Monday, July 25, 2005

Live Strong, Baby

Lance wins for the seventh and final time. He's one of my heroes. I figure if a guy can come back from near terminal cancer and win seven Tours in a row, there's nothing I can't do. I wore my braclet proudly today. I bought a new one last week after my one from last year wore out finally and snapped. Although it's a little blaise now, since it spawned a whole trend of braclets and themes, it's still neat to see a little yellow on everybody's wrists.

After two shuttle disasters and fourteen deaths, results largely of a culture of "We're lucky so far" at NASA, they're going to launch tomorrow problem or not. They've learned nothing, maybe never will, and if anything happens to Discovery during this mission, they will have buried the space program for good.

I challenge you to a writing duel!

I've talked some about my love (weakness) for red heads lately, and it occurs to me many of the women in my fiction have red hair. I never really gave much thought as to why this is, but Marion Roach braved the rapids to delve into the The Myth, Meaning, and Sexual Power of Red Hair.

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