Friday the 13th

Posted on July 13, 2007 by Varg

Well, the latest most shocking thing to emerge from the Eddie Jordan situation is his stating on local television last night that the witness in the Michael Anderson case was not credible and lied to them about her whereabouts. Thus, insinuating that she is dishonest and a liar. Thus, making the defense attorney’s job a lot easier since he won’t have to do that himself.

Check Channel Six for the report.

I’d also like to add that this isn’t some foot-in-mouth type slip up. It isn’t “hole in the ground” or “Chocolate City.” This is a serious discretion that has seriously damaged a case that the DA seems to desperately desire tossing out – to the peril of everyone. The incompetence of the DA’s office is astounding.

Also, Bart joins the chorus.

UPDATE: Ed has announced staff changes but the most important staff member that needed changing is HIM! But of course, we all know how well Ed performs with a competent staff.

UPDATE 2: Arnie and a “majority of the city council” are not quite in but are warming up to it.

UPDATE 3: Ash-Mo done it.

4 thoughts on “Friday the 13th”

Editor B says:

July 13, 2007 at 12:37 pm

I did it to score a link from The Chicory — and it worked!
ashley says:

July 13, 2007 at 5:03 pm

‘a majority’. The rest of them are too fucking scared to put their names on it. Who are they? Gutless bastards.
GentillyGirl says:

July 14, 2007 at 8:49 am

I will have a diatribe up this weekend about Jordan. It ain’t going to be pretty, and I’m going to have to lay low for a while afterwards. (Creole Girl slaps the Black and White racists, and then goes to ground in the Queer World.)

Hopefully the Blogosphere won’t take it personally… I’m going after the moronic inferno on this.
Varg says:

July 14, 2007 at 11:29 am

I’m anxiously awaiting it. 🙂

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Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

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I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.