Tuesday, April 29, 2003

In the fast efficiency that is American business, billboard companies like Clear Channel are pasting, placarding and polluting Indiana roadways with despicable signage. I-65 south from Indianapolis to Louisville is a road that gets more pleasant on the eye the further south you go, until you reach the miles of ugly signs on massive steel piers near New Albany. These signs will be there for the long haul. And each billboard company is moving as fast as possible to get their ugly post in the ground before the next guy.

Right now the Mayor of Indianapolis is suggesting a billboard moratorium for the city. Which is fine by me. I think if you asked most people, they would agree that billboards are ugly. Of course, the questions of freedom of speech and private property come into play when we talk about restricting certain signage. There is a way we could attack billboard blight without the legal fight. Treat every individual who works for a billboard company just like we treat people who own XXX adult bookstores. Get the point across that if you own, sell advertising, buy space on the sign, or replace the lights on the billboard, you are sleaze. Treat these people with the least respect possible.

Companies, like Viacom and Lamar, that sell outdoor advertising are ruining the beauty that is America. Because of market forces, these companies are basically out of control in regard to putting their own limits on how many billboards they will plant. Like a virus, they will build as many billboards as they can sell. The public is the only force that can put limits on these scum.See this link for more.

Beauty weekend. Saw me sisters, me neices, me brother-on-law Rob, me ma and pa. We pulled trash, paint cans, truck and tractor wheels out of the stream running next tomy parent's property, Red Bud Hill, in Dillsboro. Dad and I also dug out the pipe next to the stream to provide better drainage. I wonder how fast it flowed after yesterday's thunderstorm (which I got to ride my bike in)? Foggiest morning in a year and a half. A precursor for our trip to San Francisco next week.

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

The Lip's Asheville Show was Fabulous. I saved some confetti.

Monday, April 14, 2003

Worked all weekend. Prepping to the auditorium to present the 2003 American Legion National Oratorical Awards. The Auditorium: Our Yamaha GA24/12 Soundboard., Our Colortran Innovator Lighting Board. Rehearsal. Get the Contest On!
These kids want that $18000 First Place Prize. And heck, its all about our constitution. This youths know it backwards and upside down. Good for them. Good for us.

We have finished refinishing the wood floor in the front room. Yessssssssssssss. But now I am working on the trim around the door, and then we get to paint.
We are going with Suet Rose for the walls, Ultramaroon for the trim, and Gnarly Crisp for the accent.

And tonite, time to change the fuel filter and transmission filter in the Lumina.
Because Thursday we see the Flaming Lips in Asheville. And Friday we visit Abby's Mom in Knoxville. Unless I catch fire changing the fuel filter.


Friday, April 11, 2003

The House of Representatives just finished working on Operation Yankee Freedom. Once we drill into the pristine Alaskan wilderness, American oil companies will have oil until the caribou come home . . . or until we run out of oil again.

Now that we are starting to mop up our War to free the Iraqi people from the dictator Saddam, we might want to think about another struggle very close to Iraq. The freedom of a people repressed in a landless state. A struggle that if resolved would help to dispel much of the anger and resentment the United States faces from the Muslim World now, reducing the development of more terrorists and creating a better world to live in. Operation Palestinian Freedom.

Wednesday, April 02, 2003

April. Yes indeed. Feels good.
If we weren't spending all of our waking hours refinishing our hardwood floors. Yikes.
And me with a granuloma. Enough said. The cats are upset because they have been banned from the living room until the polyurethane dries hard.

Last weekend we took our neices, Meg and 'Lizbeth, and nephew little Sam, to the Children's Museum of Indianapolis. What a wild place . . . we had 5 adults and it took all of our energy to corral the girls.

In two weeks we go to Knoxville to see Ab's mom, Manon . . . and see the Flaming Lips play in Asheville at the Orange Peel.


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