Minutiae
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The more corrupt the state, the more numerous the laws.
--Cornelius Tacitus (c. 116 A.D.)

Tuesday, August 20, 2002
Must... stay... awake...
just a few more hours...
My sleep schedule has been creeping ever later, so today I decided to overhaul it by staying up all night and all day. (which is actually a recommened technique for sleep-phase-delay problems) I'm very tired now.

I went to the dentist today. It's amazing. I had no reson to be nervous. There was no pain involved in what I was in for. Nonetheless I was surprised to realize that I was tensed up like crazy when I was in the chair waiting for the dentist.
Then later I got to take my client to the dentist. 2 fillings. 15 minutes. No novocaine. No pain. Amazing. So very glad I live now, as opposed to 100 years ago.

posted by Rachel 8/20/2002
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Larry Miller recounts his recent trip to Israel to meet some of the victims of terror bombings and their familes. This is the moral gulf between the two sides.
"Downstairs, before we left, the head of the hospital, an Israeli named Audrey, was showing me the children's waiting room. I couldn't help but notice, all around, an Arab woman with her son, an Arab family over there checking in, Arab children playing with the toys while waiting. The doctor saw the look on my face and laughed. "Oh, yes, we treat everyone." I guess I was astonished. She just shrugged. "We're Jews. This is how we live. It's also for the future. They're not going anywhere, and we're not going anywhere. There will eventually be peace. There has to be." When? A month? A year? A hundred years? More? She didn't know. I had to say it. You're incredible. You take everyone, you treat everyone, no one goes first, no one goes last, you just go in order of who needs help. That's, like, Mother Teresa stuff. "We're not saints, we're just doing our jobs. It's not easy, I admit. And it gets hard when they cheer when the bodies are brought in." I looked at her. What did you say? She sighed. "Yes, it gets hard when they cheer." This was one of the times during my trip when I held up my hands and said, "Stop. Wait." I turned and walked away to breathe deeply for a minute. I wonder if they've restocked that mini-bar. Yeah, probably. It's a good hotel.

I didn't meet one Jew the whole trip who didn't think there would be peace, not one. "We can work it out. We have to. They're not going anywhere. Neither are we."

Of course, it gets hard when they cheer. "

posted by Rachel 8/20/2002
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A useful anti-war dictionary.
posted by Rachel 8/20/2002
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Gaaaah! Not a joke!

posted by Rachel 8/20/2002
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Dave Barry touches on a subject familiar to every woman who's ever lived with a guy... laundry.
posted by Rachel 8/20/2002
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