two hit TV series, "Maude" and "The Golden Girls," and in her early career was a Tony award winning theatre actress.
Arthur first came on the television scene as Edith Bunker's (Jean Stapleton) ultra-liberal cousin on the show "All in the Family." She made such an impression as a guest star, her character Maude Findlay was spun off into her own series, "Maude" in 1972.
You must have heard by now that Oprah Winfrey is now on Twitter. Is you haven't, you obviously don't have access to televisions, radios, cellphones, newspapers or computers.
Y'all know I love Oprah, so I'm thrilled that when I tweet about my commuter train being two hours late, there's a one in one hundred million chance that she might read it.
The funniest tweet I saw about the grand event came from BlackTwitterati a couple of days ago. As you can see I made sure to retweet it:
The other big Twitter news was that Ashton Kutcher beat out CNN to the one million follower mark. He used that new found power to promote the purchase of malaria nets for countries that can't afford them. Congratulations Ashton!
Elsewhere on the internet, the New York Times reports that YouTube has signed deals with several Hollywood studios to stream TV shows and movies on their website. What does this mean? A couple of things.