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And Hair Is Any of the Cylindrical, Keratinized, Often Pigmented Filaments Characteristically Growing From the Epidermis of a Mammal
The AP is now doing the Slate explainer thing. Writ small:
SANTA MARIA, Calif. (AP) - Michael's Jackson's lead defense lawyer kicked off his cross-examination of the mother of the singer's accuser Friday, with a combative, fast-moving barrage of questions that caused the woman to turn to jurors at one point and say, "No, he's wrong."
...The witness also sparred with Mesereau when he asked whether Jackson associates took her to get a "body wax."
"Incorrect," she said. "I had a leg wax." After another question, she turned to the jury and said, "His statement is inaccurate. He keeps saying body wax." Waxing is a method of hair removal. 9:04 PM
Students from Poway and Westview high schools were among those to participate in an event yesterday designed to counter the annual "Day of Silence" event held by gay and straight students at many high schools and colleges across the nation Wednesday.
Participating students wore T-shirts, saying "Day of Truth. The Truth Cannot be Silenced," and passed out material during lunch without incident, Poway Unified School District spokeswoman Sharon Raffer said.
At Poway High School, Tyler Chase Harper, who sued the district last year after he was pulled out of class for wearing an anti-gay slogan on his T-shirt, spoke to students.
Tyler said about 30 students wore the "Day of Truth" shirts yesterday but estimated that he spoke to about 200 students.
"The truth was spoken," Tyler, 16, said by phone yesterday. "This is something kids need to know," he said, referring to the conservative Christian perspective on homosexuality he presented.
...About 450,000 middle and high school and college students participated in "Day of Silence" activities Wednesday at 4,000 schools across the nation, said Joshua Lamont, spokesman for the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network. The participants wore black and did not speak (except for designated representatives) for the day to bring attention to the silencing that victims of anti-gay harassment and violence experience.
The month-and-year pool for first sighting of you-know-who in a gay bar is now open. I'm the lifequard of this pool so I get first pick. I'm taking June, 2007 (with fake ID).
Selected suggestions from a longer, emailed list of household tips:
A sealed envelope - Put in the freezer for a few hours, then slide a knife under the flap. The envelope can then be resealed.
Candles will last a lot longer if placed in the freezer for at least 3 hours prior to burning.
Spray a bit of perfume on the light bulb in any room to create a lovely light scent in each room when the light is turned on
To clean artificial flowers, pour some salt into a paper bag and add the flowers. Shake vigorously as the salt will absorb all the dust and dirt and leave your artificial flowers looking like new! Works like a charm!
Don't throw out all that leftover wine: Freeze into ice cubes for future use in casseroles and sauces.
Use air-freshener to clean mirrors. It does a good job and better still, leaves a lovely smell to the shine.
So here is Frank's obituary. I encourage you to try to reverse engineer the world's saddest story from this concluding remnant, but you will never succeed. I may never succeed in telling it either. I'm not even going to try anytime soon. I copied it in its entirety on the offchance that some stranger might want to pay their respects. I can assure you that your respect is warranted.
You get no points for surmising that the list of survivors is incomplete and that Frank loved the listed and unlisted alike:
Francis E. Hoffman, 55, of Emmaus and Macungie, died April 10, 2005. He was the husband of Paulette A. (Vrba) Hoffman. Born in Allentown, he was the son of the late Erwin A. and Gertrude S. (Kline) Hoffman. He attended Kutztown University and Embry Riddle Aeronautical Institute. He was a State Police Officer for more than 25 years before retiring in 1997 as a plainclothes criminal investigator at the Fogelsville Barracks. He was a member of the F.O.P., Joseph J. Haggerty State Police Lodge 40, the N.R.A., the Airplane Owner and Pilot Association, and the Sports Car Club of America. He was a member of Grace Lutheran Church, Macungie. Survivors: Wife; daughter, Christina N. Hoffman of Emmaus; aunts, uncles; cousins. Services: funeral service Saturday, April 16, 2005 at 1 p.m. in Schantz Funeral Home Inc., 250 Main St., Emmaus. Friends may call noon to 1 p.m. Saturday in the funeral home. Interment in Cedar Hill Memorial Park, Allentown.
Someday I will tell you the saddest story you ever heard. If I ever find the words to tell it. And probably I'll tell the story backwards, beginning with the ending, the obituary for Frank Hoffman. I won't need my own words for that, I can just copy and paste. There is no obituary yet, though. Frank only died Saturday evening. By his own hand. But I can't wait any longer to say thank you from soul, Frank, for letting me be a character in a story more beautiful story than any I could ever imagine. A story which now becomes sadder than I ever could have dreamed. I am not so grateful for my role in that, Frank. I know you'd change it back if you could. I will miss our phone calls, man, and I wish I had found the right things to say in that last one Saturday afternoon. And that I'd made one more on Saturday night.
I've been talking to you constantly since Sunday morning without need of a phone (though yes I've made a few real phone calls to you too, just to hear your voice on the message), but in case this isn't an effective means of spiritual communication I'll try another and tell you here what I didn't get to say in person, I love you Frank, both for who you were and for what you did for Ronnie. I could never repay you for that, but I so wish you had given me the chance and the time to try.
Your boy is heartbroken, which I know would torture you even more than you tortured yourself. I'll do the best I can.
I've copied this anecdote from the excellent Yahoo gay Latino porn group, LMTM:
A couple gay men in Puerto Rico told this story to a friend of mine. The mother of one of them is Pentecostal. You know what I mean. Her son lives upstairs with his lover. Just recently some members of the church paid a visit to Mommy. They noticed what was going on upstairs but did not tell anything. Instead they told the Pastor. When Mommy went to church, the Pastor wife enter in trance and the Holy Spirit told Mommy to throw out of the house the guy living with her son since he was a perverse and was living on them. Mommy looked at Ms. Pastor amused. "That is not possible. God did not say that. The whole house belongs to him. We live there without paying any rent. He is adorable and kind." Then Mommy told her son and his lover the story.