Daily Archives: June 16, 2009

Blocking access to visitor logs: good or bad?

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I know that in the USA, we have lived the past 8 years in lies upon lies. And I know that everyone is frustrated, we want the truth, we want open policies, we want answers to our questions. As a journalist, I have filed Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) requests. FOIA helps journalists — and the general public — understand where our tax dollars go.

But I wonder what purpose it will serve to expose the guest log to the White House. I understand that we have a right to know, but I also think the President has the right to meet with people in his office without the media being all over it. I haven’t quite decided what I think it better.

In this day and age, the media runs with little news, making small stories blow out of control, and can miss important stories because they are not “sexy” enough. Do we really want to focus on each and every person who comes out of the White House? Don’t we have more important things to worry about?

What do you guys think?

Dream Post: A wedding, roller skates.

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rollerskatesI had a dream:

I was at my friend Bec’s house, and we were getting ready for a wedding for one of her friends. We were getting dressed, and knew it was time to go to the wedding. So we headed to the church or the hall, which was very close to the house we were getting ready in, and I went over with my roller skates. That apparently I was OK at. Then there was an African American man who was standing in the middle of the street, who was very nice but apparently dangerous. He was talking to me without moving his mouth, so I thought he was telepathic with me, but apparently everyone could hear him. Very strange, indeed.

Then I got to the church and we were taking pictures of the bride alone, and we were all laughing, and I realized that my camera’s battery was dying. Then I realized the camera I was holding wasn’t even mine. So I went back to the house, on my roller skates, to get my camera. On the way back, I realized I was driving a car but I was in the passenger seat, so I went to climb over and drive and suddenly Jeff was in the car with me. He kept driving past the church, saying he forgot something, and he was driving to Hartford. I don’t know why I knew it was Hartford, but it was. Meanwhile, I guess the wedding must have been somewhere in Virgina, since that’s where Bec is from.

Then he kept saying he’d get us back to the church before the ceremony was over, and was explaining to me why he had to break up with me, and used the roller skates as an example.

Then I woke up.

Reasons? I have no idea. And, I must say that after such a dream dry spell, although these dreams are weird, it’s kind of nice to have them back.