"O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught."
When we think of forests, majestic trees, precious wildlife, and clean, fresh air might come to mind. We probably don't think about the water we drink.
The good citizens of Iceland have two mega-problems this spring. One is their economic and banking situation, which is still in something close to meltdown mode. I cannot fathom finances and economics, so I'm in no position to really follow that part of the current and dreary Icelandic saga.
There has been a car accident and one student lies on the hood of the car covered in "blood." As I stand there watching, firefighters use the Jaws of Life to pry open the doors of the car, while students nearby act seemingly unfazed by their screaming classmate and unconscious friend being carried off to safety. The students know this is not real. They know it is their school's year to host the Every 15 Minutes drunk driving educational program, but their classmates are in that car screaming and covered in blood and I did not see one person ...
Most of the time I can convince myself that I have a young perspective on society and life in general. But then something happens that makes my generational gap as obvious as an elephant in the room. That something happened last week when President Barack Obama and Russian President Dmitry Medvedev signed a nuclear weapons reduction treaty.
It seems I can't escape discussion of Sarah Palin and her upcoming visit to CSU Stanislaus anywhere I go. As a student at California State University, Stanislaus (go Warriors!) I constantly overhear other students talking about Palin in class. Work is even worse because my coworkers and editor discuss Palin, the CSU Stanislaus Foundation and the Public Records Act ad nauseam.
Numerous polls have shown a decline in U.S. public concern about climate change over the last two years.
"Diplomacy has failed," Sen. Chuck Schumer, D-N.Y., told AIPAC, "Iran is on the verge of becoming nuclear and we cannot afford that."
Sometimes it is hard for adults to understand how difficult it is to be a teenager. I think part of the problem is the tendency for all people to view the past through rose-colored glasses. Just ask anyone over the age of 35 about their high school days, and you will probably hear a list of why schools were better back then. "Back in the day" - whichever decade a person went to school - always had better football and basketball teams, less drugs and violence and students all got As.
Every rainy day has its rainbow. On a sick day, we find some solace in watching bad daytime television. Even funerals provide chances for celebration amidst the sorrow, recalling long-forgotten tales and moments we spent with the dearly departed.
It has come to the attention of the Journal editorial department that there is some confusion about letters to the editor.
Would you be willing to bet everything you have on a single roll of the dice? Would you bet everything that everyone in California has? The state is about to roll the dice, on global warming regulation. The Governor could stop this gamble, but will he?
Sometimes it pays to spend 10 years in detention. Not that a person would ever want that to happen, but if it did - could you put the time to good use?
Sometimes those of us who are city-dwellers can take for granted the little conveniences that are inherent to living in town. Although I still remember the hardships of getting a pizza delivered to the extremely rural farmhouse I lived in as a teen - I had to walk a half mile to the end of the gravel road my house stood on to meet the delivery guy - it's been awhile since I've lived in the country.
Just when the reports of armed robbery and animal cruelty made me want to throw up my hands at my fellow man, my faith in humanity was restored. This transformation of belief occurred during a simple Sunday afternoon walk.