
some wicked cool paper projects here too
compiled by artist jaime zollars
(at left is the work of taylor mckimens )


Taj Mahal Facts:
The Taj Mahal is a monument to love constructed from 1632-54 at Agra in Uttar Pradesh, India, as a mausoleum for Mumtaz Mahal, the favorite wife of Shah Jahan. It was built of white marble and inlaid with semi-precious stones and elaborate mosaic work. The structure consists of a huge central dome surrounded by four smaller domes, flanked by four slim minarets. The whole is mirrored in an ornamental pool.


i knew this dude was worse though. i read some of the interviews he did when he was appointed to the position. i was VERY frightened and i still am.
mmmmm 300,000 letters of complaint between 2002 and 2005. i wonder if these are public record? i wonder if indeed the letters are ALL the same. i wonder if they are mass produced. i wonder when the parents television counsel is going to take their thumbs out of their asses and start acting like responsible united states citizens WITH FULL FUCKING CONTROL OF THEIR OWN TELEVISIONS AND RADIOS. you have ON and OFF buttons, you have the CAPABILITY TO CHANGE CHANNELS. YOU have control over YOUR OWN household. IF YOU DON'T WANT SOMEONE IN YOUR FAMILY TO HEAR A 'NASTY' WORD UTTERED IN A DOCUMENTARY MADE BY MARTIN SCORSESE ON PBS DON'T HAVE IT ON TO BEGIN WITH. (by the way, i edited my own comments quite a bit. i had a few choice 'nasty' words too many thrown into the mix)
FCC slaps CBS with $3.5 million record fine
Spate of sanctions signals tough stance
By David Zurawik Sun television critic March 16, 2006
yesterday, i read an article in my local paper the hartford courant. it was about GOVERNMENT CUTS in medicare and how those cuts effect our elderly. the cuts aren't allowing them to live the full active PAIN FREE lives they USED to live. so i say to myself, i says, 'a rose is a rose, the government is thinking soooooooooo much about little fertilized eggs they are putting aside the needs of real LIVE PEOPLE who have REAL LIVE LIVES'. i say to myself i says, 'wtf is up wit dat????' how in the WORLD can they justify that if "life" is so effing important to them? is it only CERTAIN LIVES that are important? is there a cut off age (and is that cut off age the actual BIRTH of the little fertilized egg??????). i had to stop talking to myself because i was making myself mad
Cuts In Medicare Painful For Some
One Treatment Out Of Reach For Thousands
March 9, 2006By RICARDO ALONSO-ZALDIVAR, Los Angeles Times
WASHINGTON -- Until a few months ago, Jim Hill led an active life as a retiree involved with his church and family. But lately the 80-year-old has been forced to spend much of the day in a hospital bed. What happened? It's not just the disease attacking his nervous system, he says. It's also Medicare. To remain mobile, the Los Angeles resident depended on regular intravenous infusions of healthy antibodies. But recently, in a budget-cutting move, the government health care program for the elderly has reduced what it will pay for such treatments - to less than what doctors and hospitals say it costs to provide them.As a result, Hill and many others no longer receive their regular treatments. And the medical alternatives are often less effective. Hill's predicament is shared by more than 10,000 Medicare patients nationwide, according to a conservative estimate............

Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. Written by Leonard Cohen, Stranger Music Inc. (BMI).
