Archive for September, 2005

Bill Bennett

Friday, September 30th, 2005

I do know that it’s true that if you wanted to reduce crime, you could — if that were your sole purpose, you could abort every black baby in this country, and your crime rate would go down. That would be an impossible, ridiculous, and morally reprehensible thing to do, but your crime rate would go down. So these far-out, these far-reaching, extensive extrapolations are, I think, tricky.

Al i9la7

Thursday, September 29th, 2005

I would like to start off Area 77 by posting a cartoon I did a few months ago. A friend from my university and I colaborated on this. I hope its understood and liked. It doesn’t need any elaboration really, it’s pretty self-explanatory. I’m guessing this was done in April, during the Women’s Voting movement [...]

Switched

Wednesday, September 28th, 2005

Yes, I’ve finally switched. This blog is on my own personal .com domain. Old worthy posts from – thought bubble – will be here but they will link back to the old blog for the purpose of having the comments available as well. Thanks, and come back again.

Celso Junior

Tuesday, September 27th, 2005

I have discovered a new artist that I have added to my list. A graphic designer like no other, his photoshop creations inspire me and fill me with a rush of fresh life. Celso’s gallery can be admired here. “Bad Boy” ———————- Another masterpiece is “alessandra” by CD Marcus. His gallery can be viewed here. [...]

Keefak Inta

Sunday, September 25th, 2005

Keefak Inta by Fairouz. [0.83 MB] Keefak Inta lyrics This is a beautiful song to me since the melody is so soft and light. A simple tune that perfectly supports the words. Keefak Inta is a song about reminiscence and first love.

Para Ti, Dios

Saturday, September 24th, 2005

Catherine Jamieson

Friday, September 23rd, 2005

Catherine Jamieson is a photographer. Since discovering she is HIV positive, she started a photoblog that reveals to us her point of view of life as she now knows it. She notices the little things in life. Things like spilled water on a colored piece of glass, and the shadow of a broken egg. I [...]